Grey twisted sideways as three spiraling beams of emerald wind crossed through the space where his chest had been, each one carrying enough compressed energy that the air screamed long after they passed.
The Wind Elementals refused to come anywhere near him now, instead disappearing into the hurricane before reappearing hundreds of meters away and ripping more power from the storm to launch another attack.
Grey could feel something changing every time they did it. The hurricane's radius was slowly contracting as more of its stored momentum was stripped away and concentrated into their attacks.
They probably thought he couldn't tell from inside the thing, and ordinarily they might have been right, but Grey's Resonant Sense had already spread far enough to keep track of the outer pressure walls.
