More people, more lambs to the slaughter poured out of the door and the tempest raised itself higher from the ground. There was nothing these pitiful humans could do to get away from it. The door would give them no comfort, no escape - the tempest would not allow it. Arcing its wings, the tempest shot five bolts of lightning at the door, aiming for Kairi and the two patients who had enough gall to flee from it.

No one escaped. They were to be burned and devoured, used for fuel for the lightning.

Turning its attention to Sora now, the bird dove from the sky, looking to grab hold of him somehow. Shooting lightning was all well and good, but one good shock from direct contact usually got their little human hearts to drop dead instantly.