Spell; Incantations

"Darkened storm cloud, loose thy blade and run mine enemies through. Arise, resound, and become the gale of destruction! Typhoon Gale!” - What followed was a large, bright purple crescent of pure dark wind, wnveloping Cecil completely to avoid damage and, as the incantation suggested, run his enemies clean through. Spinning like a corkscrew to hit as many enemies as possible, Cecil and his crescent wind charged straight through the air and at the horde of zombies and just about anything he could see, including a few bat's eyes. He ended up at the far end of the graveyard from where he began.

"Cease, so that I may continue.. Bind.” - A small dome appeared over Cecil, looking quite fragile and would indeed break within the next 5 seconds, yet that was just enough time. Taking a stance and filling himself with more magic, he spoke with a more commanding voice than before.

"Spirits who dance upon the wind, grace us with your piercing flash! Lightning Sphere!” - The skies opened up to send down a torrent of lightning bolts within a 50 foot radius of Cecil. it was concentrated and powerful enough to incinerate the very bone, and hopefully prevent the further scatter of in the area. Regardless, Cecil was protected by the amplified Bind dome in response to more of the same Magical element. Ground now smoldering, he observed the destruction...

"Divert thy path, as your presence is unwanted... Break.” - That would counter the magic driving its movement temporarily, as clearly stones aren't supposed to normally move.

"Return to the earth as you were, renewing the cycle of ashes. Wither."

"Halt!” - Purple waves shot out from his body as his falling was completely suspended, as was the atmosphere around him. A temporary cease of every movement, save his lips. He figured repeating a spell twice in one go wouldn't hurt, and he was running out of ideas anyway...

"Darkened storm cloud, loose thy blade and run mine enemies through. Arise, resound, and become the gale of destruction! Typhoon Gale!"