[Whatever she's about to say doesn't end up being said, because at just that moment, honest-to-god lightning hits a tree not twenty feet away from them. Callisto whips around, the electric energy making the hair on her arms stand on end - but rather than running for cover, she switches back to Greek and yells at it.]
Oh, come on! If you're targeting me, show yourself and say something about it!
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[Whatever she's about to say doesn't end up being said, because at just that moment, honest-to-god lightning hits a tree not twenty feet away from them. Callisto whips around, the electric energy making the hair on her arms stand on end - but rather than running for cover, she switches back to Greek and yells at it.]
Oh, come on! If you're targeting me, show yourself and say something about it!