[ this circle glows green, and the air shimmers around him as he summons it to life. ]
Howl, O raging wind and cleave mine enemies with your blade! Turbulence!
[ on the last word, he gestures, and a gale-force wind simply comes into existence. it would obviously knock any enemy off his or her feet, but as it is, the grass merely ripples wildly with the force of it. ]