"It was just a fight, Adrian. They got beaten down badly, yes. So what?"
Damian's voice was utterly devoid of sympathy.
"Aren't we all supposed to face actual Monsters on real battlefields later in our lives?
Creatures that want to literally tear us apart and devour our flesh?"
He took a step closer, his presence suddenly seeming much larger despite his youth.
"If even this much – a simple beating from fellow students in a relatively controlled environment – is enough to permanently break them psychologically, then what possible use is all their vaunted talent? What value do they have as warriors or leaders?"
His voice grew harsher.
"Even common gangsters from the underworld have vastly better mental fortitude and recovery capabilities than that.
Street thugs who've never had any formal training can take a beating and come back swinging the next day."
Adrian opened his mouth to protest, but Damian wasn't finished.
