"Bleh, envy is for the weak anyway," Dorian quipped, waving off any of his fellow Lieutenant's concerns, "If I couldn't shoot down a few of the green buggers coming after my men, I shouldn't have been a lieutenant in the first place." The three officers stood at the front of the gate as a silence beset their group, a beacon of calm before an incoming storm of chaos. Dorian's fingers curled tighter around his spear, muscles tensed, body itching to draw goblin blood today. Waiting, it was always the damned waiting. 

The ticking of the proverbial clock rang loudly in Dorian's mind, counting down the seconds left until the battle began. The gargantuan gates creaked open, revealing an expanse of verdant forest before the veritable army gathered to defend the human capital. There was an unsteady pause in the action following the grand opening of the gates. Eyes, Dorian's and many others, glanced around the surrounding foliage. The air was heavy with anticipation, finally broken by a simple declaration by their commander.

The first horde of the green-skinned raiders broke through the trees like water through a dam. At the forefront of the battlefield was Captain Gungneer, leading from the front followed by the wave of steel that was the Assault Troops of the Wallguard. Dorian looked to his group once the front-lines of both sides made contact. "Well? The hell are you all waiting for?" Dorian spat, turning back to the front of the battlefield. He twirled his staff, and thrust it into the air with one hand, a wild grin on his face. "This is it recruits! Time to show these green bastards humanity's resolve!"

Dorian crouched low, staff held behind him. The familiar sensation of mana gathering in his legs focused his mind forward, eyes locked in on a point in front of him. Shot forward like a bullet, ending his high-speed dash in a leap that burnt off his remaining momentum. His spear was poised to impale the unlucky bastard he landed on. Mana flowed through his hands, as he shifted his grip to the underside of his spear, ready to lever it forwards and fire off a flurry of spells with his staff upon landing. 

Blood boiling, the young Lieutenant entered the fray with an extremely prejudiced impalement, following through with the magical blasts from his thrust-forward staff.