The Crane stomped her foot down, hand pointed out and fingers extended to guide the gout of flame. It corkscrewed down around her arm, taking the vague shape of a dragon as it did so.
The column of wind hit her just a moment before the fire was unleashed, knocking her hand high and sending the flame dragon bursting off into the sky several feet above the Centipede's head. Her entire left side ached from the impact and the wind, it seemed, had literally been blown out of her.
The Crane gave a polite nod, trying to catch her breath.
OOC - Rolls:Taryu-jiai Strike vs. TN20 - 14 (Miss)