Autharyx is... slightly miffed to find the game does not come as easy to him as it seems to do to Viltez. Where the other darts around the forest floor as if he was born to it, whipping cones back as fast as he can throw them, the dragon-turned-man actually has to pay attention where he's going. He even manages to miss a couple of cones before he is properly tunes in to the whizz of air just before they close in on him. With only two limbs at his disposal he has to work double time to keep up with Viltez' efforts.

All in all it is pretty good training, and not just for the half-breed. In order to both stay on his feet and actually catch something, Autharyx has to trust his body to get him around so he can focus his mind on anticipating the pine cones. It is not something he is accustomed to, but after a few missed catches he eases into it almost automatically. His legs seek out the best path with very little input from his conscious mind, and after a while his natural grace starts to show through in his movements. It's different from being a creature made up mostly from raw power and will, but even in this shape his core remains the same and it shines through in the sinuous movements his limbs make as they whip out to catch a cone and throw it back.

Of course, pride becomes before the fall, and it takes only a small lapse of attention for him to miss a branch half-buried in the fallen leaves. It is still slippery from the night's rain, and he regrets putting his foot down the moment his leg slides out from under him. The regret comes too late to save him, though, and Autharyx falls over with an undignified yelp, cones scattering to the forest floor as he tumbles and slides off the incline he was about to chase Viltez down.