Maleficent altered her appearance, quickly becoming tiny green wisps of the wind. It wasn’t her preferred form, but she couldn’t be harmed while in this one either. She whirled around the man briefly, taunting him with his inability to do anything to her before taking off into the sky. She hoped it would stew in him for awhile, the words she had spoken. Whirl about, fester into an infection of his soul so that doubts would creep in against those he held dear. And if not yet, then maybe there would be time to do so before she departed. Breaking people was always so much fun.
Thunder cracked and lightning flashed across the sky, the rain continuing to downpour as she whirled higher into the sky to seek out more information of this strange new realm that she was in.