The Dark Wind

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

“What are you talking about, Lorna?” He drew back suddenly, the first time I saw shock write across the relaxed and calm face I always saw on my master.

“My name is Dru. Lorna Reyzon died years ago. You have no more major place in my mind; just a bump in the road I have yet gotten rid of.” My voice was cold as I accepted Cole’s denim jacket, providing me with what little warmth that touched me.

The green in his eyes hardened, and flashed dangerously. His movements, as expected, were so fast that even my eyes couldn’t track him. There was a slam, and as shock jolted through my bones, I realized I was back on the table, but this time, someone was keeping me down.

Wind stared back into my eyes, fierce as he breathed into my face.

“I can save you, Lorna, and I can end your life all the same.” He threatened, and where I would have once cried out and groveled at his feet, I did no such thing as I pulled my power from the air.

I called on to the earth that made the wooden table on my back, commanding for it to warp its shape. The wood, answering my order, shot out a strong, flat board, slapping Wind away from me as he flew to the far end of the nightclub.

Even before I could track him as he flew, the brush of wind started as his power filled the air. I recognized his power play, but I knew it. I called on my own power, commanding for the wind to stop.

“I once quailed and shivered before you, Wind. No more!” I declared as I jumped away from his dagger, before he disappeared again. I was heavily reliant on my powers in this fight, because there was no way I could hope to defeat Wind’s speed.

His laughter caught up with me as I ducked, feeling the blade singing in the air as it missed my face. Throwing out my power again, I reached to my only resource: the blood I’d left on the table. Calling on to the water that made most of my blood, I forced it into the shape of a whip. It’d taken me months, almost a year, to perfect this little trick, but it was the best I could manage at the time. Commanding the air at the same time, I forced the temperature to drop, freezing one end of the blood-whip as I grasped it like a handle. With power still heavy in the air, I rolled to my side as a blur appeared before me, a blade thrusting towards my chest.

With a strong flick of my wrist, I forced the blood-whip towards Wind. My plan worked as the blur stopped suddenly, and I saw Wind sprawled on the floor, my blood-whip coiling around his ankle. He tried to call on the wind again, but I dissipated it as I uncoiled the blood-whip quickly, flicking it at him.

I sharpened the edge of the blood-whip as I pulled it down, and it wrapped itself around the body of Wind’s. His black, tight-fit cotton shirt tore open where the whip touched it, and I could see the thin line of blood running across his chest, around his back as I drew back the whip again.

The surprise could easily be detected in his eyes as I looked up at me, but disappeared suddenly. Dissipating my concentration away from my blood-whip, I let it return to water as I dropped it, jumping towards the bar. I had more weapons there, and it was what I needed again Wind, not some simple daggers.

There was a whisper of wind against my ears as I threw out my power, commanding the air just beside me to leave the space, creating a vacuum. Wind appeared a millisecond after, a few centimeters away from the vacuum-like space as he halted his speed. I dodged as he made a quick detour, his blade singing again as it lunged towards me.

Leaning quickly over the counter, I grabbed a wine bottle, smashing it against the countertop. I could feel Wind approaching me at dangerous speed, but I needed my weapon. Putting my hand on the mess that was both wine and the shattered glass of wine bottle, I released the ball of my power.