The winds that blew past 5 figures, maybe 6 or 7. The scorching bellowed from the pits of sands, each step akin to medieval leg pressure torture. Instead of wooden boards sewn shut with force and nails, boiling hot grains replaced the pleasure.

"Jac-oh god my foot....Jackson! Did you know this would happen!? Just so you know I'm suing your a#$ later." Melinda screamed over the sandstorm. The 6 of them at a crawling's pace, each step weighing at least 3 cows.

"Oh shut up 'Linda! It's not Jackson's fault the forecast lied!" Said Max, almost stumbling front first to the endless sea of suffering if it wasn't for Aaron catching him. Both their weapons colliding each other, causing both bombs in their holster to activate.

With quick thinking, the duo upfront managed to cancel the fuse of two of the electronic bombs 'The Gift'.

"I didn't know you liked smashing those together Max I'm impressed." Aaron smirked lifting Max to standing while the rest of the crew are still struggling uphill.

"Yeah Max you enjoyed that, didn't ya~?" Rex chimed in teasingly, still not over trying to fix his pistol. Sand simply jamming the cartridge, Dylan behind had the same thought. More than a thousand years of advancements and humans stuck to kinetic weapons?

"For the last time Rex, I'm not a homosexual. I know you saw me with Dylan...