Urgak's eyes lit up. "Now that might work. Give them the discipline of formation but reward them with the glory of the charge."
"Exactly. Work on it. I want to see the technique refined by the end of the week."
Moving on, Satou found Grimnir overseeing weapons training. He was putting younger fighters through their paces with brutal efficiency.
"Your stance is wrong!" Grimnir barked at a young goblin struggling with a spear. "Too wide. You're stable but immobile. Like this—" He demonstrated, dropping into a balanced stance that allowed quick movement in any direction. "Power comes from your core, not your arms. Try again."
The young goblin adjusted, tried the thrust again. Much better.
"Improvement," Grimnir acknowledged. "Keep practicing. Ten thousand repetitions until it's muscle memory."
Satou waited until Grimnir rotated to the next trainee before approaching. "How are they looking?"
