"When fifteen of the twenty tornadoes dispersed, R was watching Mel gliding among them. The robust young man was displaying a tier of agility and mobility one wouldn't expect from him, his claws cleaving and casting aside the tornadoes laden with wind energy.
"Very good, very good! I am impatient to examine your claws!"
Crossing his fans in front of his body, the frail youth took a step forward while narrowing his slanted eyes; the final tornado he forged was shattering at that exact moment.
"Try these on for size then!"
The dance began; two new tornadoes emerged with every rotation. This time, the color of the air currents was green, and they were tearing the ground apart, incorporating it into the tornadoes.
"He forged it using solely wind energy!"
"Those broken pieces spinning at that speed are no different from a sharp sword!"
