Her foe was a dishonorable sort. A coward, seeking to run from this woman rather than avenge his fallen comrade. A man that spoke with spirits, yet whimpered at noises in the dark. Weak, superstitious, and easily manipulated. However, this all boiled down to one thing, he had no willpower.<br/><br/>His spell had rendered her captive, he was free to flee. And yet, with the threat gone his mind began to wander. She was a lovely thing. And the winds kept exposing quick flashes of flesh. And the sounds she made were delightful. He was still on the fence when she seemed to break through and move forward. Her words confused him, give her what? But her reaction to the new intensity of the wind told him. The winds. And he was happy to oblige.<br/><br/>He concentrated once more calling forth the winds to make him a spear. But as they coallesed he broke the chant. He never did understand how the air formed a solid staff and preferred instead controlling a rigid cylinder of air.<br/><br/>He stepped forward and lifted one hand, the teasing air around saeko began a more deliberate dance flowing up over the front of her body and down her back. With these winds flowing he lifted the staff the air had created in his hands and shoved hard against her chest. Easily resisted, but if she went with the flow and embraced the air, she would find herself held afloat by the winds.