Over the roar of the storm, she couldn't even question what mad plan he had, and before she realized it (expecting him to count up rather than down...) and suddenly the pair were air born.
For a moment, she wondered if the tornado had gotten them, both of them bound and free from the shackles of the long staircase that seemed never ending. But even as the whole of winds tore at them, she noted how the powerful stroke from his instrument propelled them forward, and soon the pair were tumbling onto the ground.
For a moment, Gemla couldn't believe it, hunched over in shock. But then she remembered the tornado and peered over her shoulder, grimacing. She grabbed onto Thrax's arm and yanked him along.
"We need to find shelter!" And just as she suspected, it looked as if the damn mass of wind was charging their way, towards the town of Cleven. Why couldn't anything on this journey be easy!?