The rush of wind and storm drawn by Diabelle is not limited just to the sanctuary. After all, what power could keep the wind controlled? It whips around her and the other survivors rustling and blowing their clothes around, flickering through their hair, and rushing off as the sky above begins to darken. For Diabelle the storm is closer, the rushing winds sliding cold and hungry up her legs, cold breath at her neck, carrying her aloft with a lust icy and beyond human. It revels and rushes in her power, channeling through her and searching for a direction. In that moment, she feels she could whip the raiders off the plateau, bring wind and rain to throw them all away, to fill the canyons with water, to storm forever. Her release of the magic also dispels the desire that the storm brings, the statue crashing down onto the plateau and offering a fine hiding place but not playing raider-bowling.<br/><br/>The storm, however, is not quick to let go, and even as it releases her body to descend, it whips back out to the sky. An enormous crack of thunder sounds and lightning splits the sky again. The clouds, pulled to this place and darkened begin to let down their rain and the winds continue to blow, blindly now and in all directions. The two raiders charging the plateau hold up arms against the sudden wind as they charge towards the sanctuary. "Mage in there, take him first," shouts the orc over the bellowing wind, but from the howl of rage from the barbarian that strategy likely isn't being fully processed. The air in front of them shimmers as they come to the very edge of the sanctuary.<br/><br/>With her quick movement up out of the pit and spear ready, Morgan stands ready with an opportunity to stab at them while they are still unprepared.