Fifty Six

Solomon wasn’t speaking to Bird. Her habit of dancing around lines that he tended to draw in the sand had finally pissed him off to the point of radio silence. Roxy had informed them that the daily physics symposiums were canceled. Fyndraxis was not overly upset about this, but he would have liked to have some time with Solomon every once in a while.
Solomon was also correct about the cannibals in a way. While they had chosen to leave the G alone for the time being, they were taking their wounded pride out on the rest of the valley. A number of local leaders had come to Solomon asking for his help in eliminating the threat only to be met with dismissals.
Bird had decided to finish what she started. While she wouldn’t admit what she had done was a very rash act, and she would like to not have the most powerful man in the valley pissed at her for the rest of his life, that was pretty much the case. She wanted to hunt down and kill every cannibal she could find. Once this was done, peace would be restored to the valley.
Fyndraxis generally agreed with this. There were a couple of issues that he could think of off of the top of his head though. There was no way to know how many cannibals there were, and the radiation armor they theoretically had was not only untested but also wandering around the woods somewhere gathering materials to make itself a reality.
Bird had no formal training with a sword. He had given her some pointers at her cabin when they had first met, but there had been no rock anthem montage where she comes out the other side a sword expert. Of course, he could pull off a montage of sorts. Since she could come and visit him in the sword, he could give her lessons. Hell, they could spend a couple of months traipsing around his realm getting tough. He had done it before.
Oddly enough, her mycelial powers kind of made the sword part irrelevant, but he figured she should have some training just in case. You can’t go into battle with a nuclear sword and just not use it.