The sand fell back into the desert, a minimal amount of blood lost. In their place, 5 pillars of flesh, merged together, rose. Along their sides were thick rows of quills whittled from bone. One of the pillars wore a skin face, stretched across it. "I do not ask much girl. Simply state why you hunt for Rex. It will be less painful. the quills began firing, making wet thuks each shot. Any missed shots would meet another pillar and be absorbed by it. Only a few were shot before he stopped and waited, passive, for the explanation.
Next to the carrier, some sand rose like a grape vine, pulling itself up the ship. It was stained red, with gray matter dribbled throughout.
OoC @Dotslash edited a bit.