Clearing of Flowers

Kama smiled as the doppelgangers retreated into their original self.  A moment of respite in the battle, but one that had prepared the end of this fight just as neatly.  The man hunkered down preparing to defend himself creating a forcefield repelling the magical aspects of their combined assaults.

Only the fool had underestimated the true nature of their attacks, for the wind is of nature a thing not rebuffed or repelled, it can only be guided and harnessed with care and great effort.  Once unleashed it has a tendency to do as it desired, save by compelling it to do otherwise.  The forcefield was successful in repelling the magic within the wind, but neither the green glowing powder which most victims assumed to be magical in origin or the wind itself reflected off the dome like barrier.  Rather both began to encompass the barrier swirling around it only a moment after the magical energies tried to rebound toward their respective users.  

It was the basis of the study and use of wind in their combined attacks, and many of their individual ones as well.  You can stop the magic feeding the wind, but the wind itself would remain, and as long as Kama was still alive and kicking the glowing green powder which was mistaken for a magical aura would continue to ride the wind, allowing him to assert control over it again and again and again.   Guiding it toward his desired conclusion.  And this time the foolish man had double the strength of the already howling storm level winds.

With a lazy flick of his wrist for show Kama's magic poured out of the powder flying through the air now forming a steady circling pattern around the barrier and the man.  A force of wind so strong anything that pierced it would be caught up in the twisting and turning of the funneling windstorm and circle around back into the eye of the storm.  Yet had that been all the man may still have had a chance at survival in this conflict.  

A windstorm, in truth a localized tornado had formed around the man before his forcefield fully receded having been only a partial success.  And the reason for Kama's grin was a whisper on the wind inside the tornado for the man to hear as he suffocated,  a reedy sounding voice as though the wind itself gave voice to the words he heard.

"I am Kamaiatchi, I am the Wind Made Flesh, the eye of the storm and he who shall steal your last breathe."

The tornado was being held in place localized and spinning it reverse a barrier and a vacuum in one.  A trap and a death sentence for any unlucky enough to so offend Kamaitachi, the Wind Made Flesh.  How long would he last as his oxygen dwindled and while the tornado acted as cage penning him in.  And the green glowing powder receded to the outside of the tornado just in case he tried to make a second forcefield to create even a small chance of an opening.  Of course it would only feed the strength of the tornado in the end, but no need to take extra chances.