The high-intensity training finally paid off. The recruits, conditioned by their training habits, shouted instinctively upon hearing the command, thrusting their spears forward in unison.
"Kill!"
This caused a chain reaction. Everyone else followed suit, their spears lunging out simultaneously, impaling the audacious man who dared to charge their formation.
"ARGH!"
"Don't kill me!"
The gruesome spectacle of death made those following recoil in fear, scrambling to get away. The recruits, experiencing the rush of their first bloodshed, finally caught their breath.
But Lance was far from satisfied and shouted from the rear.
"Idiots! Withdraw your spears! Experienced enemies wouldn't give you this chance."
The recruits reacted, pulling out their spears. The corpse, losing its support, slumped to the ground.
As the adrenaline began to wane, their limbs, weak from exertion, started to tremble. They could only gasp for breath to ease their physical distress.
"Advance!"
