TOOT!
The clash of iron weapons and the powerful winds resonated in perfect syncopation, echoing across the Great Halls of the palace.
"Tornado Thrust!" Melvin exclaimed, thrusting his blade forward. A trail of green wind wrapped around his blade before expanding into a shockwave barreling towards his opponent.
"Hmph!" The general responded by sticking out his spear, creating a shockwave of his own—a blue force field that collided with Melvin's attack. As the two attacks clashed, the great organ vibrated and oscillated from the wind and collisions, creating a harmonious musical sound as the two foes battled on.
"So, you're able to create a vortex of wind from your blade and manipulate it at your will. Very impressive," Melvin commented.
"As are you. It seems whatever you place your blade into creates a shockwave. So far, you've been using it on the air to match my attacks. But I can already guess your next move," the general replied.
