[center]Baeshri Pass - Caravan Centaurus[/center]

	Blake descended with a hammer swing, intent on crushing the druid without any further thought. Rem lept back, assisted by the wind. It was enough to clear him of the hammer blow but the sheer magnitude blasted the ground sending chunks of earth everywhere and kicking dust into the air. Stray rocks flung through the air and knocked Rem off balance. He landed on his side and rolled onto all fours. He glared up at Blake. At some point he lost his staff but he didn't need it for his magic. The two combatants varied greatly in size and trying to contend with Blake up close without being able to match his strength or his enchanted hammer was reckless. He would have to keep his distance and weather him down. Literally.

	Rem took to a knee and stood back up. A rock had dashed his face during the fall and he was bleeding from a shallow cut but he didn't seem to notice it yet in the heat of the moment. He drew up his arms slowly, clenching his hands as if drawing in some invisible force. The intensity of his expression was palpable as he focused on the magic. As he drew his hands to mid-chest level he thrust them both forward, propelling a wind blast that would break the bones on normal people at Blake and creating a wind tunnel effect as he channeled it to keep Blake pinned.