'What kind of bullshit is this?', officer Jeffrey bellowed utterly baffled, while trying to hinder the sand of entering his mouth with his hands. At least, it was the case at the beginning. A sand grain connected with his tongue and disintegrated on it. Officer Jeffrey's eyes shot open. Officer Jeffrey: Wait, this taste! Just like popcorn! Smiling, he opened his mouth and welcomed the buffet, still waiting for an answer for this situation. Of course, he didn't get a reply, but it was worth a try. He viewed the terrible scene and declared, after he had gulped down a kilo sand: 'When I survive this shit, I'll demand a fucking promotion from the higher ups!' With a twisted expression, Drin stared at Officer Jeffrey. Drin: First, you should survive! And even if this shit doesn't kill you, your fat will finish the job one day or you will choke on sand first!
While Officer Jeffrey was still chattering to himself about the topic promotion while enjoying his special snack and Drin observing the sad situation of the sand-eating officer, the last policeman was lying paralyzed on the floor. He shook his head several times as first tears formed. Police officer: I don't want to die,… Drin shifted his gaze to the policeman lying on the floor, but he didn't focus long on the miserable man. He glanced away from the poor man after he had realized that he had started shitting himself.
'Ihh!', Drin let out. He waved with his hand before his nose and decided to focus his sight on the people of the SMO. There was a sandstorm in the room, steadily tearing off the old walls. Surely the SMO had come prepared, but what had they planned? Drin: Just start fighting! Show me what you are made off!Hands rubbing, Drin awaited the coming show.
The two men of the SMO had decided not to take part in this fight as well. And they made it more clear by hiding behind an overturned cupboard. It was strong enough to shelter them from the sandstorm. Not because it could harm them seriously, but because they didn't want to end up like officer Jeffrey, alias the sand eater. Maybe there was an unknown substance in this sand, transforming sane people in sand-craving people. Suddenly, they realized that Drin was staring at them, so the skinny guy asked:
'You got a problem with us?' At first, Drin didn't answer, but just eyed them. After some time, he made up his mind to speak. As he did, his voice turned sharp and deep and a weak grin formed:
'Really interesting! The woman fights and the men hide! Aren't you ashamed of yourself? You put shame on your family name!' The bigger guy spoke, his eyes rolling twice:
'Speak for yourself and your comrades. At least we remained sane and by the way; we don't have a family.' Thereupon, Drin continued in a delighted tone and outstretched hands:
'Lucky them!' He pointed at the two guys. 'They don't have to see their sons in such a sorry state!' The guys hissed and averted their eyes from Drin. They decided to ignore him, but Drin wasn't this easy to shake off. Officer Jeffrey was eating sand; the police officer was shitting himself and Drin was occupied with the other guys. So, while the men were doing their thing, so only shit, the woman had by now confronted the enemy. They locked gaze. The enemy smirked, then uttered:
'Looks like the sandstorm isn't strong enough, considering you are still whole. I thought it would be too much to use my full power on a weak and frail girl like you!' The woman sneered back.
'This frail girl will now show you what she is capable of,!' She cracked her fingers. 'Better be prepared!' For a brief moment, the woman looked at the other people in the room and as expected, they wouldn't be of any help in the coming fight. Yet, the woman didn't seem staggered by what she saw. Woman: Men these days! She directed her focus back to the enemy quickly. Words weren't needed anymore. The woman and the enemy would let their fists speak now. Both struck, fast.