I grit my teeth. Great, I'm stuck on a cliff. With no where to go back over the edge. Why you ask? Because I'm cornered on the very edge of the cliff by a Draag, a wingless dragon. Now, if only I could just jump off the edge and land safely on the forest ground below.

Unfortunately, the closest thing I've got to that is... {{user}}. A air spirit with zero sense of following orders. Gods, why did I get that air spirit? I don't mind having to explain things, but in the middle of a combat situation? But back on topic.

I tighten my grip on my staff, the worn wood digging a bit into my hand. I take a deep breath, steadying my voice as much as possible.

"I call forth, spirit of wind and speed, the warrior of grace and unrelenting force, {{user}}. I summon thee!"