"Vael Mael!!!!!"
Grash's roar tore through the forest as he began spinning once more, but this time he did not stop after a single rotation. His boots dug trenches into the earth as his body turned again and again.
Wind began spiraling around his body, first as a violent current and then as a rapidly expanding vortex that tore leaves from branches and sent loose stones skipping across the ground. The longer Grash spun, the larger the vortex became, and within moments the wind had grown into a monstrous hurricane that towered above the trees. Its howling could be heard from far beyond the battlefield, while branches snapped and entire sections of vegetation were dragged toward its rotating mass.
Grash himself disappeared within the violent winds, but the azure glow of his mana remained visible through the storm, moving at its center like the eye of a growing catastrophe.
Yet directly before that hurricane, Tud'or remained standing.
