Dancing on air is the finest of the dance arts, one that even the almighty Michael Flatley, Lord of the Dance, cannot master. But this fine art is not unknown to the one and only Cyril - a master of ancient dance and ballet, the master of the Winds of Destruction is not one to be trifled with. And now, that childish, bawling baby Lambda wishes to usurp his position? To challenge the great theatrical arts that Cyril commands? Blasphemy! Heresy! The second greatest of the Wisemen is far from a fool, and with the power of the great wind at his side, this pitiful man that challenges the god of dance is sealing his own fate. While Cyril may not be as quick of a dancer, as fast on his feet, as his opponent, what he lacks in speed he makes up for in sheer resilience and longevity - able to dance, cast, and endure for ages, while Lambda tires as easily as an obese sloth. At the height of his dance arts stands the devastating Winds of Destruction, a terrifying dance move that envelopes kilometres upon kilometres of space, difficult to avoid, and powerful enough to rend those without experience at resisting its strength to sunders. While Lambda may possess the lithe reflexes necessary to dodge this all of once, or twice...the fact remains that the dancing master Cyril can keep this up far longer than Lambda can, and when it strikes home, ye olde Greek letter shall know he has met his match.
