[Color=cyan]"It was perfect."[/color] Kiril's voice sounded from the distance, slightly louder and hoarser than normal. He was one of the last to disembark - after each match, he would always stay in Ogre's cockpit, its loud coolers coaxing him into a meditative state. He would analyze the battle from an imaginary bird's eye, to understand the limits of his team and how to overcome them. He had learned a surprising lot from the simulation.

[Color=cyan]"Yes, perfect."[/color] he dismissed their looks of disbelief with a wave of a hand. [Color=cyan]"We now have a great picture of our strengths and weaknesses. The composition of the enemy team was simple but effective, and further enhanced the imbalance and mismatch of our own team. Bill, if you'd like, I have suggestions. But you are the boss."[/color]

He gave Atlas a small evil grin. This guy will turn into a leader or die trying. There was nothing else.