With his headache raging badly enough that Jullien could hardly see, he struggled his way toward dry land. He would hopefully know it by feel... and get there before the sand got him stuck again. Trying to do anything else would not be a good idea. It could easily leave him unable to get out once he moved the sand.

The thought pissed him off, which drove him forward even faster. There was no way he would let quicksand be the death of him. Not after all the hits he'd survived. He pulled hard on the belt with one hand as he reached out with the other.