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There's an obvious solution here. One that you prepared mere minutes before arriving here. A plan so simple and so intuitive that everyone can understand why you would pick it over any other.
You're going to throw pocket sand at them.
You can feel Benjamin's gaze piercing right through you. You barely have to turn your head to see he has the exact same idea as you.
"Pocket sand?" "Pocket sand."
"Should've figured that's why you were telling us to grab sand." Max grumbles, knowing deep down that her pant pockets will never be sand free again.
[ALL IN THE MANUAL] "be careful the wind is blowing in quite the unusual direction. perchance take note of that, esquires? for otherwise your attack shall be deflected :("
The wind DOES seem to be a bit wonky. It blows in one direction before abruptly stopping and immediately switching into another direction. It seems to do this randomly too. Odd.
That's going to be a pain in the ass. The sun blazing down on you isn't helping your focus either. You silently toss Benjamin a PEP PILL ZETA before you and Benjamin start sneaking closer and closer to the senior Rangers.
They're too enthralled in their attempt to kill each other to notice either of you. The issue is trying to find the right wind conditions so your sand actually hits them instead of blowing right past them.
Patience is the key here. But you can't dilly dally either. You can already see their faces turning reddish purple due to a lack of oxygen. Damn. They must really hate each other if a cowboy duel was out of the cards.
You're pretty much ready to strike. You check how Benjamin's handling himself and...
Fuck. He's not doing so hot.
His skin is starting to burn and peel under the scorching heat of the sun. Turns out staying inside cold, sterile labs doesn't make your skin all that great at handling the sun. His glasses are getting smudged by droplets of sweat pouring down from his forehead.
"Heh." His skin is patching up thanks to the fibrous labcoat he's wearing replacing damaged skin with fresh, non-sunburned skin. He's not going to take any damage for now but it doesn't negate the other distractions.
The wind shifts again. Shit, it's blowing right away from the cowboys. Throwing sand at this point would just send it flying away, not towards, the cowboys.
Benjamin doesn't notice this however. He's about ready to throw it, wasting your chance, when the pill you gave him kicks in. He hesitates just long enough for the wind to shift into a more favorable direction.
The two Rangers shift closer to the two of you as well. They're completely unaware of what's about to happen.
In a split second, the two of you toss sand right into the eyes of the distracted Rangers.
"AHGH!" "WHAT THE FUCK?!" The two of them are immediately blinded by the stand. They instinctually let go of each other, desperately trying to rub the sand out of their eyes. "YA FUCKING CUNT!" "CHEAP TRICK, EH, YOU FUCKING BASTARD!!!"
They're distracted. Too distracted.
