Finnagin made it about 5 feet into the air before a stong gust of wind slammed against him slowing his ascent into the air. He held his wind magic to keep aloft but not go any higher. 

"Now who is messing with me now" Finnagin Screamed, he looked down on the now gathering crowd "Show ye self, and face me fury!" With these words Finnagin summoned up fire in his hands, increasing the strain to keep himself aloft. He struggles for a moment but through his anger at his aggressors he keeps going. Seriously at this rate he will never be able to reach his uncle to get the money he needs to pay the pub owner.

With fire in his eyes, and now his hands Finnagin searches for his persistent opponents.