Wind pushed in. The Sky outside was dark, but the air felt static and alive. Marrin never felt so much power before. His sword hummed and buzzed in his hand.

It was...hard to control. The air moved and Marrin could see it. He could feel it, and everything in the room with him. Everything the wind touched, he could see it.

He could 'see' Frank. The Middling who had started off as a friendly when Marrin was shipped into the Sky Court's Enforcer ranks. He felt long before the attack came, the downward blow. He easily evaded it.

The Wind warned him of the Shadow Warbler's next strike, the darkness stilling as the shadow passed through it. It was different, but Marrin could just...understand what it was going to do.

It was...easy.

He didn't even need Ezra's help as the attacks started raining in. Frank was suddenly more aggressive as it became clear that Marrin was not pushed back. Explosions of power as the more powerful Middling struggled to understand the change in dynamics. The loud crashes and and cries from the Shadow Warbler as Marrin began pushing it back, step by step.

"I SAID!!!" Yelled the crazy mage. "GRAVITY WAVE!!!!"

Again, nothing happened.

Seeing without seeing, Marrin could feel the wind around the Ezra. The Mage's heart rate was fast and rolling, thumping like a galloping horse, and Marrin wondered if whatever kind of Fae he was was prone to such exertions. With his strange...power, Marrin could tell that the Mage was weak. His power was great, but his body was almost frail.

Marrin wanted to strike at Frank, but he had a fear that if he change anything, he might lose this strange upper hand. In fact, he didn't even understand what was happening.

Maybe he needed to be pushed more.

He nearly had the Shadow Warbler back into the wall. It was so close. The closer it got, the stronger the resistance became. Marrin wondered, though, if perhaps he would be able to see it completed.

"I. SAID!!!!!" Thundered the Great and Terrible Gravity Mage. "GRAVITY WAVE!"

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And Gravity...waved.

Everything moved. Things on one side of the room were thrown and jerked in crazy, ever changing directs. True chaos reigned supreme as chaos was made lord. All the random debris, crates, and loose dishes, knick knacks fell and crashed, being thrown into the air and jerked around different directions.

And down...was not down anymore. Everything danced and darted, and Marrin felt those same forces dance and dart around himself. Anything less than a Middling would surely suffer greatly in the uncontrolled environment. Marrin felt the gravity shift and pull him left, as he went left he was pushed to downward, as he was pushed downward he was dragged up. It was never enough to lift him from his feet, but there were sections that were close.

It should have been chaos. Impossible to navigate.

Instead he could...

He could see.

He could see where the air moved differently, where it thumped strangely. Where the gravity gave away and open air began. Marrin was able to kick off and swirl behind and pivot and change direction. He wasn't moving freely, but they were caught up in the wide area affect of the chaos the Gravity mage sowed.

Frank was less fortunate. He flailed about, entirely at the mercy of the storm. And worse for Frank was how he didn't know to move out of the way of the shrapnel of the chaos.

And Marrin found himself with the upper hand, the superior positioning. And he seized it.

And with him always, was the feeling of wind swirling about him, to him, for him. Moving the chaotic debris around.

He could...get used to this.

Frank had been talented. Bold. Sharp. But lazy. Everyone was so lazy. No one wanted to wake up early, no one wanted to work late. There had some good members, but when the leaders of the Sky Court's Enforcer Squadron had been lax in their training, the followers had followed suit. Frank had been more powerful than Marrin.

But with the swirling wind at his blade, Marrin moved. He was able to blast random debris at the Shadow Warbler to halt it's progress, either moving out the way or redirecting its path so that the random debris smashed into the ilky thing.

The disloyal Frank tried to seize this moment. But Marrin was able to feel the wind change, and idly stepped away from the oncoming attack. He did it in such a way that Frank tripped into a section of heavier gravity, and stumbled.

Still injured, Marrin moved forward. He didn't know fancy footwork, but he knew his basics.

Their blades clashed and...

Frank lost. Marrin held his sword at Frank's throat.

"Yield." Said Marrin.

"I can't walk away." Said Frank, teeth clenched.

Marrin wondered if he was going to have to...seriously injury his fellow squadron mate. Or kill him.

Frank would have let Marrin come in here unprepared.

Marrin imagined his sister receiving what little money he had managed to save during this time. He could imagine his mother wailing as whatever messenger returned his belongings, including his lucky green hat.

The Wind whirled on his blade. Cutting, edging him onward.

"Yield." Marrin said again. He would not waste any more time, one way or another.