Nox watched from the observation rail, the splinted arm strapped flat against his side.
The examination below was there to grade a commander. The record still refused to restore his arm, and no test on this floor would change that today.
Kendra stood on the mock street while the Hall's clock counted down toward the breach.
The scenario had been built for a full licensed company. The surge behind the wall was sized to overrun twice her strength.
A quarter of a mock city stood walled into blocks, and the maps in her hand described barely half the streets. Forty volunteers waited at the muster line, untrained and unranked. The Hall had handed her a crowd in place of the company the scenario demanded.
