Showdown at the Windmills (WIP)

That day, the sky was thickly pink and the sun beat down on her head as if it had been paid to.
That day the air was still and hot. She plowed through it with an unheeded vigor, kicking up ruddy dust and parting the dry silence into a hollow wind sounding in her ears. She hunched over her hovercycle as it sped across the dusty red landscape, weaving over it’s many folds and valleys looking like a crumpled blanket. Until, at the crest of a rocky hill, she spied the white, still spires of the windmills. As she approached, she gritted her teeth in anticipation and sped toward them as the constant whir of her engines crescendoed into a roar.
With a swift turn, she stopped at the top of the hill and dismounted. Above her the white giants stood attentive with blades motionless in the windless ruddy sky. Removing her blue-glass goggles and the bandana previously pulled past her nose, she surveyed her surroundings: She was alone on the hilltop. The sun beat down on her back through her worn suede coat.
“It’s taken you long enough.”
She whipped around. The voice came from a figure who had revealed themselves from behind one of the windmills. She smiled to herself, and could make out from behind their cloak that the figure was smiling back in a crooked smirk. The figure stepped forward, she matched their movements until the two were meeting each others eyes, facing about ten paces apparent.
“You ready?” Said the figure.
“When you are.” She replied. The two turned away from each other. She could see the windmill blades begin to pass lazily through the air.
3... She clutched her lazer pistol buried in it’s holster.

2... A stale wind began to pick up dust.

1!
The sudden sizzle of energy frying air as it  shot and the distinct smell of hot metal and burnt hair hit her in the fraction of the second she took to turn and duck to her knees. She braced herself for the kick-back of her pistol and fired three shots at the figure who stood with their gun still raised. With a fluid jerk the figure sidestepped, narrowly avoiding two of the shots, the third grazed their shoulder under their cloak with a hissing sizzle.




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I must apologize for my inability to finish the first challenge, I swear to you it will some day be finished. But now, this shitty thing will have to suffice.