"Strike! ...Parry! ...Advance! ...Pirrouette! ...Thrust!..." Xai'an called out commands to the young warriors she had been authorized to train in the basics of largescale warfare. The Order, it seemed, was clever enough to use demonic forces to it's every advantage. In training the squires, Xai'an was overseen by several ranking Templars who looked on from above, ready to intercede should she attempt anything beyond the call of proper instuction in form or strategy. Pragmatic as The Order was, they weren't fools. At least not at this stage. From what the Daemon had gathered, they were not always so clever. Fortunately for them, they had learned much of how to handle and interact with Daemons. "...Parry! Riposte! Tumble! Shield Retreat! ...Hold! Swords in sheaths, all of you."
She had put them through their paces for over three hours now. It was time for pactical application.
"Giles of Westenbury, Leanna of Sindra, to the front!" The Templars to be ran forward in full weighted training armor.
"HOLD!" Echoed the command from one of the Templar overseers above. "Lord Everet will continue this lesson! Instructor, the Grand Warlock requires your presence at once!"
Xai'an bowed and gave an affirmative signal to the overseers. She then looked over the uncertain students, amused at the nature of battle and the psychology of mortals. She would wager that Lord Everet might learn more from these young ones than they would from him.
"Giles and Leanna, stay at the front. I'm sure Everet would appreciate your assistance." In truth, she was sure he would resent the implication. Yet she was still within the bounds of her orders. She was training these ragged youths to be proper warriors. And it would be important for them to learn how to recognize incompetence in their commanding officers.