His eyes suddenly shot open. He clapped his hands but there was nothing. A confused look took his face. There was no ripple. He couldn’t feel the vibration but he didn’t need to. The snapping of a twig and rustle of a branch caught the mage's attention.
He quickly looked to his left, to see that nothing was there. Only the chill of the cold breeze. Snow drifted downward, carried by the gusts. His eyes narrowed, something still felt off. He looked around, hiding the panic in his heart at his faltering magic.
The wind suddenly died. The snow it carried all drifted straight to the ground. A vacuum of wind appeared and sucked them into the woodline before two blades of wind erupted forth at Kaz.
His eyes widened. He stomped on the ground hoping that he'd propel himself backwards but there was nothing. He crossed his arms over his face as the blades tore into his arms. His feet slid backwards in the snow. His teeth clinched but his eyes peered through the gaps in his arms into the forest.
Two figures dashed forward, recklessly straight for him. He knew who they were and what time it was. The mages dashed out from the tree line, "Looks like you lost your touch brother!" One howled.
Kaz's eye twitched in anger and he only had one thing left to try. He reared his hand back like a tiger's claw to launch his own wind blade. He swung his arm but something in him caused his hand to slash downward. From it, the white tiger appeared behind him with a mighty roar creating a tornado of slashing wind that tore into the mages.
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