"This storm is a bit unusual. The speed with which it arrived is uncanny." Miziren glazed over the 'stinks of boy' part. Did he stink? Miziren swore he showered earlier in the day...maybe it was because she was faunus? She had horns...did that mean she was able to sniff out scents better? It wasn't until Solar pointed out the Deathstalkers that Miziren snapped out of it, bringing his attention back down to remnant.
They were travelling with the storm, which Miziren found to be no mere coincidence. Maybe what they were searching for was also in the storm? Only one way to find out. Maybe he could also see Solar in action. He'd been wondering if she got in merely by her connections, or if her ability to fight was legitimate. "Solar! This isn't the most ideal situation, but those Deathstalkers are coming towards us. If we just sit here, they'll find us eventually. Prepare yourself!"
Miziren began digging into the sand, thanking his luck that these ones were only the size of beowolves. Once he'd made a small alcove in the side of the dune, he stood in defiance of the wind and sand, moving his arms in wide, practiced arcs. It was a slow and powerful motion, one where his fingers never pointed away from anywhere but his center of mass. Once more, there was a dark glow around his body, with little sparkles of light glimmering across the surface of his aura. In a flash of sudden movement, Miziren dug both of his hands into the side of the dune. For a good ten seconds, it didn't appear like he was doing anything, until a faint black mist began to seep out from near the top of the dune.
Miziren had begun to sweat from the exertion, since it wasn't easy to push his semblance that deep into the sands, but hopefully the resultant explosion would be worth it. He wasn't used to working with another person, so he didn't have it in his mind that he should warn Solar about what he was going to do. With one more push, he ignited the smoke in the sand, causing the Deathstalkers that crested the hill to go flying. The sonic boom was thundering, and the top section of the sand dune was gone in a shower of fire and glass. With that accomplished and a handful of small Deathstalkers disabled or disoriented, Mizi quickly moved to grab his staff.