I controlled three things at once. It wasn't easy, but I had trained for this.
First, the wind barrier: a five-foot spinning shell that surrounded me, keeping the chaotic storm outside from reaching me. Wind blades, pressure pockets, dust, and debris, all of it was locked out, unable to cross the high-speed currents that formed my protective bubble.
Second, the wind sphere: a one-foot spinning orb of compressed air, floating above my right palm. It churned like a miniature storm, its concentrated force swirling with precise control.
Third, the wind shield: a square, rotating construct of condensed air that revolved around me, a leftover defense from before.
Controlling all three at once split my focus, but I didn't need to anymore.
I took a breath and dispersed the wind shield, absorbing its energy into the wind sphere on my palm. The moment I did, my mind felt lighter, the strain of juggling three separate forces easing. But I wasn't done yet.
