A change in approach came to how he moved as he didn't step forward, yet he moved all the same, sliding across the sand without lifting a foot. It was a perplexing sight to both his comrade and enemy, though it became clear: beneath the sand, chains rose, curving up-and-down, twisting side-to-side, bolting forward as their master rode upon their steel form.
"Woah!" Gaston reacted, witnessing the unorthodox method of moving, though repeated the same shock as he found chains rising beneath him as well, forming a trail for him.
Within moments, an entire forest of steel links overshadows the beach, constantly moving and rearranging itself as Bastian slid across the bindings, propelled by flames at his boots.
Altair sprinted across the sands, looking up at the ecosystem of metal with a look of frank disgust, flipping around swiftly as chains whipped up from the sands at every angle.
