"Well, something simple I imagine. After turning to the light there was little I could do effectively, but.." Kahlil trailed off as he lifted the staff, staring at the weapon intently. He didn't say anything else to Gherron Dragonsflame as he closed his eyes, focusing again the Force around him. As he had been shown long ago he touched upon the Force, whipping up the air around him in the process. It was wild, untamed. Unlike what Kahlil usually did, but that was only because his focus was on two separate ideas.
Slowly he began filling the staff with the Force much has he had just learned to do, this time trying to combine the other skill with it. It was.. A long process. One that had him feeling rather drained by the end of it. The young man was trying to keep the skills going at the same time as if they were two different things, splitting his attention, and his energy. But, he figured it out.
Rather then two, he made them one.
Instead of trying to whip up the wind and force it into the staff he was channeling, he just channeled through the weapon. The rapid wind around him died down as it focused around the staff, visibly whipping around the whole wooden stick as a small, proud smile took over Kahlil's features.