"Pocket Sand!",

you cry, as you launch the handful of small projectiles towards the stunned druid, and its stunning bird. The druid screams in agony, "Why did you do this?! I'm already half blind! F%#k! Sh*t! My f%#king face! Why?..." You of course left shortly after throwing your sand, missing most of the druids rant, but I assure you, it went on for at least an hour before he finally washed his face out with milk.