Xovos frowned inwardly. His mercenary work had never lead to conducting a group of people, much less those with special abilities. Xovos was covered in a sheen of sweat and still had a hard time catching his breath. Having been stagnant for the past year, he was not in the best shape, despite his fit form. The only reason Xovos has been capable of breezing through the drills was conditioning from days before the Sanctuary catastrophe.

Pelias made his way through the crowds to the Splinter Squad, his mood somewhat darkened by the prospect of extra work. [i]"Perhaps the squad will be independant in there own right and all I'll have to be is a title holder."[/i] Xovos comforted himself by proposing scenarios in which he would have to work less. Sven remained surprisingly silent through the whole ordeal, having never interjected once during training or whilst Xovos's thought process was consumed with comforting himself.