Vincent snorted. "Winds, surge!" The tingling shot up his arm, a slight measure of discomfort showing on his face. It wasn't painful, but it wasn't likable either. The winds increased in strength, raising the group higher.
"Save your energy, and spare the surroundings. Our next environs may be much more hostile than some limp-armed theropods."
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