Lysil watch the whirlwind grow int a tornado. It stank of magic, so she knew it wasn't a natural one. Pus the day had been clear. She put herself in the path of the windstorm, stood on her hind legs with her wings spread wide. She was a young dragon so only reached 200 feet in length with a wing span twice that size. She made several intricate movements with her hand and spoke in the Draconian language Finally she clapped her wings forward creating a counter wind disrupting the approaching magic wind. Not to much damage was done.
Lysil turned back toward her camp she was tired, but not dangerously so.