Tristan gasped as the air pushed him down all the way onto his front, shuddering as the air began to churn and circle the room, harder and harder until he was being spun on the smooth stone floor, his hips soon located directly over the rune on the floor where he had started. He looked up over his shoulder as best he could, eyes widening as space tore itself asunder with the newly arrived claws. The hare shivered and closed his eyes, clutching the ground, trying to keep from spinning anymore.