As the last of the insectoids fell to Tuss's blade, the students not far away couldn't help but shudder. They abruptly sprang up from the ground, their bodies tense, ready to make a swift escape if needed.
"Is he still sane?"
"Who knows? Why isn't he moving?"
"Looks like he's staring at something?"
"Probably disgusted by how dirty he is." Ender, who had grown up with Tuss and knew him very much, chimed in.
"Ah, the higher the level, the sharper the sense of smell, got it, got it."
Tuss indeed wore a look of distaste. He discarded his jacket and suddenly dashed off towards the hills.
The others exchanged glances. "Should we follow him?"
"Let's follow. But keep a safe distance."
Tuss's speed only increased, his legs a blur of motion. The students had to resort to their flying vehicles as Tuss was quickly disappearing from their sight.
