—Snap—
Crisp clapping echoed around the sandpit.
Oubline lowered his hand, his face as chiseled as a carved statue, and pursed his lips as he looked around, "Count off. Demon Hunters, Oubline."
As if a switch named 'voice' had been turned on, the sandpit was occupied by a mix of coughing, the sound of water bottles being opened, and loud breathing.
"Kneil Burn, Demon Slayer."
"True Vision Nightwatch Norbert Harrington."
"Demon Slayer Eriks Brand."
People in the sandpit began to speak one after another, rolling over to the last one. He spat out sand, his voice dry, "Copeland, Senior Investigator."
Hurried footsteps came from above the sandpit, as a figure slid from the top, kicking up a great deal of sand.
"Don't rush; we still have at least three more minutes," Oubline said to the person who burst in unexpectedly. "Sentry, what did you find?"
