With all my effort, I won.
When Austin was defeated, his power vanished as well. Nothing was bound to me in the air, I also used up all the wind power to absorb the shower of fireballs and fiery daggers. And as a result, I fell, like a heavy rock which someone threw from somewhere up above, straight to the ground at a high speed.
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