"G-Get away from me!!" Silvermist squealed, her voice jumping two octaves higher than usual. In her panic, her magic surged out without control — a sharp gust of wind bent to her flustered will and sent West flying backward like a kite yanked off its string.
West tumbled through the air, arms flapping wildly, but somehow — through sheer luck or stubborn pride — he twisted at the last second and landed on his feet, skidding to a halt like a startled cat pretending it meant to do that all along.
Silvermist, meanwhile, had descended into full chaos. She scrambled on the mossy ground, slipping and nearly face-planting, her knees wobbling like jelly. Her face was an impressive shade of crimson as she finally managed to stand, albeit on legs that looked like they were considering mutiny.
