Kaz had his mind calmed by the new circumstances that he faced. He sat surrounded by silence. The wind whistled through the windows. He sat alone in a silent place on the cold floor. It was a spacious and empty warehouse. The front doors were wide open.

He felt a shift in the wind. His meditative state was filled with his endless battle with the great white wolf. If taught him and forced him to learn. It was a flash here. A claw there. Turbulent winds rushed with cutting vigor both in Kaz's mind and around his body as he sat cross-legged.

The wind cleared the dust around him. He wore a new outfit now. One with blue robes that billowed in the tornado of wind around him.

Footsteps landed atop the warehouse. The world in Kazimir's mind began to fade. The wind died down around him. His eyes opened and a rush of wind rippled from his body. He had it. The next step was complete.

The footsteps got louder and louder. More and more danced across the roof and figures dropped down in front of the doorway. Behind them was the setting sun, casting an orange light into the room.

Kaz put a hand on his leg and the other on the floor and stood up. His eyes flashed white with the power of the wind and faded as well. "Hello. I know what you have been up to. I'd like you all to surrender. I'm not as gentle as I once was."

The men exchanged looks and laughed befoe pulling out swords. Kaz let out a sigh as the wind gathered around him. He faced them and took in a deep breath, with a roar, the image of a tiger appeared behind him and roaring along with him. From the mage's mouth, a vacuum of wind shot out towards the group. Some dove to the side and others held their sword ready to block it.

WC 315/1000

The spell fired out much stronger than expected. It felt new but also familiar. As the spell left his mouth he smiled, remembering the feeling. It was the same power as his magic before. The strength of the wind. The power of the tempest. The spell hit the warriors sword and erupted into a tornado. The explosion caught them off guard. Their swords went up and faces moved to cover themselves but the wind tore into them. Some dropped their weapons and others were flung into the walls.

Kaz looked at his hands and opened and closed his fists. It was something new and he was more one with it than before. Having the strength of the tempest back was comforting. Like something important lost and now recovered. "Thank you"he whispered to the great tiger spirit.

The men reorganized themselves and rushed the wind mage. They came with rage in their eyes. Their knuckles tightened around the hilts of their weapons. Kaz was ready to jump back and swipe his hand to cast another spell but paused. It was already here. The furry of the storm. The time between his magic had lessened from his intense meditation.

He dashed upwards into the air and breathed out that same vacuum once more. The warriors shook with wide eyes. Surprised that it was happening again. They fought mages before but none that could cast so rapidly.

The wind blew down upon them and hit the floor sending a slashing torrent of wind at all those in the area. It consumed them once again, gashing open the wounds they had already received. They coughed up blood. One warrior stabbed his sword into the ground and pushed himself up, leaning his weight on the weapon. Kaz landed in the middle of all of them.

They forced themselves back up to their feet. It was taxing for the mage to keep blowing spells out but he had to see the extent of his training. The men circled around him. "You've been causing trouble and shaking down the merchants here." Kaz said eyeing them back and forth.

WC 340
Total Wc 655/1000

The men kept circling, waiting for the perfect time to strike. The wind mage felt the call of the wild in his heart. The tiger that hungered to emerge. A part of himself that he had fought against for so long and now they could act as one. He could accept it as a part of himself. Control in unity. He closed his eyes, feeling their movements in the wind. They way they breathed with each step, sending ripples through the air like stones falling in a pond.

One by one they dashed forward. Only milliseconds between each one. Kaz opened his eyes and leaned his head back just as the gleam of a blade passed in front of his face. He ducked down and spun underneath another sword strike aimed for his back. He ended his movement outside of the circle of men and dashed backward once more. His feet grazed the top of the ground. Two warriors charged forward with their weapons held horizontal and ready to slash.

Kaz stepped downward and sent himself airborne once more right as they swung their blades. He spun in the air as their swords swiped beneath him. With a backflip, he landed behind them once more and dropped to his back to evade yet another slash from a third. Rolling back to his feet he thrust his hand forward to send him skidding across the ground and flipping back up to his feet.

He faced them and roared once more. The tiger appeared again with the white magic circle around him. They roared in unison as a vacuum of air shot forward. The two warriors had only halfway turned around when the spell struck. It erupted in a tornado once more, taking in everything around them. The floors busted open from the impact and the warriors let out a fearsome howl of pain. They fell to the ground unconscious from the blast. It spread out wide enough to engulf the others already injured from the first blast. The tiger's roar ripped into them sending them tumbling to the ground.

Kaz stood around the injured me. His new power flowing through him. Although this time there were no pages to call upon to take them away and no jail he could cuff them and take them too. He walked out of the warehouse and waved as his allies laying in wait. A small group of merchants and guards emerged. "It's done," Kaz said as the men came in and took away the injured criminals.

Kaz walked away and headed back to the guildhall.
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WC 400
Total WC 1055/1000 (50% wc reduction from int. )
Tiger's Roar A rank.