"Uuuuuuh here hold this." She shoves that same red sword she'd used on the bird at him, pushing the spare leather hilt into his hands. "Stick it up in the air, point it at the tornado. These machines burn, but maybe if we do a chain, it'll just hit me and go straight through you into the sky."

She can take it more than this guy can, probably. She is one twelfth of an angry god, after all.