Can’t a coward become a warrior?

That tough helmet keeps its squishy body safe, while those extendable mouth-claws help it hunt.

Clever-eyed Helmuts pad their helmets with fur shed by other Aniimo, keeping warm enough to venture out even on snowy days without freezing stiff.

A brave Helmut has polished its helmet to a brilliant shine through countless collisions, revealing what it looked like before years of rust took their toll.

Helmut hides when it senses danger. Only a powerful shock wave can knock it out of disguise.

When playing hide-and-seek with its friends, Helmut wraps itself up like a snowball. It usually regrets the idea before long. Snow is cold, after all.

With its armor and sword, the warrior guards the weak ones.

Like an unyielding shield, it stands to protect its fellows.

Helmut was really scared! But that’s why Helmut has to teach those Whelpies a lesson, so we won’t have to be scared all the time!

The Pawney left behind a very powerful sword called the Sword of Bravery. If any Helmut pulls the sword out, they can get the Pawney’s power and defeat the Infergon!

Yeah! One plays the powerful Pawney, one plays the nasty Infergon, and a bunch of puny Helmuts just watch... Oh, that’s us.

Armed with a broken sword and armor, blessed with courage and might, it defends its friends and challenges its foes.

To stay active in snowy weather, they reshape their blades into axes and wrap fur shed by other Aniimo around their joints to keep warm.

Obsessed with challenging powerful foes, it lets every attack it endures polish its armor to a brighter shine, ultimately forging this magnificent golden battle armor.

Prismatic energy awakens the lingering will of the dragon once defeated by this sword, causing its claws and sharp horns to sprout from Pawney’s armor and weapons.

After passing the trial and raising the Sword of Bravery, Helmut inherits the fighting spirit held within the blade and evolves into a warrior.

When Pawney’s body perishes, its helmet remains behind, waiting to protect the next Helmut that finds it.

Claws sprout from its armor, and wings from its helmet. Even after its old nemesis has become nothing more than a lingering remnant, Pawney still battles on.

Then came your lot’s legend—the Pawney showed up. Took on the Infergon right at the peak of the red mountains.

The Twister Peaks often echo with the agonized roars of the Infergon. Only when it is defeated by a Pawney do these roars briefly fall silent. What is the source of the Infergon’s suffering? The loss of a fated rival? The price of being a legend of the Russet Highlands? Perhaps only in the quiet of night, on this secluded island, will this ancient and mysterious tale be told.

Despite its imposing size, it is timid and gentle, always avoiding conflict. Whenever danger approaches, it curls up into a ball, but it always musters the courage to fight when its friends need protection.

They pad their armor with the fur of other Aniimo for warmth and better traction on snow when they curl up.

Shouldering the duty of protecting its clan, its armor has been polished to gold after blocking countless attacks, radiating with the light of courage.

Despite its imposing size, Rookey is surprisingly gentle. Even when pushed around like a marble, it never gets angry.

To avoid being disturbed by Helmut, Rookey tucks itself into a snowball for a nap. Hidden and quiet.

Rookey is the most powerful one! Helmuts have a place to live thanks to Rookey!

Heh... Mute. Shame—you’ll never be one of ’em.

I’m not particularly brave.

This one isn’t fit to be a legend.

That’s why there are so many like me guarding the Helmuts’ home, isn’t it?