Avary finds his fist slowing down the closer it gets to Hanz's face. At first he only feels a strong wind blowing against his fist, not exactly stopping it, but pushing it back harder than he could push it forward. Then, a stinging pain as the razor sharp winds circling around Hanz lash all over his hand, slowly peeling off his skin if he doesn't use his speed to pull his hand back. Hanz blinks as he is suddenly staring at said hand. Then, he snorts and shakes his head."Vell. Hopefully you did zat now."