"Oops..." -Alan disdainfully said to himself as he watched the dead warrior get buried under the sand...
"I, err... Guess it wasn't really that responsible to shoot him, after all."
"I should work on my timing..." He said as he effortlessly climbed above of the sand that was flooding the arena...
When the sand had settled down, Alan took a look around the new envirement.
Because of the missing of trees and builders, (and, probebly the fact that he had put himself on top of a sand dune) his suroundings now seemed a lot more surveillable.
As he scanned the horizon, he saw that most, if not all of the folks were still around, the knights included, who seemed to be having trouble with traversing the sand. Alan himself was fine. It wouldn't be the first time he's seen this much sand...
Just like back in Africa! He thought.
Untill he spotted the cheetah.
Something had most scertainly changed with her. She looked as if she was making strange movements, as well as slowly growing larger, and the colour of her pelt seemed to become more "gray-ish".
But suddenly, Alan froze in complete, speachless awe...
Dear god... He muttered, as he became completely frozen, and fixated on the cheetah, out of pure fear...
He had seen, and been trough many unspeakable things troughout the war. But, nothing that he had ever seen could merely rival the horror that the poor old tank was just witnessing as a 75mm anti-tank gun barrel, almost twice the size of the woman, slowly came sliding out from her mouth...