Endurance.
Now.
.
Hades slowly spooned porridge into his mouth. There was barely anyone in the mess hall outside mealtimes.
Vokes had gone to the Duel Cage to crush some rookies. He had already been the rising star of the south, and after Seventh Company's devilish training, his combat abilities had skyrocketed.
Hades had reason to suspect Vokes had gone to beat up some northerners from Barbarus. Back when the southern Death Guard resistance had moved north, some troublemakers among the northern garrison had picked fights.
But Hades was from northern Barbarus too, so Vokes said nothing and simply told Hades he was going to the Duel Cage.
Whatever. Maybe Vokes could beat Typhon up?
Hades bit down on his spoon and thought contentedly.
Ever since Hades had smashed that Combat Servitor, real training suited for recruits had finally begun.
After being cursed out by Tech-Sergeant Alberto, Blanca had finally set aside his former arrogance. Though he was still far from polite, he taught everything he should have taught, and Hades learned everything he should have learned. Blanca even shared some of his closely guarded combat experience with Hades.
Most of the veterans in the company still disliked Barbarus natives, but the story of Hades destroying a Type 3 Combat Servitor had quietly spread.
Every day, Blanca dragged Hades into the unit under his command, picked out a veteran specialized in a certain area, and had that veteran teach Hades some combat techniques.
Most veterans treated Hades with courtesy mixed with distance, as though they were only teaching him skills to complete Blanca's assignment.
But for Hades, who was currently completely in the dark, that was already more than enough.
For instance, he had recently been brought to practice using a bolter. A veteran with an obvious scar on his