To Vincent's dismay, Avarius was painfully good and adapt at the skill. As he spoke them, Avarius was following the instructions without a single tell tale sign of struggle or concentration. A gently soft breeze began to flow freely from his hand, but that was only the beginning. 

The boy closes his eyes and feels the energy. A second more powerful wave trickled down his arm towards his hand, but before it reached there or could be expelled Avarius clasps his hands together in front of himself and the energy transfers into the other arm as it continues to build. 

He never could just follow instructions.

He inhaled deeply as he directed the magic to his chest, that was his mistake. The gust of wind exploded free into his already filled lungs violently stretching and pushing up against the inner walls before it quickly escaped his mouth amongst a coughing fit as a small gust that threatened to hit Lance right in the face. 

Avarius doubled over in pain taking erratic irregular breaths in between loudly coughing and spluttering.
His throat burnt and his lungs were internally bruised, along with the muscles and ribs that surrounded them.  

He had nearly inflated himself like a balloon. His body didn't enjoy that at all and was letting him know. 
Trying to hold a straight face, Avarius settles with tiny soft breaths as tears swell hidden in his eyes. 
He looks to Lance to see if he accidentally hit him with the gust of wind.
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