Cyr frowned as the wind-child still remaned in place. He was running out of energy, no dbout. Blood was trickling from his mouth and nose, and his body was weak and shaking. He peered at the gap in the whirlwind, pondering to himself. He took a deep breath.
He only had one shot at this...
He lunged forward, soaring through the air as the defences of the whirlwind were open, he reeled back his fist as he neared the wind-child, looking at her with pity as he brung his fist down upon the barrier. Hard, making a desperate attempt to break it. He let out a massive, psychic scream to try and shatter the bloody thing as he punched it, his eyes, however - were now sereneley calm.
((Can I break it? : <.
Gah, I have to go sleep now anyway, see you tomorrow
.))