Dorian eyed the trainees as they began setting themselves up to take part in his impromptu training exercise. However before any substantial exercise or training could take place, the loud blaring of war horns shattered the chattering of the recruit crowd. Dorian merely sighed loudly as the sound filled the air, undoubtedly reverberating through the city and warning all the citizens to get inside somewhere they'd be safe. There was no panic on the mage-trainer's part even as the voices in the crowd got louder, conjecturing about what was going to happen next. 

As if on queue, a messenger arrived to provide the necessary information to Dorian and his group. Five hundred goblins had come together as a massive army and were now approximately thirty minutes away from arrival at the city's colossal walls. Not only that, it would be Dorian's responsibility to lead these Magic Brigade wannabes into battle [i]and[/i] to make sure they stayed safe and reasonably sound. Just his luck. Would it have killed the goblins to have waited until he managed to evaluate them all properly at the very least? 

"Alright recruits!" Dorian declared authoritatively, a surprisingly effective act in spite of his youth that was likely supported by his almost thuggish mannerisms, "You heard the man, we have thirty minutes to march over to central gate and get our shit together!" He marched as he called out to the people he'd be watching out for in the coming battle. "If you disobey my orders in this mission or do anything to endanger your comrades, you [i]will[/i] regret it! If you currently possess any gear, don it! If you're having second thoughts, run off to the city and make sure you never show your face here again!"

Commands such as that filled the air until they finally reached the central gate. The hustle and bustle of people - a good deal being new recruits themselves - was the only thing that could be heard that morning. But although it was loud out at the gate, there was a silence from the city, a calm before the storm. Dorian moved to the front of his group again.

"Alright trainees," Dorian began, eyes scanning the crowd and taking a mental attendance, "consider this your big test. If you live, you get to be a Wallguard, plain 'n' simple. But if you die..." He shook his head and grinned grimly. "Err...Well, you're not gonna die. Not if I can help it at least." He took a breath. "Alright. I want all the healers back here, tending to the wounded at base. Offense, you get to be right behind the Assault Troops, in the "second row" so to say. Don't worry 'bout the infantry, the Assault Troops'll take care of 'em for you. No, I want you guys aiming your spells at any and all ranged enemy combatants in sight, and dealing with any green bastards that slip through the Troops. Defense, you'll be "third row". It's your job to shield your allies, don't worry too much about dealing damage, just make sure nobody dies. Second row, Troops, and the Archers'll kill 'em all for you." 

Dorian glared at his group again.

"I don't want any 'heroes' out there, got that? Good. Head out."

Admittedly the strategy was a very rudimentary one, but it would have to do for now. Dorian hadn't the time or opportunity to explain anything more sophisticated than that. At least his worst case scenario was just losing about a third of his claaaaaaaaah god what was he doing with himself. He was a lieutenant, he was better than this. And those green bastards were stupid little idiots anyway. Taking them out and saving any trainees in peril would be easy enough. No need to worry. Especially since worrying about recruits was more or less a regular occurrence.

Dorian was snapped from his little panicked thought process by a Wyvern Rider, Sergeant Alere Ruadham. Another orphan like himself. The young Starkkewolfe sighed.

[i]'First off, take this crappy teaching job. I'm not cut out for this 'public speaking' bullshit no matter what that old man says,'[/i] he thought irritably before pointing at the two recruit groups, "Protect the recruits. The vets can handle 'emselves I reckon, but I'm worried about the lack of training time. I've got mine in a pretty basic formation, so you'll know when something's up." He glanced to Captain Gungneer and his group. "It's them I'm worried about. Who knows what's going on in that bastard's head. Better tactics than mine, I'm hoping."