Sal barely had time to finish his sentence before a shard of ice, roughly a foot long, embedded itself in the tree, mere inches from his face. Banru, who had been waiting not far outside the clearing with nothing but a crude cloaking spell hiding his presence, was now standing on the opposite end from Sal, his expression one of rage and, to a lesser extent, concern.
"What do you think you are doing?" He growled harshly, already drawing a shimmering blue symbol in the air with his right hand, his gaze never leaving Sal. "Let go of the girl. Now."
Banru had to commend Sal on his performance. The girl looked thoroughly shaken, and he didn't think it would be too hard to convince her that he was there to help. He chanced a quick glance at her, and upon seeing the small amount of blood from the wounds on her face, forced his eyes back on Sal's face.
That was something that he hadn't expected. He held his ground, the sight of the blood having no outward effect on him. Internally, he was swiftly working to snuff out his more feral reactions. It wouldn't be too difficult--there wasn't that much of it, and he had other things to worry about. That didn't make him any less displeased.