Aw, crap. There was no point in him shooting off any more attacks until the sandstorm died down - or at the very least, he'd need to focus. To not hit the sand when he was firing. For the moment, he was just striking at whatever came within knife range, hoping for the best: when he could actually see worth a damn, he started aiming off more targeted blasts, aiming for head-level to try and stop them splashing up any more sand.

First day in the coat and it was already covered in mud. Ah, hell.