Romans & histoires Tatsumaki Tornado

He stayed there balanced on a finger until the pirate bonked himself enough times and slumped unconscious. The Yin Yang Twins arranged themselves as though in a game of chicken fight. Both made the hand seal of Zai and delivered Teikiatsujutsus (Cyclone). Koumori-shishou stood fast against the cataclysmic winds and responded by whirling his staff very fast and lowering it to the beach. This sprayed a great deal of sand right under the horizontal cyclone and over the half-baked monks, toppling and burying them.

As I fight along side Carson and the others I do hope my mate is farring well in the other dimension. The wind picks up and begins to spin, getting stronger and stronger eventually turning into a tornado, the twister stretches up to the heavens and begins weaving it’s way through the land, we watch as it sucks up whatever is in it’s path and begins pulling the dark clouds cover the skies in, while it’s doing it’s work Tabitha and her followers continue to chant, a light emits from their circle and rises from the earth and rises up slowly.

I heard his voice, until it got muffled by the sweeping sounds of the tornado, and I sensed something bad had happened. I couldn't run too far, cause it was extremely fast. I hid behind one of the trees in the woods, hoping it would just pass by without hurting me. The tornado bent and uprooted trees, as well as other items, swirling them in it's pool of darkness. I shut my eyes with my hands, expecting the worst.

Clouds were twirling into a funnel, and strong winds were building up. “TORNADO!” Brock screamed.

This tornado was the biggest he had ever seen or heard of and Xasha could feel powerful wind energy radiating from it. "That's a big tornado kid, it's amazing you could sense this from nearly a thousand miles away. You made the right decision coming here. I can sense the presence of a wind spirit. It's in the middle of that tornado. We will wait for it to die down, then we will try to capture it." "Why wait?" The confirmation that what he had been looking for was here was all Xasha needed. He immediately got to work. He waved his hand and the air around the tornado solidified, then started spinning in the opposite direction. After a few minutes, the tornado began slowing down.

Alpha Liam’s soaked hair and body whipped towards the young alpha, who was protecting the unconscious Alpha Cameron from the surge of attacks from the left side. A phantom and a griffin rider, who were a few meters away from them, were struck by a lightning bolt while the tornadoes sucked the troops from both parties into the sheer oblivion of the depths of the darkened sea.

Mac The wind howled like a pack of ghosts behind us as we sprinted up the side path toward the castle. We reached the stone archway just as the first wave of debris began assaulting the castle—dirt and rocks from the outer edge of the circulation. Tara turned one more time, facing the tornado. She closed her eyes, pushing her arms outward and then to one side. When she turned back, her eyes glowed with that ethereal light again, and the look of determination on her face—a beautiful, formidable sight.

A 200-meter blood tornado spins up around the main pipe—razor edges contained, pulling us higher, faster, safer. We all ride inside it. Tandem lines. Shared stats kicking in hard. I feel their power flooding my veins: sunrise heat from Seras, dragon fire from Lucian, chaos sparks from Kayo, void hunger from Nerida, grimoire logic from Rowan. Remy and I sync perfectly—marriage bond on overdrive. He grabs my hand mid-air. We ollie the biggest void gap together—fifty feet, easy. The hurricane catches us, spins us slow like a ballroom dance in hell.

I scream in frustration out over the lake. The wind picks up over the lake as my answer, beating the water to a frenchy. Then it collects into a tornado right in front of me and I smile triumphant. This is something I am good at. I jump to my feet, lifting my arms towards the tornado. It follows my will immediately and lifts above the water. As I turn left the whirlwind mirrors my movement, and when I turn back it follows me again. I am grabbed by an intoxicating feeling of power that only feeds into my anger. In my mind I imagine that the tornado is Marta and with a yell I send all my frustration towards the pillar of wind. I stare as it grows, turning faster and faster.

Up north, she spots his royal blue cloak and realizes his path—he’s going after Akira. She grounds her teeth before sprinting after him. Her elaborate hand gestures summoned a tornado, sucking up all the dust and debris in the area, and then aggressively chased after Soren. It was quickly getting stronger as it absorbed more and more elements. By the time it reached Soren, it was almost as tall as the bell tower.