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An effective countermeasure, to say the least, the young Pundambayan had managed to free himself from the imminent prison of water that had attempted to engulf him. Droplets of the translucent liquid were propelled outward to spread through the air, and while that worked efficiently and effectively to outright negate the formation of the Water spell the Golden Prodigy was casting, the wind elemental spell was a little trickier to disrupt. For, you see, the moment Aero clashed with the force emanating from Rakatah's fist, some wind currents dissipated; the majority of them, however, grew emboldened by the kinetic energy emanated from the shockwave. 

Indeed, Gariland was applying one of the basic principles of what little martial arts he knew - utilizing the opponent's strength against themselves. Not only was this principle useful whenever weaving spells through his fists or blades, but also when a situation similar to this one occurred. In this case, what the Master Arithmethician focused on, was in the wind currents that managed to maintain their centrifugal and centripetal forces, rather than the ones that dissipated. Proper calculations of the additional force required for the wind currents to subsist and empower themselves saw the Aero spell turning into something else an entire order of magnitude higher regarding the orders of spells within Black Magic. What was Aero would have become Aerora, Aeroga, and Aeroja under the same order of magnitude; however, the renewed spinning motion of the additional forces enriching the zephyrs saw the spell becoming a veritable Tornado.

As Rakatah sat upon the low arc, the tornado trailed a direct trajectory toward the edifice whilst the forces enacted by it attempted to suck in not only the Pundambayan, but also any material object in the vicinity. With the Golden Prodigy resisting the pull and push of the wind currents in his flight, the calculations in his mind picked up on the effect of the Tornado spell in the micro-asteroid. The constantly falling droplets of water were pulled into the zephyrs, as did loose rocks within the environment, but the particularity was that the tiny shards of crystallized liquid that had not managed to assault Rakatah beforehand were also being pulled in from the ground. This made things a little more difficult for the Pundambayan. Wind currents behind, icy shards up ahead, and the Golden Prodigy overseeing it all from his high perch in midair with his hands outstretched as though readying himself for Rakatah's next movement.

One could say he was still toying with the Pundambayan, but the truth of the matter was that he hadn't even begun playing.