Peeking around a large rock he saw three members of his clan. They walked slowly down the path searching for a place to make camp. Kaz snuck behind the rocks until he was near the rear of their line. Wind picked up around his heels and he dashed out. His hand grasped the clansman's back and yanked him away to the other side of the cliffs. A small scream left his lips for one note before his song was silenced.
"Hell!" One of the remaining members whirled around. Wide-eyed and hunched over, he stared at the cliffs. The second one stood behind him getting his hands ready to cast a spell.
"Come..." The first one began to speak but was stopped as a flurry of wind and dirt kicked up around them. Kaz darted out from the rocks and sent the second clansmen tumbling to he cliff wall with a burst of wind. The following wind blade smashed him against it and all air left his body.
Only one remained. Their spells clashes but Kaz's overpower him. He walked towards the man with an expressionless far and summoned a torrent of wind upon him. Slashing his body until there was no more movement.The wind clan will find no solace. You took them from me and then you hurt her. He still fight the same anger towards them that he did when they first appeared and harmed LeeAnn.
He disposed of them down the cliff side as a merchant stood frozen on the path. Kaz made eye contact with him as he stopped the last body to the depths. Without a word he leaped into the cliffs above and ran off. His Griffin flying over head.
The merchant rushed to town and began telling stories about a man who could control the wind that hunted the cliffs with a Griffin. Over the next few days Kaz continued his hunt for the clan and stopped any bandits that attacked civilians. Only he showed no mercy, leaving nothing behind.
Days later he sat in the cave that became his home. A small fire in the back. On the fire was the remains of a fresh kill, cooking in the heat. There was a comfort in the fire, one that reminded him of something he once had.
He sat with his hair untamed and down his back. The uniform he wore now was a far cry from how easy going his gi made him appear. He only thought about the hunt and getting stronger. He had to stop them now. Not just for his own revenge but because they hurt LeeAnn. He had to make sure she was safe. He hadn't seen what happened to her that day. Part of him feared they took her life. Everyday that passed those feelings became duller as the spirit of the tiger stripped away what made him human.
If any would enter the cold breeze of wind coming from the cave. Inside to the left was the Griffin. It's gaze would be as cold as the wind that blew. To the right would be the almost real figure of a spiritual tiger sitting next to Kaz. The wind mage's back half facing the entrance. The Griffin was on guard and would alert if anyone entered.