[There is something unnervingly familiar about the way the man slings around the obstacle course on the training grounds. So familiar that it makes Bayek notice, pause and search his memory in suspicion they might have met before. His scrutiny brings nothing, yet the feeling is strong enough that it's difficult to just brush it off as coincidence. The way the man moves, the way he handles weapons. There's enough in it that Bayek recognizes, that makes it eerie he cannot recognize the man. So he chooses not to approach just yet, but observe a few moments more in hope something will spur his memory.]
training ground
The way the man moves, the way he handles weapons. There's enough in it that Bayek recognizes, that makes it eerie he cannot recognize the man.
So he chooses not to approach just yet, but observe a few moments more in hope something will spur his memory.]