[There's another bright grin as he nods, waiting for the right moment. And then there comes the perfect question: "What can you do? Are you magical?" There isn't a verbal reply but John nods and holds up his hand. With that, there's a sudden burst of air and a miniature tornado forms around himself and Flynn, pushing the Palai back to give them breathing room and possibly sending some of them back several feet? Whoops.]
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Now might be a good time to go.