That's A Familiar Dust-Bunny!

Okay... this was still gonna hurt like a bitch. But he didn't care, as long as it meant that they could take down this asshole, he was willing to take the blow from Hokori! Though as soon as it'd hit his reinforced body, he soon felt regret wash over him along with pain, the blunt force trauma hitting his body like a freight train of bricks. But he endured it all... for both their sakes.

And he fell down on the ground, pounded on by the torrent of dust hailing down on them, and as soon as Hokori made the dust settle and part ways, Jack was face-down on the ground, bruised and bleeding from multiple parts of his body, but he managed to slowly tilt his head up to look at Hokori, blood spattered over one of his eyes... and yet he smiled. 'Good job, Hokori.' he could only think, but then saw what happened as Ishaq's form dissipated into sand, and his one good eye widened as he saw him reform right in front of Hokori!





_{"H--... H-Ho-... kori..."} he weakly wheezes out, pulling his right arm up and outward to grab onto the ground, doing his best to literally scrape along the ground to try and reach him, but felt a sharp, razor-thin edge push up on his throat. He felt it press deep against his skin, almost enough to draw blood. But Jack did not care. His attention was solely on Hokori. He was in danger. Hokori was in danger. He had to save him!

_{"H--... Hoko-- kori..."} he wheezes out again, breath hitched as he coughs loudly, dust and blood spattering out on the ground, but he manages to draw one deep breath, as much as his lungs burn from it, and he lets it out--





With both of their attention now undoubtedly drawn to him, he used the last remnants of his breath to speak... whatever came to his mind. He had heard Ishaq refer to himself as Hokori's brother... but he did not want to believe it. He was much too kind to be related to this guy! So with what little consciousness he had left, he'd do his damnedest to make Hokori know--

"H-Hokori! I-I... I dun' care what that fucker tells ya... or if he's yer brother like he claims! I dun' care 'bout any of it! You'll... Y-You'll always be MY HOKORI MUDA! MY LIL' DUSTCLOUD! An' you fuckin' better not make anyone, not even 'im, make ya think otherwise!!! G-Got it?! I-I'll save ya, Hokori! I-I promise I fuckin' will! GOT IT?!?"

The scene that unfolded before him was moving. Touching, even. But it did nothing to Ishaq on the outside as his resolve to take Hokori was ironclad. Inside, however, something softened ever-so-slightly. He couldn't be sure what it was but his opinion of Hokori was shifted. Shifted toward what was anyone's guess. His eyes went from Jack to Hokori. Then he scoffed as his grip loosened completely as he let Hokori fall to his feet.

"You assume the worst will happen. If he does as I say, no harm will befall him and he'll be returned in one piece."

He looked to Jack as he said this, wrenching his hand then jerking his arm over his own chest which made the sand jackal, weapon and all, fade. The sand from it would encircle Hokori instead and restrain him into an upright position. Then more sand would form a sarcophagus and seal in Hokori with a jackal relief on its front with a crook and khopesh in its crossed arms.

"Think me a villain? Not all in the Order are as black and white as the public paint them to be. Your friend Bernard is a prime example. When our dream is realized, all will be made clear."

He raised his arm as both he and the sarcophagus arose into the air via a sand cyclone.

"If you are unsure, find him and speak again. Then you'll see what drives us."

He then opened both palms and the cyclone would grow and grow, eventually covering the general area. When the miniature sandstorm would settle, neither Ishaq or Hokori's prison could be seen. Just a street laden with sand...and an untouched restuarant.