Just as he was thinking, the battle rages on. Joan saw that the proctor was forcing every bit of data out of him. Making him being tested from every angle. How he attacks, how fast his feet were, how good his defence, how far his stamina can go, how good he was at using his skills. It was all tested and was calculated.
Some were great in duels but worst in team fights. Others were brave when many but a coward when alone. The proctors were psychologists and they can see through each applicant's potential.
Just as all were happening, the applicant was panting and was on his feet. He was using his staff to give support in the process of regaining his stamina.
"Is that all? Well, you can't be reaching bronze or copper badges with that. Next!" He said to him.
