[I][U]The Desert Vampire[/U] - The Maximum Security Ward[/I]

Azar watched, shrouded in the shadows by the one of the doorways as some of the most vile criminal offenders known to man briefly began to disperse. Seeing Sarin take the lead toward Sonja, he quickly weighed his options. Hand to hand combat was obviously out. In dealing with psychopathic monsters, such as these, it seemed foolish to attempt further negotiations. Self-sacrifice seemed wholly unnecessary and a distraction would likely only result in madness. So, he decided he'd have to do what he could. Given the slightest chance, Sarin himself could kill them both.

Not seeing a good tactical option, he sheathed his scimitar and unholstered one of his pistols, taking aim. Careful to not put Sonja in the line of fire, he snapped his trigger finger three times, waving his hand after the first shot, which had been aimed for Sarin's skull. With luck, perhaps some of the others would catch a bullet in their bodies. But before anyone would have a chance to crush him like a saltine under a can of soup, he withered himself into a mass of sand.

While he was still standing, a breeze, weaker than usual, spread him across the room, roughly three yards away from the spot he'd been standing, and brushed into a corner like dust on the floor.