Both Briar and Zephyr high-fived each other as their palms slapped togethe.
For a moment, a real smile shown on Briar's face, it was wide and childish like he had just won a game among his friends.
Zephyr opened his mouth to say something but a low, rumbling howl sounded through the air. It was the sound of a tornado gathering, the wind whipping into a furious circle and turning the dirt and grass upward as it spun toward them.
Briar and Zephyr frowned, turning their heads around to look. They could not see who was commanding it yet, but they knew. Only a storm caller could command a tornado like this. The massive funnel of wind barreled straight at them.
As it get closer, wind lances like spear-like gusts shot out from the tornado, moving toward Briar and Zephyr. The spear did not strike directly but circled their feet, forming tight rings that pinned them in one place.
