As the water came closer to Henry he slid his right foot in front of him, sending a small wave of air underneath the enemy’s attack, aimed for his feet. Strategically knowing his first strike would do nothing to the oncoming wet assault he took a deep breath and sent a gust of wind at the ground. As it bounced off the tile the air pushed the liquid up, turning it into a fountain but as the light rain began to fall Henry misjudged the amount of water that was fired and, as he could no longer exhale, the original course was taken for the attack, hitting Mr. Seau in the chest. Slightly pushed back, Henry plotted his next move in his drenched clothes.
Noticing the sword was too heavy it was thrown into the air then quickly Henry began to swing him hands in a circular motion. As the small tornado began to appear the boy was lifted from the floor and, grabbing his sword in mid air, spun wildly. The blade stuck out a few inches from the vortex that traveled quickly towards the opponent. Pulling the bits of rock for the earlier attack into its cycle Henry switched his weight and was tossed from the tornado which was rapidly approaching his foe. Now only several feet away, and a tad dizzy but completely dry, he watched as his attack stay on target. Now a bit tired Henry Seau leaded on his rock tai chi sword, awaiting the next move.
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