The sand around D rose into a whirlwind, sand blocking his vision. He
threw his left hand infront of his face to protect his eyes. The sand
creature's face exploded from the whirlwird and dove down to devour D,
fanged maw wide open.
The vampire hunter jumped up into the gapping mouth, sword thrust out before him. He felt the sword sink into the creature's throat as if it was flesh. The creature screamed as its jaws clenched shut, surrounding D in a shifting cavern of sand and wind.
D pushed with all of might, causing that long sword of his to sink to the hilt. The creature's screams could be heard and felt as sand rushed up from it's throat. D pulled backwards on the sword to move it above his head into the creature's brain. It sliced through what felt like a skull and then sunk into the softer part of the brain.
The creature screamed one last time, sand hitting D right in the face. The creature then exploded, sending the sand holding D into the air all around him. He fell to the ground, on his knees and hands. Sand fell like a steady rain around him till he was soon buried up to his chest.
D pulled himself to his knees, freeing his hands. He lanced the sword into the mound of sand around him as he held on to it, leaning against it, breathing heavily. Lefthand started to cough in fits causing D's whole left arm to shake.
"Damn it D," Lefthand shouted as all the sand was gone from his tiny mouth. "Now we're stuck in the desert, in the middle of the day, and you just wasted all of your energy! How are you going to resist your old friend Heat Syndrome now?" He grunted.
D looked up to watch the sink holes before him slowly close. He then heard neighing as the head of his horse, then the forelegs, and then the rest climbed out from a closing sinkhole. The horse pulled itself all the way free and trotted over to D's side.
He reached up for the horse's reins to pull himself up but his body was too weak. It didn't want to move. D closed his eyes and concentrated, forcing himself to grab the reins and pull himself from the sand. Soon he was standing next to the horse, sand almost dripping off of him.
He shakily sheathed his sword and mounted the horse, those hands gripping the reins so tight, Lefthand had no chance to talk. He turned the horse around to face their previous direction of travel and with a quiet shout, spurred the horse forward with his knees.
The vampire hunter jumped up into the gapping mouth, sword thrust out before him. He felt the sword sink into the creature's throat as if it was flesh. The creature screamed as its jaws clenched shut, surrounding D in a shifting cavern of sand and wind.
D pushed with all of might, causing that long sword of his to sink to the hilt. The creature's screams could be heard and felt as sand rushed up from it's throat. D pulled backwards on the sword to move it above his head into the creature's brain. It sliced through what felt like a skull and then sunk into the softer part of the brain.
The creature screamed one last time, sand hitting D right in the face. The creature then exploded, sending the sand holding D into the air all around him. He fell to the ground, on his knees and hands. Sand fell like a steady rain around him till he was soon buried up to his chest.
D pulled himself to his knees, freeing his hands. He lanced the sword into the mound of sand around him as he held on to it, leaning against it, breathing heavily. Lefthand started to cough in fits causing D's whole left arm to shake.
"Damn it D," Lefthand shouted as all the sand was gone from his tiny mouth. "Now we're stuck in the desert, in the middle of the day, and you just wasted all of your energy! How are you going to resist your old friend Heat Syndrome now?" He grunted.
D looked up to watch the sink holes before him slowly close. He then heard neighing as the head of his horse, then the forelegs, and then the rest climbed out from a closing sinkhole. The horse pulled itself all the way free and trotted over to D's side.
He reached up for the horse's reins to pull himself up but his body was too weak. It didn't want to move. D closed his eyes and concentrated, forcing himself to grab the reins and pull himself from the sand. Soon he was standing next to the horse, sand almost dripping off of him.
He shakily sheathed his sword and mounted the horse, those hands gripping the reins so tight, Lefthand had no chance to talk. He turned the horse around to face their previous direction of travel and with a quiet shout, spurred the horse forward with his knees.