"So, what do you think, Aron?"
"Still too green, but that is to be expected of ordinary boys and girls thrown into the battlefield."
A bulky man who was at least two meters tall, had his arms crossed over his chest as he watched the battle on the PC screen. His name was Aron, the Fourth Captain of Lazarus. His tanned skin had a healthy glow which proved that he spent more time outdoors than indoors.
His eyes were sharp, but there was a tinge of mischief in them, especially after watching Stephen punch his boys so easily.
Right now, he was in charge of the training and development of "Neo Lazarus". He had stepped back from his former post and allowed his Vice-Captain, Michael, to take over his role to manage the Ranger Team of Lazarus.
"How about your kids?" Xavier asked. "Franky seems to be doing well, but how about the others?"
