Rio raised his hand, pointing the silver wand at the group of cloaked figures. The air concentrated on top of the silver wand—a flurry of raging wind gathering in front of him, blowing everything away on its path.
"«Wind..Sl..»." Rio quietly mumbled a name while he moved the wand fluidly. Suddenly his hand stopped as he pointed the silver rod towards the raging wind. Rio lifted the wand up high before bringing it down in an instant.
Woo—! Ssshh—!
Before his eyes, the converging wind separated as it divided itself into groups of small sharp winds; aimed at the cloaked figures. He shoved his hand forward, blasting the sharp winds through air as it shot to the group of followers.
Woosh—!
The followers of Aza dodged. Barely. The sharp wind was fast. Those with slimmer and thinner bodies were able to narrowly dodge the wind, but only at the cost of their cloaks getting shredded into pieces.