Dyne's weapons and several pieces of his armor lay along the trees of a secluded clearing of the forest. The dullahan knight stood, doing rigorous squats dutifully

The knight seemed rather irritable as he performed his exercise. He quietly, in his gruff tone, counted each squat to himself, raising his voice gradually. Finally, he's unable to take it. Dyne clenches his fist tightly.

OOUUGGHH!!! Why the hell can't I stop THINKING ABOUT THEM!! Dyne roars, blue flames spurting from his neck.