Violet lightning cracks down, striking near the passenger side door on the cab in the Cassowary. Ash flinches away from it, but the glancing blow only sends a few arcs at the door itself...the cab provides more than adequate protection. For her at least.
A lot of people out there weren't so lucky.
Ash unlocked the door and slammed her helmet on over her head.
"I'm going out back to try to get some cover for the refugees,"
she said. Then she was jumping out of the Cassowary, slamming the door shut behind her and running into the deluge even as her head pulsed and pounded in time with the unearthly lightning that constantly stabbed overhead.
she shouted, waving her hands over her head to try to get their attention. "I need everyone to listen up! Gather into as small a group as you can, and..."
Ash trailed off. The people were crying and panicking...some already starting to try to break away, take their chances in the woods or something. No one seemed to even know she was there.
"Guys! I'm going to..."
Several refugees stood up and started shouting conflicting orders, trying to get everyone to split up, run away....everything was going wrong.
Prosek's sweaty balls.
The sky over the refugee's heads suddenly caught fire, becoming a rippling sheet of flame. Ashley shouted, "EVERYONE FUCKING SHUT UP AND LISTEN!"
As if on cue, a bolt of lighting lanced down, attracted by the use of power...it crashed over her armor, grounding out without doing more than making St Elmo's Fire blaze along her outline.
Forty terrified eyeballs moved to stare at Ashley.
"I'm making shelter. Everyone HUDDLE UP!"
She didn't give them time to think. In a way this was maybe even better. The anger gave her a clarity that cut through the pain and interference of the storm.
The trees whipping wildly around, suddenly all started bending towards the spot that the refugees cowered, unsure what to be more afraid of...the storm, or the burster. Wood groaned, then splintered, with sounds like gunfire, and the trunks sailed across to start piling up between the wind and rain and the people. Then another, and another. Each tree wrenched from the ground by telekinetic force, steaming and smoldering as Ashley yanked it across and drove it into the ground, or leaned it against others...creating a sort of improvised lean-to on a massive scale.
Lightning damage (in Cassowary) 2d6 = 3: 1, 2