What followed was swifter than anything Liam could hope to track, and its consequences could only be described as a natural catastrophe.
Before Liam knew it, gales even wilder than earlier blew on his face, threatening to lift him off the ground and send him flying away.
Mere bending couldn't suffice there. Liam went down, crouching on the ground while shielding his face with his arms, struggling to keep his eyes open and abide by his Master's order.
Liam's vision eventually stabilized enough to bring clarity to the scene. Both Elder Basil and his Master had moved, meeting at the exact center of the distance that used to separate them, their stances hinting at a clash.
Elder Basil had formed a blade with his right hand, but Horace had deflected it with his left arm.
Meanwhile, Horace had delivered a palm strike with his right arm, only for Elder Basil to block it with his left forearm.
