Gale swerved left from the lightning and moved all the wind to his side. He winced; the blast enough to thrust the wind previously beneath him aside as the thunder echoed into the sky.
The blonde looked back down with her eyes shut and brought the sword to her face. "Crash, cling, cling, ting, ping, fring." Nothing seemed to hit her however. She opened one eye just in case.
A barrier made of the dusted debris and sand from below shielded above her, under the control of the Ashen Whisper to her left.
The crystalized shards rained down like glass, sharp edges and tiny fragments. "Thanks!" Jotou exclaimed and stood upright. Arabella's eyes had already switched focus onto the man in the sky.
'I'm running low.' Jotou sprinted away and Arabella took over. Sand rained upwards to her command, surging up to the figure, "BLAST!" a gust of wind burst down creating a transitory fountain of sand.
