Michael turned to give Tyne a look, unimpressed, "Soldier, if you don't stop that irritating, womanish whining, I will sew your lips shut. Holy balls, but do you ever shut up?" How did Beatrid put up with the kid? All he did was whine and complain. She was rather tempted to send him back into training. It obviously hadn't taken the first time.
To Valeria's question, Michael gave a small shrug, "Honestly, I'm not sure. Reports vary, though most likely something large. And new rule. When Tyne whines, everyone is encouraged and allowed to smack him."
Brushing a lose strand of hair of of her eyes, she scanned the ground, looking for signs of the monsters passing, "There." She pointed to a spot a few feet away, moving closer. There were signs of something large having passed through, though she wasn't a good enough tracker to tell much more than that.