Grip on the Sand

My optics clicked online. Bright sky, crashing waves, warm air. I gave my right blaster arm an experimental twitch, and the barrel actually raised! Haha, perfect. With a quick thrust, I jabbed the muzzle straight down into the pale sand, dragging a fierce, crooked trench right beside my feet. Fine grains sprayed across my legs. Every motor is responsive, loaded, and ready for whatever dares wander into my sight.