Snippet #769230

"Oh for goodness sake..." Tyro rose from the sofa and collected his weapons. With one in each hand, he exited swiftly and without argument, saying only "Back in two secs!" like he was going to tell the dog off for howling. So, now outside, he clenched the fake keyblade his teeth by its chain while passing his hand through air that seemed to thicken into wisps of black ribbon. Ebony strings that knitted together to create what looked like a guitar with a long neck. Playing was difficult with the extra weapon dangling from his jaws but he still managed to get through a particular melody that provoked the air around Tyro. It began to scream, smash its fists through anything it could and pull on anything it caught in its tantrum. It swirled into a whirlwind in front of Tyro that he happily got inside before the cyclone collapses on itself, vanishing with Tyro inside.

But...it wasn't an exact science...More of a general riding of the wind until you reached where you wanted. It was usually the cause of Tyro's bruises...

A new one was born as he cascaded through a few dead pipes. They all clattered to the floor.
"AHHH!" He arched his back, putting a hand to his back where he'd landed and bent the piping. "Ahhh, I'll take it out on the guy I'm here to stop playing with the computers..."