Mizrel's eyes widen and her hand suddenly clenched tight in  Jacques's hair as she sees the large black skull walker appear to rise up out of the sand from a<em>far</em>to close of a view. "Fuck! Goddess damn it to the Abyss!" She curses, then yelps when Jacques grabs her and takes off on the horse. She was barely able to keep ahold of her binoculars at the sudden movement.  Hopefully the CA  skull-walker would ignore her obviously different looks for the D-bees down below as the tastier target.