Aethor dodged Zion's attack and blasted him with another gust of wind that sent Zion flying into a tall tree that grew to the point where you couldn't see the top of it.
Aethor was right behind him, and before Zion could even stabilize, a torrent of wind blasted him again, sending him tumbling through the sky once more. Vines shot out, wrapping around Zion's legs and pulling him toward Aethor. But with a quick flick of his wrist, the vines were severed, and Zion hovered in mid-air, lazily brushing off the attack.
"Is that all you have?" Zion called out, floating a bit higher. "I expected more from someone with a family of spirit summoners. This is kind of disappointing."
Aethor's eyes narrowed, fury flashing in them. "You'll regret that."
