Walter had never heard of a sandstorm before, let alone seen or experienced one. He couldn't hide his surprise as the sand whipped up and fanned out. He ducked his head, shielding his eyes but refusing to step back from the battle.

Assumption had also never battled in the midst of Sandstorm before. He tried to back away but the moment Chimera latched onto his bone, he began to struggle, trying to free his precious club.

"Headbutt!" Walter shouted, the wind of the storm threatening to mute his normally soft volume. Assumption snarled, lowering tot he ground before launching himself at Chimera's head, hoping to use the attack to free his club.