He leaned against the wall of a building. Blood ran down his arms and dripped from his fingertips. A single streak of crimson flowed from his forehead to his chin. Another battle that had raged on. This time was different. This time they came in full force.
"What's different with you now," he rose his hands to look at them. The wind whirling around them erratic and new.
But he felt it. He closed his eyes and saw the prowling white tiger. Its voice carried the weight of the heavenly plane. Kaz's body creaked and cracked from the pressure, his muscles tightened and then all went loose.
A quick ripple vibrated above him. His sense had returned. Opening his eyes there was no one above. The shingle on the edge of the rooftop slide. Inching closer to the side. A brief indication of something else. Then there was a vital error. Another vibration from the rooftop as a figure shifted their weight. His sense was more precise than it was before. Even the rise and fall of their chest was perceptible
Kaz stomped his foot and went sailing into the sky. His eyes fixed and unwavering on the wind mage before him. Fear met his gaze as the mage realized what had happened. Their window of opportunity...was closing.
Air filled Kaz's lungs. The growl of the tiger was building up in his soul. It bellowed in his gut and rose through his chest until finally, He let out a roar. The white tiger appeared behind him.
The roar conjured a compressed vacuum of air to rush forth at the wind mage. The clansman jumped to his feet and stepped to the side, thinking to evade the whole narrow attack.
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