From a short distance, Levin again shoots out a short burst of wind in the space of a few seconds - only enough to distract rather than injure, merely summoned to scatter the energy of the spell before it could be fully realized. The wind shoots forth swiftly and...

Hm.

...Odd. That wasn't blocked; it hadn't hit anything at --

"Hah. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice..."

Levin withdraws a thin tome from beneath his robes and flicks it open. It hovers in the air passively as he faces where he believes the real Jace to be.