The Guardian launched itself forward soundlessly. The sound of striking of where it landed, as its right arm tightened, the strength mustered, began stirring a storm while it waved heavily. Ye Chong put his ounces of strength in it, hush… the air around started streaming towards the center of the gale he stirred, which then transformed into a high spinning cut. Shush… The sudden pull coming from his spin defogged a tiny area around him, a blanked zone in the dusty storm, The scenery near Ye Chong had been cleared up temporarily.
The monochrome vision became much clearer as few crossing white lines had defined Ye Chong’s view.
His left arm moved once more, with neither hesitation nor distraction, without either inaccuracy or unnecessary gestures, he smashed upon the hurricane he formed, before the dust had fallen. The violently torn air splashed upon the area, as dust once again camouflaged Ye Chong.
