Though, Bedlam was facing his opponent, knowing exactly where Dale was somehow. Even though the sand was thick and near impossible to see further than a foot in any direction, Dale would see a shield made of red light illuminate a little bit of the surrounding area as his fist rammed into it. The hard light cracked from the punch, but remained unbroken. "The hell? You don't feel the movemnts of air, do you? Ugh! Your uniqueness is killing me."