While fifteen of the twenty tornadoes were dispersed, 'R' was watching Mel soaring between them. The burly young man showed unexpected agility and mobility while his claws cut off the tornados charged with wind energy.
"Very good, very good! I can't wait to examine your claws!"
After crossing his fans in front of his body, the skinny lad took a step forward by batting his eyes. Meanwhile, the last tornado he created was rupturing.
"Let's try these too!"
The dance started. Two new tornados were emerging at each turn. This time the air currents were in green color, and they were breaking the floor and mixing the pieces into the tornados.
"He created those only with the wind energy!"
"Those rapidly spinning broken pieces are no different than sharp swords!"
