"Take care, Nena!" Rion said his farewell and darted towards the Redwood Den with Karhun in tow.
They ran through the roads, climbed the rocky mountain and zipped past the trees.
After a few minutes, they reached the periphery of a clearing where Haria was having a spar with eight squad leaders.
They crouched behind a rock and watched her easily take care of eight squad leaders with no effort whatsoever.
Their punches and kicks met nothing but air, and their grapples were countered into slams as she easily threw them around like toys.
The spar didn't look like it was between the experienced warriors of the Dhaevrak tribe; instead, it looked like an adult was bullying a couple of children.
Seeing that training, Rion shivered as the flashbacks of the time when she had trained him began to play in his head.
'She is just a sadist! A brute who likes hurting others!' He shouted inwardly and continued to watch the spar with uttermost focus.
