Ian disappeared as soon as the tornado struck the room. He felt the winds buffet the room and his natural instinct kicked in.
Something about the wind—and the unnatural force that created it—seemed all too familiar to Ian. Like any other stray inclination from his past, he couldn’t hope to place the feeling’s origins. He just knew it was something he felt he should know.
The cyclone ripped through the room and Ian realized the damage it done must have killed the devices that inhibited his powers here. He would need them. He needed to survive. He needed to escape.