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... ring step. A sharp twist of his wrist sent a coiled gust skimming low across the sand, a ripple of compressed air shaped to trip rather than harm.
The grit hissed as it slid along the surface, striking with enough force to stagger most in their opening stance.
Logan shifted to his right, smooth and deliberate, letting the wind carry past him in a harmless arc.
The gust lost coherence a few paces behind him, scattering harmlessly against the containment ward.
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