"Yeah, but d'you sleep on a bed of bullets? Hold up - "

Flint instinctively looked towards where Floyd was firing.

"You tryin' to attract more of these things?!"

Jeeze, did this guy like fighting or what? Flint was starting to feel like this night would never end. He spreads out some tentacles all over the place while he can, to go over the ground and pick up all the bits of sand he lost in the previous fights. Normally he wouldn't bother, but he had a feeling he'd need all the sand he could get.