(*calmly looks to the left and the right, before crossing the street into the thread* this chance was too good to pass up)
Suddenly, around a second after Houssam yelled, and about half a dozen feet behind Scarab, massive javelins struck the sand, followed by the screech of whatever was stalking her before it dove further under the sand in a violent explosion of fine powder. The javelins were easily the size of a person, and with their arrival, came thundering hooves and equally gigantic voices.
They were distant, but more than powerful enough so that they carried across the desert with ease. A couple dunes away, a group of large mounted figures was seen peaking over it. One was riding a Kaadir, while the others occupied these stocky, rhinoceros-like animals
"You missed it, Drex!" Borzclubb shouted, deftly smacking the mountain ogre next to him in the helmet with the tip of his Kaadir training stick. His Kaadir, a powerful looking all-white breed with icy blue eyes, lazily surveyed the scene before them as they rode. The ogre identified as Drex, who was rather weedy for an eight-foot tall mountain ogre, huffed, the bag of javelins on his back rattling loudly as he adjusted himself on the saddle of his rhinox.
"It was under the sand! Besides, I didn't want to hit the lady" Drex replied, taking up another couple javelins in his meaty fists as he guided his mount with his knees.
"Then why bother throwing!? Now it's been spooked, and it's going to be another day in damn desert!" Borzclubb continued, and the other five ogres riding with them groaned. This was supposed to be a fun thing, hunting the rare Desert Ankheg, but this recent spat of bad luck had made a weekend's hunt into a week-long affair, and everybody involved was slightly peeved.
Regardless, they continued riding. At their pace, they threatened to beat Houssam to Scarab's location.