Winds whipped by my face, rain was pelting me head on and close by lightning was hitting (which seemed dangerous, and it was...) The old lady had called the storm, but like everything else it was just raw power without direction. Like lightning itself. I am far more disciplined and my first move was of course to try and turn her into a charred old lady (my go to for old ladies, look you get stuck behind one at the local corner store and you too will wish you could burn them to death!), but her power was intense and she just shrugged off my fire, sure it hit a nearby house and started a blaze that despite the storm would burn down half the town (no casualties, but still kind of a big whoops on my part). Her follow up outside of the storm was to attempt to reflect my power back at me, she apparently didn't know that reflecting someone who uses an element back at them futile, I mean it was my power she didn't really change it, just threw it back. So I parried it aside and that burned down the other part of town (you can probably see why I wasn't welcomed back after I solved their issue!)
"Your power is weak!" I could hardly hear her over the wind, but I was still insulted.
"Your storm sucks." I'll admit I didn't exactly have the most witty rejoinder. As if in response the storm got worse, the winds blew harder which whipped the burgeoning fires around more (so it wasn't entirely my fault the town burnt down, just mostly). A lightning strike almost hit me and the old lady cackled. She was an idiot though and I was about to prove to her why.
You see most magical people no matter how strong they are carry traditional weapons specifically because sometimes your magic just sucks for the problem (aside from my magic which is awesome at all times). Either through force of power or inability to use it properly. A well placed bullet, knife, sword or even club is always useful in a pinch, because dead is dead and you don't get points for using one method over another! So I took out my pistol and opened fire at her while charging forward. As I expected she used magic to stop the bullets, and as I expected she ignored me getting close to her was what I was really after. I pistol whipped her (which she did not block with magic, I was far too close to use at that range) and then impaled her with my sword (because never leave a job half done). The lightning did the rest, I lept out of the way and the strike she probably intended for me followed my sword right into her.I'd have felt bad, but that old lady was just about to fry me so I was a little angry and righteous (plus the lightning trick with my sword has always been a personal favorite, frying people with lighnting is great, even if it meals I have to releather the hilt, yes thats a thing). I left the smoking corpse there for a moment, the storm was already clearing, but the wind was still blowing pretty hard. I could see that the town was pretty much boned from the flames, but at that moment I didn't care, I took a good whif of roasted old lady and smelled the scent of victory.
I admit thinking back on it, kind of psycho to take that kind of satisfaction in doing something I had no idea if it would be successful.
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