Tyler noticed the light reflecting off of something far off. He started to move just in time, a small cloud of sand popped up next to his leg introducing a large amount of sand to the cut there. Cut!?
The projectile had given a decent scratch, and burned off a bit of his suit. He grunted in pain and fell over, giving the appearance of a direct hit. Thinking quickly, he lay still in the sand, hoping to appear dead to any hostiles. Hope I don't need medical care. This desert world isn't exactly known for that kind of thing.