Trish looked exhausted. When I'd said it was her turn, she'd simply thrown a boomerang at me. It was easily deflected. I mean, c'mon, it was a boomerang.
"You can throw anything at me, anything, and you throw a boomerang at me?" I said in disbelief. "Why don't you do something like this?"
I held my hands out in front of me, rubbing them together quickly, causing friction. I was still sitting cross legged on the floor. The temperature lowered and wind picked up from nowhere. Trish was still on her hands and knees, looking up at me.
The wind whirled and whirled, getting faster and faster. Pretty soon it became a hurricane. Gently, I lifted us up with the wind. I lifted us both higher and higher. There didn't seem to be a restriction. We kept rising for a good ten minutes before I decided to kickstart this fight again.
"Think fast." I said, just before stopping all the wind entirely and turning into rubber once more.