[b]Preacher[/b]:

[i]{Sense of the Sand.}[/i]

For a brief moment, the tenseness in Preachers body laxed just ever so slightly. It seemed the girl was seeing reason in his words and he was close to nodding as she began to speak out [i]but[/i] there was cause to still be slightly concerned, which is what saved Preacher, along with one other thing. Said thing was, well, truth be told? Looking right at the woman, her attack could not actually be without warning. Nineteen or so feet made this so along with being in clear view, and the minute Anvi moved her wrist, Preacher suddenly twitched and took a bracing posture. The sand which had been floating about lazily around Anvis vicinity then shot forward and without needed to think, Preacher suddenly turned towards lunged over the bar top with a thump, flinching as he landed shoulder first on the opposite side of said bar top, a grim look forming on his face as he heard the inevitable crash of super powered sand smash through the wall that was previously behind him.

One arm pinned beneath him as a result of this evasion, his free arm quickly reached behind him, twisting in a practiced fashioned and did two things. The first was dig into the leather pouch on his right hip, draw forth what looked like a pure steel made sharp tipped bullet, pushed in the backside and tossed it in Anvis general direction. It didnt need to be completely in front or around her, for a second or two after it was tossed, it'd blow up and unleash a potent small wave of force and a decent amount of shrapnel. Simple but versatile was the aptly named [i]Grenade Round[/i] and though Preacher wasn't expecting full success (or death, not that he wanted to kill Anvi or anything) it was a good started to what our Preacher fellow found would be quite the sudden chaotic time to come.

The second action after this toss was as simple as it was quick. A reach for his rifle fallowed by a light click. The metal piece around the trigger point had been shifted and locked into place to hold said trigger down. It'd take a bit, but with that bit in place the beam rifle would begin charging its battery pack for potent beam use in the near future.

Lastly and hopefully unseen, inner energies began forming and working over Preachers body. From the depths of his face (and partially obscured by his facial hair) red veins began sprouting and growing as seconds pass, a byproduct of potent Psionic energies being willing to spring to life as Preacher began to evenly push himself from off the ground to roll a bit, then 'sit' on one knee and foot. Simple was as simple does, or so the saying goes.