It was a tornado.
A mini-tornado stood before me.
This was a bit spectacular and not that bad for me… unless I count the other ones.
There were four other mini-tornado roaming behind the first one. This wasn't just any spell; this was a high level spell that only people with great experience in air affinity can create.
To think Alvin is so good at air… this was the spell I remembered from my memory. It wasn't just a powerful spell but a very destructive one.
Which made me wonder why Falbic is allowing thi-
I turn towards him to see the guy was using his gravity powers to keep himself and the crowd leveled. Even through the crowd felt the great air all over them and some hats flew away, their bodies on the other hand were glued to their seats.
'Nevermind… now what to do with you, Alvin.' I said and stabbed my sword towards the ground for stability.
One tornado wasn't enough to blow me away but five them… that was a problem.
