All around Arden was a whirling cyclone of Air, picking up strength and speed with every second. Grimm dropped her with a squeal, trying to scramble away.

Arden didn't fall, though, caught by more Air before she'd dropped more than an inch or so. It set her gently down, on her feet, but she barely noticed. Hell, she barely seemed aware of anything. Her eyes were a bright and shining gold, seeming almost to glow, and her curls streamed out behind her as the windstorm picked up in intensity. The beaded curtain in Marc's office began to swing wildly in the wind, several chairs got knocked over, getting shoved to and fro across the floor. Even the couch began to slowly slide about.

It was like standing in the wake of a building hurricane, the wind catching everything it could in its grasp, swirling around Arden until it was nearly impossible to see her in the mad whirl of wind and debris.