Baeshri Pass - Caravan Centaurus
The counter was brazen and aggressive. Blake flew right over the spikes meant to kill him, expending magical energy to keep in the fight. The brigand leader's uncanny burst of energy put Rem in a poor position to escape. Rem took a step back, not realizing until it was too late that there was no time to get out of the way. He threw his left arm up, hurdling a cyclone of wind around him to shield himself. Blake's hammer bit into the whirlwind, almost getting brushed to the side from the circular motion. It wasn't quite enough to keep the marauder back, however. The wind slapped into him as he entered and disrupted it. Blake's hammer smacked into Rem's arm with a sick, wet slap, stopping just short of his goal but landing a hit nonetheless.
Rem cried out in surprise and stumbled back, holding his broken arm. It was purple all across his forearm and bent at a grotesque angle. That surprise was turned to anger in place of any other emotion. The druid let out what could only be described as a growl, bearing his teeth and fierce eyes. He flung his good arm up, casting dust from the ground into Blake's face and moving back. His calm demeanor was shattered. "Captain, take your allies and find my companion!" Rem shouted out to the caravan survivors. He shifted his hand, gesturing more of the dust from around into the air and keeping the cover up as he moved again to keep Blake from striking him based only on his voice. "If you don't, you will die!"