Kaz sat with legs crossed on the cold stone. His back was straight and he shifted side to side seeking comfort on the slight curve of the cement. His eyes closed and his hands folded over his lap. Strands of his hair blew across his still face. His clothes flapped loosely on his body.

The creak of gears twisted over top one another, with each turn of the windmill's blades. The large fans rowed in front of the wind mage. The white fans of the windmill dipped below the building as another rose to take its place.

Squalls whirled up in tiny bursts around his body. They spun into his hands and through his fingers. His eyes scrunched, chasing after that which could not be held. "I can almost feel it," he took in a deep breath. The wind settled around his body. He opened his hands wide and small blades of air condensed within them. Tuffs of wind flew out from the main body and spiraled into nothingness. Fuel for the windmill if nothing else.

He clenched his fists. The knuckles cracking from time spent fixed in that position. He could see it so clearly in his mind. The blade of wind cutting through the air. So many times before, he sat in that same way. To visualize what would be the next step in his magical arsenal.

With eyes opening, the light slowly filled his blurred vision. The fan of the windmill came into clear sight. The song of the wind danced along his ears. He stood up and stretched wide.

With a steady breath, he held his hand out in front of him. The squalls of wind gathered together. A white magical circle appeared before him. The edge of the circle spanned at further than the roof of the windmill. A floating circle in the air. Another circle appeared in front of the windmill. It was just as large as the one he stood over.

The mage's hand opened and wind surged into the second magic circle. It spun and pranced into a uniform blade of wind. Kaz's hand tensed up. Each small twitch sent a shiver in the blade of wind and a creeping smile on Kaz's face. "There you are." He murmured and with a slow swipe he moved his hand to the side and with it the blade of wind followed. He swung his arm back and the blade shot out faster. The large wind-born weapon cut through the wind with only a faint rumble.

WC 400

Kaz dispersed the blade of wind and instead thrust both hands forward. The wind swirled to life once more. This time two smaller white magic circles appeared at different places. The wind mage kicked off the roof of the windmill and sent himself soaring above. He yanked his hands towards him and two blades of wind rushed out from the distance.

He spun in the air and the blades whirled around his body and off in the other direction. He yanked his hands in opposite directions and the blades danced through the air, whizzing by the wind mage and off at different directions. Each hand controlling one of them. He moved in the air around an orchestra of wind before throwing both hands upward sending the blades flying closer to the clouds. They rushed by the wind mage and ruffled his clothes upward from the force of their movement.  

He let his body fall through the air. He could still feel the connection the magical wind weapons. His final move in the arsenal of wind. The roar of the tiger bellowed in his soul. With eyes open and gazing at the clouds, he could almost see the guardian of the wind peering back at him. He spun once more and swung his arms downward. The wind blades streaked toward the grassy land. The blades of grass folded down as they drew closer. Just before impact, Kaz swung his arms out to the side. The blades pivoted on a sharp angle, cutting the tops of the grass off. The rest of the blades pressed flat on the ground like a tornado was bearing down on them. The wind blades swam across the top and he pulled them careening towards his own body.

They were only a few feet away, when Kaz leaped into the air once more. The held his hands behind him and flew, circling around the windmill. The magical blades trailed behind, one on each side, matching his speed. He pulled them forward and right off his shoulders before pushing them upward and out into the sky once more. He hovered in the air. his eyes quickly narrowing as another blade of wind swooped in, and in a whirlwind, collided with his own.

Another shot out and Kaz threw his remaining wind blade out to clash with the other. The collision sent a ripple of wind outward. And the air was calm once more. It didn't last long as the direction of the wind changed. It pulled him and pushed at his back. He knew it was a calling. Time for a showdown at last. "Master."

WC 400
Total WC 800
Trained: Orchestra of wind 800/800
80% Wc reduction: 60% from Int+20% from Guild perk

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