Dale
Dale didn't like this. He felt unprepared, he felt weak and he felt useless in the grand scheme of things even though he had been to the classes, fought well and had tried to learn everything he could from the teachers. He was grateful that they had given up the time to teach the civilians in the castle but it still couldn't stop him from feeling afraid for himself and his friends. They wouldn't all make it, some pessimistic part of him kept whispering.
Still, he fought as well as he could, casting the hexes he had been taught, ducking to avoid others and trying not to get hurt. He just had to get through this and then he could see his family.
It was near the end that he turned and with a dawning horror, saw the green light streaking towards him.