"I'd say I hope you know what you're doing, but you don't. And we both know it."
"Well, yeah…"
"Yep. That's the point of this whole crazy attempt, so."
"…Yeah."
"Now stand up straight and tall, Kiji-chan! Call that lightning right on down!"
The clouds overhead churned in time with the contents of Otoha's stomach. She had quite voluntarily promised her shinyuu that she'd start doing her best to pull her own weight in their partnership, but she hadn't expected Michi to take such an interest in the details of the process.
With a dramatic and petulant sigh, Otoha began to channel the elemental energies relevant to the budding storm.
Michi quietly oohed and awed as a blue glow spilled into the air around her shinyuu.
"Water, a-ok. Not like she's ever used it effectively in a fight, but hey."
"You kinda suck at whispering, ya know," shot back Otoha between light gasps.
"I will behave myself now."
We're screwed. I am especially screwed, being the focus of this stuff. Man, thought Otoha. She sighed, hastily this time, and immediately segued into the next element of the storm.
The faint grayish haze of Air spiraled around Otoha for the space of a breath before her concentration was drawn to a more urgent target.
The charge in the ground near the two was building rapidly enough that even Michi sensed it.
For a moment, she considered trying to drag her shinyuu out of there. Nope, too late for her, she mused. And me? I—I'm not gonna. I asked her to do this, and, well, I can just eat it.
At least she probably sucks too much to get us killed. And we can bond together in the infirmary!
Content that at least some uptick in team effectiveness would ensue from her suggested exercise, Michi relaxed, and awaited the lightning.
