An Army in need of Improvement - Part 3

For training, they could have allowed themselves to commit in a half-hearted manner. They would not have been too scolded for it, for their weapons were padded, and the fact that it was indeed training was not to be dismissed. It wasn't as if they needed to go to the grave over the battles that they were fighting here.

Yet looking at them, you would not think so. Training seemed to be the farthest thing from any of their minds. There were hundreds of personal battles enduring, and each man seemed to give himself to his weapon with all his strength. Even the usually disciplined Blackthorn men could be heard shouting as loud as some of the peasants, as they put forward all the strength that they had.

"You Blackthorns – you'd better keep up!" Firyr shouted as he pushed forward. Of course, his own unit was compromised half of Blackthorn men by now, and they were forced to yield to his command.