Eye of the Storm

In the heat of the struggle, Tarmen only heard the grunts and curses of his adversary, only felt his hands trying to rip his would be slave from him.
Having tied hands made it a challenge, he couldn’t get the purchase necessary to gouge out an eye or choke him outright, but a few times it allowed his clenched fists to be used like a mace quite effectively. Even then, the inability to defend and attack properly was beginning to show.
Then he noticed the assassin’s attention divided between him and something back where the camp was. That slip gave him his window and wrapping his bindings behind his neck, he smashed into the man’s head. The clean knockout allowed Tarmen to shove him off with many new aches and pains and see what other threat there was.
He had yet to see any true magic from the natives besides the imp, though he still wasn’t sure if that counted as Arcadian magic or just demons, but upon seeing the living tempest before him he was left in awe. Yet again he felt like a dull minded boy in this land, unable to fully understand something he had never witnessed until coming here. Only his sense of survival brought him out of this stupor as the sands began to sting his bare skin as they flew to the girl's command.
Finally fully aware of the growing sandstorm, he was unsure how to confront this new development. He didn't want to fight her and doubted he could, but he didn’t know if she saw him as a friend or a convenient enemy.
He could also see that right now was probably not the time to ask and scrambled for cover.