Dace would smile as he looked to the arrows, they were not ordinary and he sensed that as they would arch for him two volleys. And he was reminded of the time he fought in the Elven wars, nothing like an enemy with a bow filling the sky. Well least he would have shade from the sun that beat down on him with harsh rays. He was at peace under pressure and knew that it was time to use this damned enviroment for his protection, knowing rushing the arrow caster would make him revert to run and hide.<br/><br/>Dace would hold time, why would be that he held the ability to rush free from this with speed. But no, he was tired of this, instead, he would smile, His eyes would blaze lightly as the pupils of his wolven nature took on another one. They widened at the ends, making hourglasses, and then those twirled within his eyes. As he exerted the energy he had been drawing and influenced the sand to rise like a tidal wave behind him, the swirl of this massive wave catching the arrows that broke open harmlessly on the suface. The wave came right to Dace as if to bury him, but he pulled a long timber from the ground, and rode the wave in surfing style, something new, so he was unsteady, but gaining on the enemy with the wave in tow.