feels fear

The torrent of destructive fire struck out at Titania—but rather than trying to oppose or endure it, she did the opposite. She spread her arms wide, rolled at her hips and lower back in a peculiarly dancelike motion, and rather than striking her, the torrent of energy bent and twisted, sending all that heat and hate spiraling up into the night sky.
Up into the sky that had, only a moment before, been full of freezing air and sleet, courtesy of the Winter Lady.
To call what happened next “rain” is something of an understatement.
Great, grinding thunder raised its voice in a throaty roar, and the air turned to falling water.
Water and magic are awfully finicky around each other. Enough running water tends to disperse and ground out magical energy, so much so that entities whose existence most depended on magic dared not cross even a running stream.
Titania didn’t so much summon a thunderstorm as she created an improvised waterfall.
Down smashed the rain so thickly that I had to cover my mouth with a hand in order to be able to breathe.
And I felt the shift in power happening.
The terror of the city and its hovering magical potential in the air began to melt away like a sandcastle before the tide. The water sluiced down over the city, washing the air clean once more. Magic began to bleed out of the air and sink back into the earth, drawn along by the heavy rain.
It couldn’t come down that hard for very long. It was maybe thirty seconds. Definitely no more than sixty. And then the rain abruptly stopped, as if a switch had been thrown, and only a few light, sporadic raindrops continued to fall. The city went from a roar to almost complete silence. The quivering reservoir of concentrated dread, ready to be collected and used, had withered and melted away.
And with its energy supply abruptly missing, the sullen fire of the Eye guttered and nearly went out.
Ethniu let out a short, sharp exhalation and lifted her left hand to the Eye.

Battle Ground Chapter 30, Page 282-283