Wind Breaker

Fadlir fell the wind colliding into his face as he found himself running with his friends at this point. Floods starting to emerge, although the sidewalk they were on had yet to be filled with water, and creatures.

"I heard sharks and fish started to appear." one of the friends said. "We can't stop now."

The wind howled and whistled loudly, raising the hairs on their skin. They proceeded to raise their feet higher to move quicker, legs being pushed by the water.

The wind soon blew violently.

The group shifted to the right where they held on to a nearby lampost. Behind the group, Fadlir grasped onto the pole of a sign. The wind and the rain fusioned together, as his eyes started to see nothing but water and wind inflicting his face.

He then felt gravity leaving him as he saw he was above the ground, floating. "Fadlir!" one of his friends shouted. The wind pulled him away from the pole, and there he was in the air, being violently pulled by the wind.

He felt a force hitting his head and his back. He turned to see a white surface, almost like a cloud.

"Wait, this is a cloud." he said feeling the smooth surface.

Above him, he saw another cloud, and saw some writing: NIMBLE WAS HERE

I should have figured, Fadlir thought of the name Nimble. But now wasn't the time to question why this is all happening.

He saw an object in the air, and it was flying toward him. The object landed in his arms as he extended them.

Gloves, and a note. "Time your punches against the wind."

Fadlir felt the cloud hovering down, he was going to be put onto the street again. Should he really trust these gloves and the note?

"Guess I have no other choice." he said as he strapped his hands with the gloves. They were dark and surrounding it were rings made out of wind, almost acting like an attribute and accessory at the same time.

A ball of wind came toward him. It seemed like an hardened object, and his punch went through, shattering it like glass.

He grinned.

His feet went through the water at a steady pace, as he began to smack and jab various balls of wind toward him. "1, 2, 3" he counted in whispers as he timed his punches and his direction.

The wind as a whole started to fade away.

He jumped out of the street and onto the sidewalk where the water was less deep. He jogged hsi way to his friends.

"How?" they asked.

"No idea." he said as he looked at his gloves. They soon poofed into thin air by the time he said that. "Guess Nimble's tying up loose ends". He then saw the water, once seemingly deep from knee to chest, starting to slowly decease.

"Correction." he said to himself. "Nimble's trying to end it all." Hopefully.