Yielya rubbed her forehead. It seemed like her Trial might be troublesome.
A set of heavily armored soldiers stood in order. One, who seemed to be the captain of the group shouted, "Awaiting orders!"
"What's the situation?", Yielya wasted no time.
"Currently we are the last standing squadron. Our enemies are breaching past our defenses and will arrive in five minutes!"
"What are your orders?"
"We are to hold the enemy forces for as long as possible!"
Yielya could sense it. The sense of dread lingering around the squadron. They realized it, they were left as last ditch sacrifices. She continued to ask, "What are the enemy forces like?"
"We are outnumbered greatly. Their exact number of forces is unknown, the only person who knew that has long since retreated."
