The intense highs and lows of the morning class sapped away Tycon's energy.
The children asked questions.
Their initial questions had simple answers.
The number and nature of their enemies. Their equipment. Their formations. Characteristics of Drake Armors according to their model.
The questions, subsequent, grew more difficult.
How many casualties did our forces incur? How many casualties resulted in deaths?
How much damage can a single ⌈Fireball⌋ do to a squad of regulars?
What happens when our shield line fails to collapse, leaving a formation of archers exposed?
How many seconds of concentrated lizard fire can a normal human withstand?
And from there...
What is the difference between the death of one single, living, breathing sentient and one thousand?
How can we ask so many Bronze and Elementary-Rank soldiers to raise their mundane shields against ⌈Lightning Bolts⌋ and ⌈Earth Spikes⌋?
