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{ to his credit, ayato is holding out well considering he's a lot more outnumbered than thoma had been. the squirrels have synchronised well, each blast of wind coming harder than the last. he's less quiet by now as each slash comes, huffing and grunting under his breath from the pressure to parry each blast with another wave of water so the wind is torn apart and fizzles into nothing but normal air. }