"Now, just remember, that this is what would be called a what?"
Belian, Satanya and I were still standing two dozen feet away from the current battle, the Head of the Beliali Clan making use of this time to continue teaching the two of us in the art of being the 'commander' in a party; not the leader, which was what Satanya and Jahi were, but the strategist for the battles we would take.
He wanted to continue grooming the talents he said he saw in us that made us perfect for the role; the ability to see a bigger picture when fighting, the way we fought, our instincts as well as a few other smaller things, all of which were the perfect recipe for us to become strategists and the 'commander' in a party, as he called it.
