The others were escaping - sad, they wouldn't become a meal - but two remained. Two that were delicious and slow and in pain. Flapping harder, the tempest gathered more energy, silver blood dripping from its injury as it focused the pain into anger and anger into energy that surged forth from its wings, thunder shaking the area as the lightning broke and raced toward Kairi and Sora. The tempest didn't care who was killed anymore so long as it ate.

It would have its revenge for the one who dared to harm it.