there goes hawaii - sizing up a crab

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[align=center][div style="text-align:justify;width:55%;font-family:verdana;"]This wouldn't be the first time Kazuhira had caught someone channeling their rage toward some minuscule inconvenience. Well, that was an exaggeration, this was a crab - but he'd lived beachside for a majority of his life, and seeing a crab nip somebody on the behind wasn't particularly new. A loud and aggressive response tended to follow. Yet it seemed this wasn't the case at all, as the prehistoric creature before him was dead set on, apparently, kicking the crab to the sea for merely existing in the same space as himself.

"Uh." Miller isn't stupid, he doesn't think so, but the sight before him is a little perplexing. The sinornithosaurus appeared to be attempting to sweep sand with a broom, and was now threatening the tiny crustacean with a kick to the non-existent head if they snipped their claws any closer. None of it seemed to make sense, but then again, not much about these clans really did. He'd learned not to ask too many questions and keep his head low. "What are you... Doing?" He can't help the slight emphasis on the tail end of his words - frankly, it was difficult to come up with any presumption as to what Blits was attempting to accomplish.