Forged Destiny [Book 6: Ch. 3]

The early part of the sandstorm caught us before we could make it.

The clouds that had been kicked up before paled in comparison to what we faced now, where great gusts of wind would cause explosions on sand dunes, kicking up waves that crashed down on us, more than once driving me to the sand. It was like a cross between the ocean and the avalanches we'd faced in Atlas. To stay laid down for even a second was to invite being buried.

"Jaune!" Ren shouted.

"I-I'm fine," I gasped, pressing my hands down. I'd fallen for barely three seconds but already I had to drag myself out from under the sand, shaking my legs free. Another powerful blast of wind ruffled my clothes but did far worse to the sand, throwing it up like a solid wall in front of me. With one arm over my face, I trudged through, toward the sound of Ren's voice.

He caught my arm and tugged me back to the group. Everyone was hunched, most with their arms up to shield their faces. The wind came from behind, which at least meant we weren't fighting it with every step, but that only made it worse. Instead of sand being thrown at us, it struck us in the back without warning, and it was that which could unbalance a person. It also didn't stop the dust fluttering back into our faces, though to my relief the veils we'd been given held.

—Forged Destiny [Book 6: Ch. 3]