For a couple of minutes, pandemonium reigned throughout Wilkos. Of the likes that none have seen since the time of Elizabeth's predecessor. The first wave of the multicolored tornadoes descended upon the stunned manager, supervisor and crowd. Only Liz had time to let out a strangled gasp before she was completely engulfed.
The old man's lips creased into a small smile, almost content. He stood in stark contrast to the growing windstorm. With another wave of his hand, another spiral of energy emanated outward. It once again split into many smaller tornadoes that gusted through the store.
Merchandise of all kinds; tools, paint cans, pharmaceuticals, and even a couple loose shelves scattered in the wind, clattering against the floors and walls and, in the case of one pair of scissors, embedding itself in the ceiling.
More screams of surprise could be heard as the rest of the employees were summarily engulfed. Windows shattered as what seemed to be thousands of these tiny tornadoes flew outdoors to seek other prey. The wind grew more and more rapid when-
Suddenly, just at it quickly began, the windstorm stopped.
...
Liz suddenly became quite aware of the cool ceramic tiles on her face.
Wha- What happened? Was the first thought that went through her mind. It was closing time, an old man "teleported" into the store, there was a multicolored wind, then...
She knew one thing for sure. She felt an incredible sense of vertigo. And something was not quite right with her pants. They felt strangely awkward. With a sharp intake of air, she got to her hands and knees-
There was the old man, towering over her and looking down on her prone figure. However, she looked at him with a new light. The grey robes no longer made him look like some nutjob he believed himself in the wrong century. An aura of imperiousness seemed to hang over him, like the one she had seen in those painting of Odin or Zeus.
"W-what have you done?" She heard her manager ask, in a much less professional voice than she had ever heard her use. She was vaguely aware of the crumpled over forms of the others around her, who were struggling to their feet.
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