The moment the first two got under the shade, the sand started to swirl, then they sank, disappearing into the sand. No one dared to step in front again. The attack had happened too fast for any of them to react.
Everyone was scared, who wouldn't be when there was clearly something in the sand.
Everyone turned and looked at Alaric, clearly looking for guidance from him. Alaric looked at the hopeful eyes and sighed; what was he supposed to do when he himself was clueless?
"Do you have an idea?" He turned to Kisha.
She shook her head and said, "I've always gone to dungeons with my cousin but I rarely fight."
"Why?"
"Well, she says I'm too messy."
Alaric found that hard to believe, but he didn't know her well enough to assume the best of her despite having a pleasant experience with her. People act differently in different contexts, he thought to himself.
"Can you all help me brainstorm or we are all going to die here," he said to the shaken crowd.
