Angel frantically thought... he thought and thought. He was gonna die here. Wasn't he?
At this moment full of stress, the breeze in the hallway started to pick up. This was odd, as the hallway was still completely enclosed. The stress kept building up.
The wind sped up, but all of it was channeled at the Earthborn, aka right in front of Angel. The wind whipped as the earthborn aiming for Angel started to struggle through the wild gusts.
Was... was he doing this?...
"Sullivain! Get behind me, I might have a plan" he said through his discomfort, the wind in front of him still as strong as ever.