Surprisingly, there weren't any volunteers. No one seemed particularly keen to be the first one to fall on their ass and get yelled at by Shardis. Guy was tough. Just the day before, he'd gone up to each and every person and screamed, demanding to know what their name was, where they were from, and why they were there. That'd been enough to make one poor sap leave that very night. Then again, he had burst into tears when Shardis asked him his name.
Libby Brown didn't feel bad for that kid. He should have known enlisting in the military wouldn't be the most peaceful experience on earth. But, had he stayed, he would've just been a miserable failure anyway, so it was probably best that he left. Libby, on the other hand, was determined to make it through the Trainees Squad at all costs. No way she'd let a little intimidation by a drill sergeant get to her. She could handle a little yelling just fine, thank you very much.
A ways down the line, a small blond boy stood completely still. All he was focused on was not crying and/or having a mental breakdown. That's all he focused on the day before, and he managed to get through that alright. However, his voice cracked when responding to the sergeant, which made Shardis raise his own voice in a mocking tone. Which made Nicolas nervous, which made his voice higher, which made Shardis' higher, and... it wasn't exactly the best of first impressions on either the sergeant or the rest of the trainees. At least it wasn't the worst.
With a groan, Shardis barked orders at everyone to split off into groups and try one of the five 3DMG balance stations. It looked fairly simple. You just had to get into a seat and balance yourself. How hard could it be? Libby headed off to the second station to wait in line. Nicolas ended up at the fifth and tried to appear calm and collected.