Scar hardly had a moment to question why the girl seemed to be attacking thin air. A sudden, sharp gust smacked him square in the chest, knocking the wind out of him before he knew what was going on. His back hit the wall behind him, and his sword clattered to the ground. He wasn't used to having to hold something while he fought.

"The hell-?!" He looked frantically to the boys, making sure that they were all right.