Coming around again from the East once more, mad as ever and eager to let that twisted bastard have his comeuppance, Cedar spied the old bastard trying to make a break for it, foolishly flying once again.

"THERE YOU IS,YA FILTHY COCK SUCKIN' SON OF A WHORE! LIKES TA BREAK PEOPLE'S BONES, DOES YA? FUCK EM AN DUMP EM IN A DITCH, LIKE YA DID 'AT BIG BASTARD O'ER YONDER?! WELL GUESS WHAT FUCKER, YA *MY* BITCH NAOW, AN IZ *YOUR* TURN TA *GIT FUCKED!*"

He bellowed, rounding sharply and levelling the ball-tipped end of the standard bearer pole directly at Asevor, as he felt the magic animating his movements, and his own will to move, finally come together in blissful, delicious harmony.

The wind he was dancing with literally picked him up, and spun him like a top suspended in the air, and moved him like he was nothing along a chaotic path just a few feet off the ground, while simultaneously coalescing around asevor like the fist of an angry giant, ripping the flying man off course, then slamming him repeatedly and violently against the sides of the keep.

The angry verbal spew continued uninterrupted as the wind raged, drawing the wizard further up the wall and higher into the sky the more he continued to struggle and be thrown back against the keep, and continually aimed away from the enraged bear-- the full force of the storm's magic completely bent on destroying him, as lightning and thunder intensified high overhead, giving foreshadow to what awaited him up there in the angry black wall of clouds...