A recruit from the red group stepped forward after a moment's hesitation. Big guy, probably farm-raised based on his build and the sun-weathered skin of someone who'd worked outdoors his whole life. His arms were thick from years of manual labor, shoulders broad, hands callused. He wore his red armband with obvious pride.
"What's your name, son?" Valen asked.
"Tomas, sir. From the northern territories, up near the mountain passes."
"And what's your magic, Tomas?"
"Strength enhancement, sir. Makes me about three times stronger than my normal baseline. I've been able to do it since I was twelve."
"Good, that's the kind of power that keeps you alive in close combat. Show us what you've got."
