Chin jutting stubbornly, Kaminari snapped out the word "Fine" and stalked to the exact center of her controlled whirlwind. She took a deep breath, her body poised. The thought came that it would have been nice to encourage the storm and fly the crazy winds they produced, but she shoved it away firmly. There would be a time for storm-riding later, if she were still alive.
With a purposeful flick of her fingers, she sent the winds twirling faster, pulling them in tighter around herself and the two others. That man was plainly crazed, which meant reasoning with him would do nothing. It also meant she didn't feel at all badly about interfering with his working. Her gaze flicked next to the storm clouds and she half-closed her eyes, stretching out her perceptions to find where they had been snatched from. Surprised, she discovered that they had simply been called into being here and now, by the crazed drummer. That was a difficult thing to do and she was grudgingly impressed.
Sinking back into her magic, she reached out to the storm, feeling the energy that sizzled through it, ruthlessly bending it to do her will. The darkness of the clouds began to lighten, their formidable shapes beginning to soften and shrink into normal cloud wisps. First, she would get rid of the storm, then she would remove the three of them to somewhere a bit safer.
Unfortunately the sharp, repeated cracks of the handguns tossed a pesky wrench into her scheme. Flinching slightly from the sound, she flung her hands out, calling to mind the heat and power of lava in the heart of a volcano. Pure heat roared out from her, melting several bullets before they could reach their target, but causing tiny prickles of hot metal to bite into her skin and clothing. Grimacing, she left them alone for a moment, thinking quickly of distractions she could produce.
A smile came to her face as she thought of "St. Elmo's Fire" and she flicked several large, glowing balls outside her winds, setting them loose to roll around objects and people. Thought they looked like balls of lightning, St. Elmo's Fire never burned anything, just rolled alond anything in it's path, winking out of existence on it's own. She had no need to keep an eye on them or control them and that was a very good thing. Keeping her wind under control while trying to manipulate the storm to go away was difficult. The winds clamored to be let loose, the storm wanted to grow. Neither thing could happen.