A violent surge of wind tore through the tendrils like a blade. They scattered instantly, as if they weighed nothing.
Killian lost his footing as the surge caught him, lifting him off the ground before he could react. His head spun as he rose into the air, too quickly.
Before reaching five feet, he dropped Thistle to save her but winced when she fell on the ground.
"Killian!" her voice called out below, and her vines reached out to him but Killian was sent farther up.
The wind carried him higher. Then it abandoned him.
'Shit.'
His body dropped fast, and his heart jumped into his mouth. He saw the ground rushing up to meet him, and with a thought, he moved the tendrils towards him.
'They are too far!They wouldn't reach me in time!'
His body tensed up as his life flashed before his eyes. The knight attacked again, advancing to swing her axe while he was mid-air.
Killian's eyes shifted to the last orb of heat with him, and he sent it to her in a last bit to defend himself.
