After a long, hard journey, they are faced with a sudden goodbye of a friend. Because it's so sudden, Polnareff can't control his emotions. He starts brandishing his sword toward the unseen enemy with very little success.
He's on a path like a cyclone...
...مثل الإعصار
Wie ein Tornado …
Es como un remolino...
Es como un remolino...
Il se rapproche de moi 
en décrivant une spirale !
Tracciando una spirale...
Como se ele fosse um ciclone,