Dorian scanned the crowd as he and Captain Gungneer stood before the new trainees gathered at Training Area One. The congregation of people was more than last year's, which was slightly heartening as it meant more people were willing to fight and die for the safety of others. The tall young man was eerily silent as the Captain went through his impromptu speech - or lack thereof - providing necessary instructions to the new blood and introducing themselves as the Lieutenant and Captain who would be testing their aptitude in the magical and martial arts, respectively. When Captain Gungneer completed his talk and told Dorian to weed out the weak, the younger of the duo merely looked to the elder, uplifted a single eyebrow, closed his eyes, shrugged his shoulders, and yawned.

"Tch. Whatever you say, old bastard," Dorian stated, observing the rift growing in the crowd of people, separating the magical from the mundane, "But I think you'll regret it when I send a bunch'a crying trainees crawling to you're sorry ass." It was all a jest of course, goodnatured teasing between two military-types. With that said, Dorian broke away from the big group congregated in front of Captain Gungneer. Once he was reasonably away from Gungneer's trainees, he whistled loudly twice and beckoned for his group of Magic Brigade wannabes to follow him to Training Area Two. 

A short walk later, the group reached the grounds of Training Area Two. It was very similar in appearance to the first training ground but with more magic oriented training apparatus - dummies and targets designed to stand against elemental damage, and so on. Dorian stood before the group in silence, mainly due to the fact that he had not managed to think up an adequate lesson plan to pit these trainees against in the time allotted to him. Obviously he would not do something as barbaric as pitting these new blood against himself in martial combat; such a thing would be rather useless in gauging ability merely due to the gap in training. Though he had to think of something quickly. He was already standing before the crowd at the Training Area, after all.  

Gah, no wonder the old man yelled at him so much. This was indeed a hard job.

Dorian stared at his recruits with his usual unintended intimidating gaze. The silence was deafening, and some of the trainees were even fidgeting in place, uncomfortable with it all.

"...Alright."

Dorian finally broke the silence with a single word.

"I want you all to divide yourselves into three groups. Those who focus on defense and utility, head to the left. The ones who like to hurt things, go to the right. And those who know only the basics of magic..."

A pause as Dorian looked around at the groups forming, and eyed the leftovers.

"...Get the hell out of here."

His words were spoken with no hesitation, no remorse.

"As it stands, everyone in group three is just going to be a burden on the Brigade. You're better off heading back to Training Area One and requesting a division change after you make something of yourselves. Now [i]go[/i]."

Once that was done, Dorian faced the two groups left over.

"Now you guys."

He paused, seemingly for dramatic effect when really it was just to stall for more time to think of a plan.

"I want the offensive mages to have at the dummies, and the defensive mages to test each others' barriers. Any healers in the audience get to deal with the casualties. And maybe if everything goes smoothly we'll have a sparring exercise. Got it? Good, now get to work."

[i]...Good enough,'[/i] Dorian thought.