There is shouting, but she does not notice over the screaming still echoing inside her.
There is a monster, but she does not notice it above the demons that are her daughters.
There is a void, but she does not notice Gaucho leave when he supported her enough to stand alone.

She does not notice because her attention is so rapt upon the continued defiance of the girls. As if incapable of humility, unable to stay silent, Grusha fired out a final remark. Ampere might have drawn back then and erupted into a full blown storm if not for the fact the fucking girls were running into danger after literally just being told not to.
The storm was there, make no doubt, but with everyone suddenly gone from her side and flinging themselves into the fray, the rain fell internally in a chaotic disarray. Shouting at them now became shouting for them. Thundering her point across was now thundering to reach them. Taking from them, was now giving back to save them.

Concentration broke, Ampere's grip on her daughters slipped and away they went, skeleton and ghost, towards the fire and the big bad wolf. Somewhere in the back of Ampere's mind she noticed yet again the utter lack of self preservation. Fear was a good teacher, but these girls seemed to think they had already learned of the world, that they could merely laugh in the face of danger and escape intact if not better. In moments beyond this, when Ampere had time to think and remember and breathe, she would compare her daughters to her own youth, recognizing the reckless nature in them that electrified her. Yet, her memories would remind her, she had never ignored her mother, had never provoked her greaters, had never disregarded the terrors of the world. She had wrought mischief, had been challenging, had dared and explored and tested limits - but all in good time, all with plenty of peaceful moments and naps and obedient learning. These, these babes were not even beyond their first season and already they had such gall?

She was not impressed.
There is something wrong with them the back of her mind would press once more, a timid whisper of this unknown. There seemed an unrecognizable force in them. Maybe it was the twin thing, maybe it was some shadow cast by Gaucho's blood; whatever it was, it was more than just two daring foals.


These thoughts settled like sand in the bottom of a river bed though as Ampere, the upset water turned into rapids, moved forward in chase. She did not immediately see the commotion, but what she did see was her children, three now, involved with it while Gaucho ushered fire like lungs might breathe. She was confident he had a handle on whatever threat was present, so for the time being she focused on making sure their fucking prodigy didn't bait death.

Reaching out for the electrical currents around and within Zero she tried to haul him back and away from the flames and the wolf so near him. Meanwhile her shield was spinning out from between her shoulder blades, expanding into a metal sun, smooth and gleaming and ready to protect as she ran after the twins. They had a head start on her, but she had years on them and her legs quickly ate the ground. Her shield sung ahead of her, accelerated by magic to continue to serve her elder child as she tried to have it help block him. Meanwhile her body aimed to careen around and serve as a buffer between the danger and her girls, physical presence and teeth reaching out all trying to herd the foals away from the danger rather than into it.

"All of you," she grunted between labored breaths, her blood hot with adrenaline, "Move!" she hissed, teeth snapping.