"If you have any sort of sensory abilities, I'd suggest you use them! We're-" You're cut off from talking as Mordred suddenly pushes you to the side, you tumble to the floor just in time to avoid what looks like a cloud of gray dust that punches through the wall of your home with ease and down through the floor for an unknowable amount of distance. Using iron sand as a deadly projectile?! Monica, damn you!

Part 42