GRIEVING WARRIORSTraining arena, Ma’asai village
Bastian was unleashing his anger in the training arena at the Ma’asai village, fighting Magnus, the tallest and largest of all Ma’asai.
“Bastian, my friend,” big Magnus said as he used his shield to protect his body against Bastian’s attacks, “you’re taking the training too seriously today. I’m starting to think you actually want me to lose my head. I give you my word; I didn’t date your girlfriend . . . this week.” Magnus laughed, his eyes pointing to Sky, who was approaching the arena. Magnus was breathing heavily and struggling to keep up with a determined Bastian, who, for a change, had no smile or jokes to retaliate with. Bastian saw Sky and stopped the onslaught.
“Yes, perhaps we should call it a night,” he said, patting Magnus on t
