Lucien's body seemed to dissolve into the wind until only his voice circled them, carried on every gust like a whisper from nowhere.
"How's it? This is more fun, right?"
The air darkened, the swirling gusts turning a sickly red-black.
Above the rooftop a vortex bloomed, big enough to swallow the whole space, Diane and Lucien caught at its heart.
Lucien laughed deaminingly while blades of wind split from the funnel, slashing in every direction.
They came not one at a time but in sheets, a storm of invisible knives that were strong enough to slash through the trees not far away from this building or even make trails deep enough in the ground.
Seamus managed to flicker between them with Aetherwalk, but Diane's movements dragged, her steps heavier with every second.
"What the fuck!" she spat, twisting just late enough to catch a blade on her left arm.
Blood splattered across the rooftop tiles, hot against the cold wind.
