The smaller training hall felt cramped compared to Silver Crown's facilities, but it was functional.
Padded floors, weapon racks along the walls, enough space for proper combat training.
Roughly forty Iron Talon first-years stood assembled, their badges marking them as the second house.
Professor Gareth Thornwick stood at the center.
A grizzled man in his fifties with gray hair and a scar running from his temple to his jaw.
He'd served in the military before becoming an instructor, and it showed in everything from his posture to his clipped manner of speech.
"Listen up," he barked. "Today's practical assessment will be sparring. You'll be matched based on your evaluation scores and fighting styles. No holding back, but keep it controlled. I see anyone going for permanent damage, they're out of this Academy. Clear?"
"Yes, Professor!" the students chorused.
"Good. Check the board for your matches."
