From stone bleachers carrying the scent of soil freshly hardened by mana, Teacher Maxwell and the hundreds of students watched Desmond's noisy charge with a slow, emphatic headshake.
"A prime example of what you should never do on a battlefield." Though Maxwell sighed, his voice cut through the plain.
"Now, that's what you should do." He pointed at the opposing team, who glided like shadows from two different sides. Skintight barriers pulsed around them, muffling their mana and refracting light away. Just as he had taught them.
"In a real strike against a fortified outpost, they'll have detecting devices, patrols, watchmen manning the walls. Surprise, trained teamwork, and clever strategy will let a team of ten capture the same outpost where thousands failed."
