A hominin hiding in the sawdust under a hunting blanket observes the youngsters training in the dunes.
In their midst, a huge fyros in its black armor, honored by the blows, waves its arms and barks at them.
So it was true! Old Varynx is back!
The homine smiles and continues to observe.
He looks great.
She notes that he trains youngsters to survive a kincher attack.
She sees him swinging his heavy axe at the slow-moving students. To her surprise, no deaths, only minor injuries.
Is this him? Ney... I recognize his voice!"
The hominin catches sight of the old fyros, who stops for a moment.
He seems to be looking around for something.
After a few moments, his gaze settled on her as if he could see her...
Time to retire...
In their midst, a huge fyros in its black armor, honored by the blows, waves its arms and barks at them.
So it was true! Old Varynx is back!
The homine smiles and continues to observe.
He looks great.
She notes that he trains youngsters to survive a kincher attack.
She sees him swinging his heavy axe at the slow-moving students. To her surprise, no deaths, only minor injuries.
Is this him? Ney... I recognize his voice!"
The hominin catches sight of the old fyros, who stops for a moment.
He seems to be looking around for something.
After a few moments, his gaze settled on her as if he could see her...
Time to retire...