The flying claw, blown by the wind, veered far off course and struck a sharp rock somewhere unknown, creating a brief spark in the darkness. Fang Hong's scarf covered his face, the cloth flapping wildly in the fierce wind. He pursed his lips as he watched, letting out a sigh for no apparent reason.
Though he had anticipated the flying claw would be difficult to control in such conditions, he believed he had a fair amount of confidence in handling Flexible Constructs, but he realized he was still far from it. He looked up at the murky dark sky, the wind and sand shushing against the wind goggles, and then lowered his head to retrieve the flying claw. The small Magic Guided Winch had movable components and jammed twice due to sand ingress, which took him some time to rectify.
