Karamir was still scratching his head with his gun as Borovin approached him. They were dangerous, they had that look in their eyes, said Borovin. They did not have an inch of remorse in them, he said. Karamir kept his gun down, he agreed to what Borovin said. I think there must be people of our kind here, said Karamir. Borovin asked him, how did he come to that conclusion? They thought I was from here, around these parts, replied Karamir. This planet is too big in size, how do you expect us to find them? asked Borovin. I have an idea! said Karamir.
Thronir was arming himself an army of dwarves. Many were not interested and there were only a few takers. He was a bit disappointed with that, but he did not show it out. His face still spoke of optimism. There were a few younger dwarves who were very energetic and keen to put up a fight against the Hylin. They followed Thornir around wherever he went, and he too found it a bit annoying. Again, he kept it to himself. He did however notice a young man who was silent and determined. And Thronir looked at his eyes, they were different. He saw the young dwarf uncomfortable with the stare of the much senior Thronir. So he immediately looked away. They walked to the training field, in the corner of the caves. Thronir started the practice with the few adults and the children. The adults were dealt with severity and the children were given a far luxurious treatment. However the child with the different eyes took his training far too seriously. His swords came far too close to the chest of Thronir and almost hit his eyes in one instance. That is enough! said Thronir. The teenager did not completely back off. He still carried the rage of a wounded animal. He cliched his teeth in anger as he leapt around like a wild beast. Circling Thronir with his sword pointing towards the dwarf. Thronir was impressed yet concerned about the boys behavior. He watched the teenagers movement with impeccable focus. A momentary lapse in concentration would severely wound him and a possibly kill the teenager. Thronir had developed a self defense that kills without hesitation. It was a self defense mechanism that was developed after years of practice. So there he was, with his eyes locked with the yellow eyes of the wounded animal. They fell into a trance, as the eyes danced along with the swords. The rest of their bodies were hidden. It was the dark arts themselves. The rest of the dwarves who stood there where worried about what was happening. Thronir was adept at copying the opponents dark arts. Not necessarily all the time, but his time he was able to match step for step with his opponent. The pair of yellow purple eyes danced and swirled with the yellow volcanic eyes. Their swords started to disappear and only the eyes remained in the darkness. Their eyes now became sharp as the swords themselves and stared themselves to a duel.
"That is enough" said a females voice. It was the mother of the teenager. Reality retuned. Good day to you. said Thronir to the mother and walked away. Good day! she said in a surprised tone. She walked away with the boy hurriedly!