and the only solution was to stand and fight
For the next few moments, his attention was on the pebble floating along the gusts. It waxed and waned as the thermals burst from alternating directions, sliding either to the left, to the right, or downwards, before being caught and lifted again. Quietly amused, he changed the ebb and flow of the wind, hastening Mastered Air right into sweeping turns, watching as the rock glided about as if hooked or caught, and then flickered back into his hand.
He might have continued had his focus not been significantly mangled – the approach of another stilled him entirely, and the void Mata Mata contained within the cage screeched something awful. His eyes narrowed significantly, dangerously, the moment he noticed it was Maea – for recent memories had yet to fade, and rarely did, in the Sword’s wake. She seemed all the more hesitant and he was nearly glad for it, perhaps hoping she’d apologize for her rampant stupidity and foolish errors, then leave; but she’d endangered more than his family’s lives recently, and he wasn’t tempted to let her off so easily. “Maea,” was a deep and warning rumble just the same, his features falling into a token nonchalance that said naught of his irritation or animosity; though the lack of amiability would be readily apparent. So too was his following and echoing silence, waiting for her to make the necessary statements.
He might have continued had his focus not been significantly mangled – the approach of another stilled him entirely, and the void Mata Mata contained within the cage screeched something awful. His eyes narrowed significantly, dangerously, the moment he noticed it was Maea – for recent memories had yet to fade, and rarely did, in the Sword’s wake. She seemed all the more hesitant and he was nearly glad for it, perhaps hoping she’d apologize for her rampant stupidity and foolish errors, then leave; but she’d endangered more than his family’s lives recently, and he wasn’t tempted to let her off so easily. “Maea,” was a deep and warning rumble just the same, his features falling into a token nonchalance that said naught of his irritation or animosity; though the lack of amiability would be readily apparent. So too was his following and echoing silence, waiting for her to make the necessary statements.
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