He checks his feeds again, finding no shape outside, only the turbulent weather. The sounds get louder, as something keeps clawing away at the hull of his tank.

"Definitely not good."

Faux is very happy to be in a tank right now. How long though...

The treads start to tighten as more pressure is put onto them, sliding them back as he brings the tank through to the other side of the wind peak. It's gradually getting there, but it's a fight with the controls. Then a thunderous blow hits the side of the hull, almost knocking it over. The lighting on the tank cuts out for a moment, returning to reveal glowing cracks on the inside where it had been hit. What looks like a giant hand print!

There are only scant few times that Faux has felt truly afraid in a tank; that was one of them. Something pushed his tank! A nervous sensation settles in him as the weather itself starts to feel as if its the one screaming at them, tearing, fighting, that the force that is trying to get at them is all around them.

"There's nothing there, but something IS! I know it sounds weird," he faces Mina, "I think it's the storm!" He has to get them outta here, the tank isn't gonna be able to take too many hits like that. Luckily, he thinks he sees a break in the storm up ahead.

Managing to maintain control as he moves them along and out to the interior, he gains more traction. "Okay, let's get us outta here."

Then clawing starts to spread to the front of the tank now, trying to prevent them from getting to their target.