"One directional Windslam," I whispered. The wind answered my call with a feral hiss as it swirled to life before me. With a flick of my fan, I sent the gust hurtling towards the boy.
The boy, recovering quickly from the force of my attack, twisted to the side, his body turning with a surprising agility as he avoided the brunt of the Windslam's power.
With a grunt of effort, he pressed forward, closing the distance between us in a flash as the fires of his fury burned anew, his eyes alight with the singular focus of a predator on the hunt.
"Impressive," I thought, acknowledging his quick reflexes and athleticism as he weaved through the dissipating gusts of wind, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides in preparation for the next blow
"Triple fireballs," He said. The air crackled with heat as his hands blazed with flame, three spheres of molten fury hurtling towards me in a deadly arc.
