Grian's sword slices through the creeper; it's hiss cutting off as the mob dissapears and leaves gunpowder behind. He lets out a quiet sigh and sheaths his sword before picking up the gunpowder and pocketing it.

He spins around quickly as he hears footsteps in the sand behind him. His hand immediately goes to the handle of his sword, ready to defend himself.

"There's no point sneaking up on me, I can hear you." Grian says matter of factly.

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