So, when all of a sudden, when the winds came in the way and manner that it did, Xzavier knew that this was no ordinary wind. It felt like a huge dragon was beating its wings like it was about to take off. Also, he felt like the wind targeted only the areas around him. Like it was deliberately sweeping away the blanket of smoke he was using as his covering. This was no coincidence. This was definitely magic. And it seemed like the leader of this hatchet team was behind this.
As the smoke cleared, the mage of the hour began to settle in on his new environment, as well as the recent developments. It was new to him, because only about two minutes ago, he had been surrounded by able bodied, capable mages. And now, within a very short period of time, he was standing all alone- by himself.
