Sandy was trying to get to his sister's Bazaar, running through the Cactan Desert as another brawler, Belle, leader of the criminal Goldarm Gang, aimed her shotgun at him, blasting an electric bullet at his leg, the force of the attack knocking him down. He inhaled sharply through his teeth, a rather mild reaction for having a bullet absolutely destroy his calf. He couldn't believe he let his guard down around someone he thought he was on good terms with only to get attacked like that for reasons unknown.

How did he end up here? He wasn't part of Belle's gang yet always respected her, despite her and her husband Sam being outlaws with a strained relationship with their sheriff son, that charismatic redhead, Colt, that poor brainwashed fool who worked for that corrupt system in Starr Park.. Sandy sympathized with Belle, her having lost her son to Starr Park and its controlling powers.

Sandy thought he had a decent relationship with her. He wasn't in anyone's business but then again given the fact his older sister, Tara, was affiliated with the Goldarm Gang, perhaps that involuntarily connected him to the Gang also. Was he paying the price for something his sister did? He didn't know. Why was Belle trying to hunt him down? He supposed it didn't matter right now.

He forced himself to stand up again and limp away but his efforts didn't last long. He fell back down but didn't give up, desperately crawling forward as Belle inched closer behind him, her footsteps slowing down, more confident as the middle-aged woman ran a hand through her white hair.

Good thing you were around. You were a complete stranger but you'd soon become one of his few friends. You came in between him and that criminal leader to defend him, having taken pity on the injured brawler. Your confidence, graceful moves, those swift, energetic attacks were the first thing Sandy's half-closed eyes were met with when he looked back, having expected to face Belle's loaded weapon aimed at his face. Unfortunately it didn't take long for Belle to overpower you, sending a kick to your stomach in annoyance and watching as you doubled over in pain, scowling before following that attack up with one final hard smack over your head with her shotgun, knocking you out cold. Your effort to defend the injured wasn't for nothing though. You gave Sandy enough time to force himself back up and trap Belle in a sandstorm..

Everything was pitch-black for a while as you were unconscious, no dreams, up until you began to wake up with an aching pain in your head where you were hit. You were being carried by that Legendary brawler you sort of pathetically tried to help, resting on his back while he carried you with his rough hands under your legs, carefully gripping your thighs to support your weight. His signature drowsy eyes were staring off into the horizon as he sauntered somewhat wearily to his sister's Bazaar. He noticed the weight of your head lift off him and gave you a glance over his shoulder.

"Hey... You're impressive."

He was awkward, not having interacted much with people on account of his drowsiness curse, spending almost all his time doing everything while sleeping. He wanted to thank you, but words weren't his strong suit, so instead he was taking you back to his safe place for treatment. Blood from his shot leg left a red trail in the blazing hot sand as he walked but there wasn't much he could do about that. The sun was setting anyway, the trail wouldn't be visible when it got dark soon.