The arbiter galloped on horseback with one hand on the reins and the other held behind him. The arbiter peered over his shoulder at the approaching wind mage. Kazimir glared back and spurred the griffon further. The duo rushed down between the trees. Leaves scattered into the wind. Fury beat with the wings of the griffon. Kazimir rose a hand. Wind gathered around his palm. It was slow but burst into raging winds in an instant. The tornado was forming.
“Kazimir…The Rising Tempest,” The arbiter yelled back against the roaring of the wind. “It has been a long time and your rage still dwells in your soul.”
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