"Rah! Rah! Rah!"
Sandra's screams were almost already harmonizing with Cephalos's shrieks. Both flailing their arms wildly; one to attack, while the other to defend the almost endless barrage of sand lances raining upon it.
And with the rain of lances, came a rain of flesh and blood. The once clean and white beach of Waikiki, now drowned in red as bits and pieces of Cephalos's flesh scattered everywhere; perhaps even almost smoking as their putrid smell clouded the air.
But even with this nasty smell, Sandra's heavy breaths still echoed; it has not even been a couple of minutes since she started her exchange with Cephalos, and yet all her energy had already been drained just trying to keep it from approaching the city.
She once again flailed her arms, throwing another barrage of sand lances towards Cephalos. This time, however, it felt as if her arm multiplied in weight, causing her own body to be dragged down with it.
