Smarmy, pen-twiddling

Smarmy

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A line of heads sprouted from the sand. The tumbleweed of voices rolled over to each, terse whispers and frantic clambering. The sand twisted and coiled, fickle to the wind. The armoured cap was thrust in quickly, heated under the desert sun, beating down their pails skin. One quivered, two fidgeted, three looked forlorn. The silence froze them all, achy joints imitating statues. Crossbows were raised, placed upon a mound. The sandbags were placed in preparation.

The sand whistled. Unnatural. The air curled around an invisible leg. Steel in sand, a scratching could be heard. A bark of commands was sprung. Twang, and a roar. Terrified visages made upon the faces of two, the

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