The Wizard—hovering in the air, no surface underfoot—opened his eyes and the third eye vanished. He bent his fingers freakishly, spun around and started charging an attack. Air sucked in to his hand. He suddenly thrust the hand forward. There was a ball of air darting toward Jin down at the surface.
Jin was at the surface, slumping against the rocky, grey stone wall. He peered down at his injured hand. He lost two fingers: his index and thumb. He was in pain, but he kept his eyes slit. Blood gushed from the hand. He needed to stop the bleeding somehow.
The air ball went straight for Jin at the speed of sound. But he vanished just in time. He was expecting an attack. He teleported about four meters away alone which in turn led to to the air ball hitting the wall against which he leaned a second ago.
