Rhyderi sat in the box nearby, seeming more bored and unimpressed with the area around him. He didn’t have better places to be right now, but even so, he seemed bored as he drummed the gauntlet fingers of his glove on his plated arm, making soft armored ‘plink’ sounds.
Meanwhile, the recruits and other soldiers began to file in.
“Looks like quite a turnout,” Sephiroth hummed as he watched the area fill up. “If it’s just a display of magical talent, why do you need the pike?”