Shock from the incredibly rare events occurring kept Breeze from making any kind of statement, till the sand hit him. The scream escaped his mouth in the universal language of pain.<br/><br/>Placing a hand over the wound, he could see the blood. "Damn it, what the hell is going on?" The sandstorm continued to blow impairing his vision, using the cloth from his shirt he covered his mouth to breath more easily as he tried to calm himself. "Alright, I've been abducted and thrown into . . . I guess a different dimension." Breeze had some knowledge of planes, but only on the elemental planes. "I'm in a battle, and I have to win to leave. Simple enough, if I can find this opponent I'm supposed to fight." Blade in hand, Breeze tucked his wings in against his body to avoid further battering from the wind. Calling out to anyone, in his own language, he begins searching for another person of any kind. The yells are hard to distinguish from the howl of the winds, as his language is a breathy or windy one itself.<br/><br/>((Language spoken - Auran))