The atmosphere around this assault grew restless and began to respond to the localized winds. The spirits beginning to break from his command and move freely. All around them winds began to howl, trees swaying, dirt cascading in all directions. Static in the air making hair stand on end. Hot and cold winds fighting over her body.<br/><br/>And the rod of air released from the hands that summoned it. A condensed, stiff, burst of air. He still had some control and used it to guide the gust between her legs and show the spirits that the mound found here could be penetrated. And once the rod was slipped in, it felt as if it would never stop. A ring of wind, condensed to feel as solid as wood, continually rushing inward. When it met resistance it curved in and rose back out up the center of the staff until it reached the end and rejoined itself blowing back in again. It simultaneously filled her completely and gave the constant feeling of slipping inside