"Hey there, isn't this a bit too extreme? Even if you've been stifled for a while, there's no need to let it all out like this, right?"
Watching the images coming up on the terminal interface, occasionally interrupted by the team commander's ghostly shout of "Good job, you'll get a box of beers when we get back!", Kaspar muttered to himself with a bitter smile.
Seeing the human knights being scattered, trampled and shattered like ants, anyone would think the assault pilot was going too far, and would agree with Kaspar's sarcasm. But he didn't think so himself.
Not to mention what Charlemagne's knights have done to other races and other countries, and the common truth that "what goes around comes around". Just the training content of the assault pilot, which is the same as the current process.
