Zion stood in the center of the dirt courtyard, while she held her black sword in her right hand.
She watched the Unchained practice their combat formations.
They were slow, their stances were completely wrong and they left their flanks exposed
She walked toward a young recruit and hit his wooden shield with the flat side of her blade.
The impact knocked him to the ground immediately.
"You are holding the shield too low," Zion said. "If an Inquisidor swings from the top, you lose your head."
The recruit nodded quickly and scrambled to his feet.
Zion turned around because Varek approached her from the command tent.
He held a rolled piece of parchment in his hands.
"Liberator," Varek said. "The northern scouts sent an urgent report."
Zion sheathed her sword. "Tell me."
