Dylan

Dylan smiled as Justeaze got serious, watching her zip around at high speeds with her wind before closing his eyes. As she sent her wind blades at him, he snapped them open, calculations running through his head at insane speeds, estimating where and when they'd hit through sight, hearing, and touch. The moment they were about to hit, he quickly avoided them by just a hair, chuckling a little at the feel of passing air on his skin.

As she came at him, he didn't move an inch in defense, trusting in his refexes, so he didn't fall for her feint. As she came at him from behind, he turned to take the slash on his arms, then moved to catch her foot by the ankle. 

"I do hear the voice of the wind, and it gives me all the information I need to defeat you." 

Dylan would then pull Justeaze off her feet, swinging her around a couple times befire throwing her in the direction of the track-field, breathing a little hard as he felt the adrenaline pulsing through his veins.