Some girl ran up, Abby, Ben remembered, and joined their little cluster. He stretched his legs out over the sand with no regard for the cleanliness of his pants. The sand was warm underneath him as he pulled his knees up to rest his arms on. Suddenly things were quiet and he'd finally found his breathe, at long last. He, along with Abby, saw Sonya up on the rock, red hair like a lighthouse's flare. In the distance, he heard crashing and general chaos. Suddenly, Naoto emerged, flying through the sky, and landed face first in the sand, not twenty meters away.
Benjamin recoiled hard in surprise. How did he survive that? How did he get sent flying in the first place? And why didn't he look hurt? Why was Benjamin still even here!? What ungodly force was at play here? He did a quick cross over his torso and head, instinctively, as he watched Naoto dash off to fight Sonya. He'd only just met that woman but she was dangerous. Not someone to piss. "This is a dream, yeah? You're all figments if my imagination? How else do you possibly explain that?" That boy should be dead four time over, and yet he was pulling off the most amazing stunts and tricks. Sonya had never truly answered a question. Just caused more and more.