With the sand storm, Pyla's captors couldn't make it very far either, and they managed to hole up in a very small cave.
The sand storm was harsh, and even with the cover of the cave, the harsh, biting sand still swirled inside the cave.
"Fuck, did you kill her when you hit her? I said 'shut her up' not 'kill on sight', you bastard!"
The leader anxiously leaned Pyla against the cave wall, inspecting the wound on her forehead and checking her pulse.
"If she's dead there's going to be hell to pay."
The offending guy, bearded and very muscular, angrily leaned against the wall, folding his arms.
"Well next time be more specific!"
The leader angrily drew a wicked looking dagger, forgetting about Pyla and lunging at the bearded guy, putting his dagger to the guys throat.
"You backtalk me one more damn time and I'll throw you outside!"
The bearded guy merely held up his hands placatingly, and the leader, after a tense moment, let him go.
Pyla groaned, anxiously leaning up and after a second opened her eyes.
She didn't even waste a second.
"You bastards release me! You have no idea who you're messing with!" And she affixed the leader with an angry, icy glare.