The white haired man glanced about, assessing how things were turning out... the CoffeeWarmers weren't in range yet... but the archers were, and they had decent range. The SwordHolders were never going to reach him, and Ming would have to go through Rudy and Akane to get to him... unlikely. There was only one person on whom he could vent.
Leraje turned to the remaining ArrowMaker, the one not burning alive, and focused his whole person on him, making sure the ArrowMaker saw him, recoqnized him... and pulled back both hands, raising them up by his head... almost like he was being arrested, then suddenly, swiftly, he pushed both forward violently, tearing the air in front of him, and sending out a force that grew in intensity with every inch and foot it left from him. By the time the gale winds reached the ArrowMaker... they were more than sufficient. "Gust Rush" occured... slamming into the man, and preventing any arrows to be fired by him, lest the arrow fly back and impale himself, and even more ideally, the man thrown off his balance and collapse, removing him from combat until Ming was down.
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"The universe is all in the mind that perceives it, and sensation is the first and only reality. If a tree falls in the forest with no creature to hear it, than there is no tree."
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