"Haha! Nice. Get ready then." Navajo channeled mana into his sword as numerous small runic circles appeared on the ground.
Sand burst out like a fountain from the circles. Navajo swung his sword in the air as the sand moved in the direction of the sword swing. He kept moving his sword around as he kept moving his arms and body along with it. To the onlookers it felt like he was dancing with his sword on the platform.
The sand kept tossing and turning as more and more sand collected and slowly it almost filled one third of the platform. Finally, after making one last turn with his sword, he thrust the sword forward in the air towards Luke.
The sand immediately moved forward, it rose high in the air as it rushed at Luke like a huge wave of tsunami.
Prana started collecting in Luke's palms. He stretched his arms back wide, bent his knee and leaned forward as he brought both his arms swinging forward and with his arms parallel to the floor, his palms clapped.
