Verrliit\'s tail thrashes, and her claws extend, as bright threads of miniature lightnings surround her. The sky turns black with roiling clouds, and the wind begins to howl, like the tortured souls of the damned.
Verrliit pauses, her head tilting slightly to one side, and the special effects subside...
I know it will be done eventually. But Xyl, the extended separation from the PS world, is beginning to make me cranky.
(EDIT: IT\"S BACK UP!)
You are all much safer now.