Thread:Nimarfira/@comment-39487125-20191220194518/@comment-35042251-20191227224944

Wind Weaver’s gaze followed the man’s and with a cold look snapped her fingers, a breeze scooping up the knife and depositing it into her free hand. Without missing a beat, the wind practically shredded the knife into tiny pieces of metal and wood whipping around in the mini tornado. Glaring at the man, WW made a downwards motion with her hand and the mini tornado stopped, the shredded shards of the knife falling to the wooden floor.

“I’m afraid that you’ll have to be buying yourself a new knife, sir.” Wind Weaver spat.