Amy
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*A man was traversing these dangerous and hot lands, skillfully maneuvering between the quicksand, as it soon becomes obvious that he knows the desert well. However, even so, he uses his staff to check his surroundings. You can never be too careful, can you?*

*The man seems to be dressed as what we, in real life, would expect an ancient Egyptian aristocrat, or even royal, look like. A black sleeveless shirt, a dress-like something (I do not possess the ability to explain what it is or looks like), and quite a bit of gold jewelry, that didn't seem to convey the heat of the sun... Or perhaps it was just reflecting enough light to not heat up to a dangerous level.*

*His staff looked like a shepherd's staff, but a very notable thing was the ankh pendant on his chest. It hid a secret blade... But why did he need that? And how was he so versed in the desert ways? The answer will be provided shortly... Over the span of a few or many messages.*

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Adam
*Habin had always been quite nomadic. He jumped from place to place just rolling along, and had experienced many different climates and enviorments. 

Due to this, he had developed an idea that medium to heavy armor was the best type as it gave a higher chance of survival against the many dangers of each enviorment.

At the moment however, this advantage had become the bane of his existence. As the suns rays shone down on his metal armor, it became super heated causing Habin himself to heat up exponentially. 

He slowly and sluggishly made his way through the desert, unaware of the impending doom that is quick sand, due to him being affected by the heat.*
Amy
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*The human did not possess any armor, since he considered agility to be the best defense. However, the bright light and heat waves made it hard to distinguish things at a distance, so the man could barely make out a person out there... Which, most likely, wasn't a human.*

*The man put his hand to his eyes, as to block out most of the sun, and surely enough, there seemed to be something shining... Something like a suit of armor. And even if he WAS an assassin, he didn't like when people died near him... At least if they weren't killed by his hands.*

*And the quicksand were definitely not his hands. So, he decided to spare whoever was there the hassle of falling into one of these pits, and maneuver his way as quick as possible to the person... Hoping that he wouldn't arrive too late.*

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Adam
*Habin's eyes were lazer-focused on the ground as he found himself unable to look up at anything due to the blazing sun. His feet kept dragging along, kicking sand all over the place as he pulled them through the sand.*

*He felt himself kicking more and more sand, feeling it at his thigh. With that, his eyes suddenly snapped awake. The quick sand pit was large and deep and the more he moved the more he seemed to sink in.*

"HOLY SHIT, WHAT IN THE NAME OF THE FUCKING EARTH"

*Habin screamed for help while he sunk deeper and deeper, trying to think of a spell that could get him out of this situation. However, the panic that comes with being legitimately buried alive had left his knowledge of spells non-existent.*
Amy
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*It seemed that the human was too slow. I doubt that Sonic would've made it over these pits, though. Probably would sink and die midway. Overrated hedgehog.*

-Stay where you are! Don't move!-

*The man could now see the person more clearly. He didn't look as bizarre as others he had met, but still wasn't exactly human... Were there even any humans in this world apart from himself?*

*Deciding that it would be quicker to rely on luck, the man began to run through, sometimes sinking a bit into a pit, before regaining his footing. Soon enough, he was next to the pit that the armored guy was sinking into.*

-Don't move. I'll try to get you out. Moving will make it worse.-

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Adam
*Habin, panicked at this very moment, was not prone to kindness and understanding, and his response became aggressive in tone.*

"WELL NO SHIT!"

*Due to Habin's shouting, a small little butterfly dragon had seemingly awoken, flapping its monarch butterfly wings and flying out of the backpack Habin was carrying. The little dragon rubbed its eyes and had a big yawn, smacking its lips some with its eyes half-closed.*

*As it looked down, however, its eyes snapped open and it started flying around in a panic as she watched her owner sink into the ground.*

*Seeing this, and not wanting his pet to panic, he attempted to calm her down.*

"Souei, it's alright, this man is helping me. I'll get out, kay?"

*Speaking of said man, Habin didn't much worry about who he was or what race he happened to be because even if this man were human, sinking into the pit outweighed that. Of course, him being human is impossible, right?*

*Habin extended his hand and tried to somewhat wrap his hand around the staff before grabbing it. Souei landed on his head, anticipating the pull from the kind stranger.*

"Alright I'm ready."

*His hand slightly tightened in anticipation.*