Location:Seven Peaks — Martial Hall Arena, Command Center, Residential Garden
Date/Time:TC1853.11.21-22 (Days 6-7 of 14)
Taron called the halt at the one-week mark and watched his army fall apart.
Not literally. Not physically. Every one of the three hundred and twelve combat disciples standing in Martial Hall's main arena was technically proficient. Their stances were correct. Their formation drills had improved by measurable increments every day since training began. Eighty of them — a number that exceeded even his private optimism from Day One — had reached a level he'd categorize as combat-ready against conventional threats.
But shadowspawn weren't conventional threats.
"Pair exercises," he said. "Skulker engagement pattern. Groups of two, rotating left."
