Some say that the Human race was born to love, they are hippy morons. Others say that they were born to kill, they are genocidal hypocrites. The last group would say that the Human race was born to simply evolve, closer, but still wrong. The Human race was actually born to be a brake to another race, called the Endtrin. The Humans weren’t meant to exterminate or anything, they were just meant to slow down the progress of the Endtrin. The Endtrin looked exactly like the humans, but they either had white or black hair, and their abilities were determined by their hair color.
The Endtrin had two types of people. The first and most common were the Ordins, they had twice the physical attributes as humans. They could run twice as fast and as long, could lift more, and had faster reactions. The second people were more rare, but not by much. They were called the Technic and there was one Technic for every five Ordins. The Technic had the physical attributes of a normal human, but they had traits similar to the magic the humans fascinated about. They could lift things with their minds, light things on fire without touching it, and even heal injuries in seconds.
It truly seemed like the Endtrin were superior in every way, but they weren't. The Endtrin had the birth rate average of two children every ten human years, compared to the human birth rate of one child every year. When the two species met, they both tried their best for peace, but there were terrorists on both sides that were Xenophobic. In just seven years of the first meeting, they were at war. The war was different from what both species were used to. The war had an unusual effect on their bodies and minds. They found that if they killed another intelligent member of a different species, they would gain access to a menu. The menu could be called up at any time, and it displayed everything about the individual. Each characteristic of the person was presented in numbers.
People found out that they increased those numbers, it directly affected them. They discovered that they had to kill the other species to gain numbers that they could than distribute to whatever attribute they wanted. However, getting numbers didn't work unless they used melee weapons, and on few occasions, even handheld guns. People guessed that it only worked with skill based weapons. Now that the explaining is done, I’ll stop talking and start with the story.
Chapter 1
The war has been off and on for more than three decades. People constantly wanted to more power, so the wars continued. We were taught that the Humans were evil, that they attacked first, that they would love to kill us and didn't think anything of it. We weren't any different. I heard people joking about how many and how they killed the humans. I was sure they laughed about it as well. I laughed about it. It was how I was raised. I grew up in school learning about the best ways to kill the humans.
One of the most popular games when I was a kid, and still is, was pretending to be soldiers and imagining the other side as humans. We would use sticks and hit each other with them. It was a violent game, and each of us loved every bit of it. Our mothers hated it when we played it, but our fathers loved it. Broken bones, concussions, and cuts were common. It made us stronger, and even though we knew it was the other children that hit us, we made ourselves believe that they were humans. We developed an instinctual hate for humans, and we had never met one before.
I am an Ordin, so I could give and take a punch. I had trained since I was able and become one of the strongest, fastest, and skilled in among my peers. I was accepted into a Earin, or university. There, I learned advanced sciences and techniques. I was trained and taught until I became a killing machine and licenced Fornin Master. Fornin is what the weapons were called. Fornin weapons were made out of energy that would become physical. This physical energy could be made to be sharp, dull, thin, or thick. The weight could also be changed to suit the person. This energy worked a lot like metal, programmable metal. The energy, when solid, could be cut and dented, so they still had to be maintained.
Our people, and I’m sure the humans, made movies about some of the most famous battles. It was amazing, stunning, beautiful, and terrifying. Massive shield walls facing each other. Thousands of energy blasts being shot across the fields. Drop ships, deploying soldiers, Artillery shooting down any ship that got too close. People only got levels when they killed each other in melee combat, or in close combat. Due to this, everyone refrained from blasting from a distance.
During one of my university classes, one of my professors asked a simple and obvious question, and yet, no one thought or wanted to think about it. “Why? Why are we killing humans and why are they killing us?” We replied with an answer that we had been taught to say from birth, “To get stronger!” “Why? Why do we need to get stronger? Yes, you should always be the best you can be, but why do we get stronger by killing others?” His question stumped us. One of the braver ones replied, “So we may be ready.” “Ready for what? Are we expecting to be attacked by a third party? Are we expecting to require lifting metric tons, or run four hundred kilometers per hour, or jump hundreds of meters in the air? Why are we teaching our children to be proud of killing another? Why are you excited to kill a human? Why are each of you being taught to kill instead of learning things that won't get you killed? We are in a constant war of the need of power, and revenge because of the need for power. Why?”
We still had an hour of class, but he just walked out and canceled class for the week. He left us sitting there. Usually everyone would be talking and playing around like normal collage kids, but for the rest of class, no one spoke, no one moved. We were all thinking about his question. Why were we fighting? It took the rest of the week to come to a solid response. Its because it was fun. I had a ton of fun fighting the other kids. Sure it hurt to be hit dozens of times before being knocked unconscious, but it was fun. It was fun to constantly prove yourself in front of others and yourself. What is a better way of proving yourself? Knowledge tests? Anyone could easily compete. On the battlefield, you knew that each soldier had proven themselves to be there. You knew that each was going to try their hardest, otherwise they would die. You knew you had won as they fall to the ground. You knew you had won when you saw all hope escape from their eyes. No one liked to admit it, but all living things loved to be on top at all times and costs. There was a reason that warriors respected each other. Even if one had been defeated by another. Each was willing to die to become stronger, and each knew that if they defeated a strong opponent, they were that much closer to being on top.
Sorry about the psychological stuff. I was sitting in a drop ship with ninety nine other men and women that were being sent to their post. Each of them were ready to kill and be killed. We had to be. If we weren't ready to die, we wouldn't be able to kill without crippling our minds. That's actually what the humans call PTSD, refusing the idea of your death. Those that were ready to die, didn't have problems when it almost happens. Anyway, our first post was on a Space Carrier, or more specifically, a Fifth class Titan. Space battles were the most ‘peaceful’ battles. The ships would generally try to launch EMPs to disable the enemy ships. Each ship would fire off intercepting missiles. During this exchange of millions of projectiles, landers would be trying to get across without being hit and try to breach the hull of the enemy ship and drop soldiers inside.
The landers that were hit by EMPs would just drift there until they were blasted apart with a missle or until the battle was over. For the little landers, which could still transport a hundred men, one EMP permanently disabled the lander. For the massive ships, which could hold millions of men comfortably, they would have to be hit by hundreds of EMPs to just disable them for an hour. Anyway, I was one of the Lander Troops, or as the humans called them, StormTroopers. I knew each of the men and women that was in my Lander OP. We had been trained together for two years. We were all in our early twenties, while I had turned twenty last month. Twenty was considered very young for our race. Old age was considered two hundred.
Wow, I keep getting off track. Our commanding officer, Unium Escen, ordered us to get ready to dock at the carrier. We all made sure our equipment and armor was perfect as could be and ready for combat. It wasn't rare for new troops to be sent to battle the moment they got stationed. The doors opened and another Unium marched us out. We marched in unison, and I remembered a time when I was younger when seeing the troops march instilled pride. Back to the present, we were marched to the Landers. We got in and strapped in. We were being launched. One of us asked the Unium, “Sir, how many enemy ships and units are we expecting?” He turned to face us before he closed the doors, “Unims, this will be the largest Space battlefield this decade. Eighty enemy cruisers. Thirty enemy battleships. Each cruiser is expected to have two million. Your lander will be part of the one hundred lander Shock force. You will be launched at the docking hanger, and are to secure the hanger until more men arrive.” He closed the doors, and the lights went out.
We all lost count of time, but we knew we had been in there, in the dark, for more than an hour, before the red light went on. Any whispering that was going on, stopped immediately. We all knew what the light meant. We were being launched. The light turned off again, and we were launched. Up and down didn't mean anything while in space, but I knew we were spinning in perspective of the ships. The engineers programmed the thrusters so when we latched on, we would be upright to the enemy ship’s gravity. I heard multiple people silently praying to whatever god they believed in. I prayed to whatever god the enemy prayed to and asked that they would ignore their prayers. I believe in a god, but I also believed that gods should let us kill each other without their interference. If the gods insisted on our freedom of choice, then let us exercise it without them getting in the way.
The worst and possibly best part about warfare in space, is that there was no sound. We had no idea if and when a missle of EMP got close or hit. There were no windows, no way of telling what was happening. All we knew was that we were moving and we could, at anytime, be blown to bits. Luckily, we made it, evident by the harsh impact and loud noise. The light turned on again and we all detached from our seats. “Vanguard up front!” It didn't need to be said, but was still said. I was one such Vanguard. We were equipped with Tower shields, Spears, and Short swords. The Middle guard consisted of spearman equipped with heater shields and short swords. The rear guard were the ranged. We had gotten around the no ranged rule, by attaching a Fornin link to the gun, which was held by the user. Whatever gave us our levels would go through the projectile and into the user, giving the levels. The connection would only last a few seconds after it was fired, before it just left the arrow in the target
Unfortunately, Fornin, if unaffected by an outside force could only reach a hundred fifty meters before naturally snapping off and dissolving. We didn't order to shoot until we were at least a hundred meters, that way it would have some strength behind it and couldn't be snapped off easily by the enemy. These guns were more like harpoon guns, because it looked like they were shooting an arrow out of a gun. It also had to be reloaded manually after each shot, so each user had a quiver. Luckily the user only had to shove the arrow down the barrel, no tricky reload process. Currently our formation was complete and ready to get bloodied. The doors opened and the as the Vanguard we braced ourselves. The moment the door opened a sliver, dozens of arrows shot through, all at the one target they could shoot at, the man directly in the middle of the doors. His shield blocked more than a dozen, but the Fornin could only take so much.
His shield shattered, and eight arrows imbedded themselves inside of his body. One of the reserve vanguard took his place and we marched forward. We met medium resistance. The enemy had yet to form a proper defence as they had no previous info about where our landers would penetrate their ship. Our archers released their volley. Only half hit their targets, the other half either missed or hit shields. As stressful as this was, I could still appreciate the beauty of Fornin as it streaks overhead. Fornin’s natural color was blue, and no one had found a way of making it another color, and it did its job so who cared. Fornin Shields were too thick to be see through, but the weapons weren’t, and they looked like glass.
Their defence consisted of heater shields, short swords, and guns. There weren't many, but more were coming every moment as their defence got more and more men. Our helmet’s HUD informed us to move at a double march. A double march was at the speed of a speed walk, which was very fast while in formation. Nonetheless, we sped up. We met their formation, and for the first time, I experienced what the veterans said. Humans were weak. Each of our spear thrusts buckled their defence. Our individual targets would be tossed. Those that were unlucky enough not to get a shield in front of them, were impaled and thrown away. The lucky of those were killed quickly, few were that lucky. Melee weapons had a pretty low instant mortality rate. The vast majority of people would be cut, and lay on the ground, bleeding to death.
We left a trail of bodies and blood. We had landed in the hanger and had were quickly securing it. We weren't the only landers to make it. My HUD showed me that forty two of the hundred landers had hooked into the ship. A dozen had hooked in parts of the ship that wasn't the hanger. That meant we had thirty landers to deal with the tens of thousands of humans. Three thousand against tens of thousands, and those were just the men that were currently in the hanger. It would seem impossible, but there was a reason we Endtrins only got a tenth of the levels of our opponents while the humans got half. We could easily kill ten of them. Of course, we were losing men as well. It had only been a few minutes of combat and we had already lost nearly two hundred men, but I was sure we had made them lose at least a thousand, most likely more.
The standard formation was simple. The vanguard, me, would focus on defending and keeping the enemy away. The Middle guard would use their spears to stab at any that got too close. The rear guard would shoot at the enemy, trying to disrupt the enemy formation. You might think that the vanguard wouldn't get many levels that way, but actually, it split the XP with all who assisted in the kill, to a max of three. If more assisted, only three that contributed the most would get the XP. So yes, the middle still got the most XP and therefore levels, but the vanguard didn't go levelless.
The enemy were starting to form up as a whole near the entrance of the hanger, or I guess the exit of the hanger leading to the rest of the ship. They wanted to keep us in the hangar where they could use the space with their numbers, once we got into the hallways, our superior strength would crush any resistance. Our men quickly, and wordlessly combined into a single formation. Any standard formation that had more than a thousand men would have to ranks of each guard, meaning that each guard was two men thick. The archers would stagger their shot so only one rank was firing at a time, this allowed for continuous shots. Of course, the human formation wasn't pathetic. According to ancient human history our fighting style resembled that of the greeks with our spears while their style matched that of the roman legions. Their formation was made mostly of tower shields, with a small slit for their short swords, and they formed a massive testudo. Their shields were connected together uses technology that resembled that of magnets. Strong enough to prevent a man charging, but if that man tried to pull the shields apart, they would split. They literally looked like a box. A box with hundred of glowing short swords sticking out of it, ready it stab at any living thing that got too close.
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The way things were looking, the battle could go either way. Time was not on our side, so we had to hurry. If we held our position, we would save more lives sooner, but we would also be constantly attacked, and eventually taken out. Once we had taken the hanger, we could slowly take the halls and have a zone we could rest and guard. We slowly marched forward. The vanguard deactivated their spears, and they retracted to less than foot long pole. We drew our short swords and held them towards the enemy, but at our hips. The Middle guard held their spears on our shoulders, ready to thrust forward. Once we were five feet away, our spearmen attacked. Their thrusts jostled the enemy ranks, but did little to no damage, not that it was the point. With them off balance, the vanguard sprinted the last few feet, bashing into them and pushing them further back.
We had already pushed them four feet back, but they held their ground. The men on the frontlines of both sides used their short swords and stabbed at each other. Our stabbing wasn't meant to kill, our stabbing was meant to distract. Our spearmen were doing the real damage, but the humans were focused more on defence. One of them fell rarely, and their position was quickly filled. None of us fell. We were winning, but not fast enough. My shield was starting to take too much of a beating. Fornin naturally fixed itself, but it required time without taking any damage. Luckily, my HUD told me to switch. Me and the rest of the frontline vanguard, simultaneously smashed our shields into the enemy. They weren't expecting it and was pushed back nearly two feet, the second row of vanguard took advantage and took our positions. Now as the second row of vanguard we would support the first row by watching their blind spots and constantly preventing them from being shoved back by shoving our shields into their backs.
Streaks passed overhead. The arrows were hard to figure out which direction they were shot, and the colors were all blue. We switched positions two more times before I checked the clock on my HUD. It read 2:36. We had been launched into the hanger at 2:12. Apparently we had been fighting for twenty four minutes. Both Human and Endtrin archers had run out of arrows. It had become a stand still. It only took a minute for my opinion to change. Through the miniscule gaps of the human formation, I saw many more human men marching towards us from the hall. I informed everyone else with just a thought. One by one they all reported that they understood. A danger notification popped up, blocking part of my vision. Our formation completely collapsed and we all ran in multiple directions. We weren't a second too soon. Just as the last of us got out of the way, and the Humans were left confused, a lander crash landed into them.
The humans were crushed and the few that weren't ran over, were quickly disposed. The crash landing had injured more than a dozen of our men. We worked on getting the injured into a designated safe zone of the hanger. Once the hanger was clear of hostiles, we commanded the men in the crashed lander to open the rear door. They complied and we rushed in. I was the third man in and I could see multiple men and women that had died during the crash, the majority being Technics. We Ordins were much stronger and could withstand the crash, but the Technic were as weak as humans. The surviving men and women had formed a standard defensive line at the lander’s main door. They were holding off the surviving humans that were in the hallway. Once the rest of us joined them, we quickly annihilated the remaining humans.
We were ordered to take a rest as more landers arrived. During our short rest, we were each sent a map of the approximate locations of the mislauched landers. It only took a few minutes for us to be rested and impatient for combat. As we had been trained to do, we hadn't looked at the recently opened menus, as it would distract us from the mission. We got into formation and marched forward. We quickly swept through the ship, joining with other Endtrin groups and wiping out the human squad we encountered. We eventually captured the whole ship except for the bridge. Currently, we were formed up outside of it, setting breaching charges. We had almost finished when we were contacted by the human ship commander.
His face appeared on each of our HUDs. “You have fought valiantly, it is your win. However, as a popular statement from our world says, ‘The captain goes down with his ship.’. So I will give you a choice. One, leave within ten minutes. Two, be blown apart.” I immediately set a timer for nine minutes forty seconds, not that I needed to. Our Archers readied themselves in front of the door. Our demolitionist activated the charges and our archers all fired into the room before the smoke cleared. As they reloaded, the Vanguard charged in. We met very little resistance, and the archers had killed the majority in their first volley, including the commander. Setting up guards and a defencive, we used the ship’s scanners to locate the last few surviving humans and taking prisoners. Once we had all the human’s accounted for, we contacted our Flagship.
We were ordered to hold our positions. So we did. I was stationed in the Bridge, so I was able to watch events unfold on the battlefield of space. We were winning, but not by much. Unfortunately for both races, our landers were good for one use before needing repair. That meant that regardless of being a human or Endtrin lander, once launched, there was no correction. We had captured twenty of their eighty cruisers and four of their twenty battleships. On the other hand, they had taken twelve of our cruisers and six of our battleships. It took half an hour, but the result was as expected. After losing twenty three cruisers and five battleships, the retreated, taking the ships they captured with them. Over all, we had gained ships while they lost some. It was a victory.
It took awhile, but we managed to get the fleet back to a friendly Spaceport. The ships that were too damaged to continue traveling space were left there to be repaired. Those that could still travel were ordered to go to Andrean. Andrean was a planet renown for its vast grassy meadow that spread throughout more than ninety percent of the planet. Everyone of us knew why we were going there and what was going to happen. Andrean was in a very strategic area. If you could secure Andrean, you had a staging point to secure the nearby five planets. We only cared because the we had intel that the Humans were heading there. We were to prevent them from capturing the planet.
Meanwhile, everyone that had been with me while capturing the enemy ship, were ordered to the audience room. It was time for orientation. We all quieted down as an officer walked up to the podium. “Congrats on your first kills. As you know, with your kills comes a menu. This menu can be pulled up with a thought, go ahead.” He paused for a moment for everyone to bring their menu up. It really did only take a thought to pull it up.
Vale ‘Private’ Dunmorn
Strength: 23
Dexterity: 21
Intelligence: 17
Wisdom: 48
Kills: 12
Assists: 42
Favorite Tactic: Shield Wall
Points Available: 33
Education: University
Philosophy: Kill them before they kill you
Renown: 4
Reputation: Average soldier
Specialty: Tactics
“You can change the format of this menu however you want. This first time you bring it up, is personalized to make it easy for you to understand. Now for your stats, if you are an Ordin, physical attributes seventeen through twenty is average for civilians while twenties are average for soldiers. For Technics, Intelligence and wisdom will be in the high twenties for you. For the points you have available, it is a very simple equation. Each kill equals one point. Each assist equals half a point. Each Skilled kill equals five to ten points. A skilled kill is earned when the opponent is much stronger than you, but you still kill him. We recommend that you get your highest stat up to fifty immediately, then work on getting each one there. At fifty, you get a bonus. This bonus is commonplace amongst veteran soldiers, so get it.” He walked off and another officer walked up and the screen behind him lit up.
The screen displayed four Endtrin, each wildly different from the next. “Now in case you wish to know, which you should, these stats affect your body. Let’s say you dump all your points into strength. Normally you’d be like this one,” he pointed to the huge figure. He was so huge that his muscles were disgusting. “This is not the case. This is what your body would look like if you had two hundred points in strength, but due to the bonuses, it keeps your body looking natural. You will still look big and strong, but you won't look like a freak. Look at the other examples for info about the other stats and what they would look like and what they do look like.” There was one where one was stick thin, Dexterity. One with a huge head, Intelligence. Finally one that looked normal. Fortunately another asked before I had to. “Why does Wisdom look normal?” “Because Wisdom doesnt affects your mind, but how fast it can process info, not how smart you are. Intelligence makes you smarter, but Wisdom just lets you figure things out about things that you already know about. Now we won't force you, but please get your stats to fifty, starting with the highest.” My highest was Wisdom and was only two away, so I placed two points in.
Lesser Sage: You have achieved Wisdom 50. You are able
to identify and process info much faster than most.
+25% thought speed, +25% Sight
As soon as finished reading that notification, it was instantly easier to think. When I looked up, I could identify much more and saw much clearer and further. It confused me, but that vanished quickly, about why wisdom would affect sight. Your eyes could see much clearer than we see, but our minds limit it so it doesn't overload. “I see from some of you that you are already experiencing those bonuses. Each stat has a different bonus. There will be another bonus when a stat reaches one hundred, but first get all your stats to fifty. The bonus for fifty is much easier and better than one hundred.” “Are there more bonuses after one hundred?” Asked a private. “Yes. We believe that after one hundred, each bonus comes every hundred, but currently, the highest stat in history is two hundred twelve. Think long and hard what to do with your points. You have until tomorrow to think before we reach Andrean. I recommend getting all your points in your stats before the battle. Dismissed!”
Everyone went their own way, but most squads stuck together. Each squad consisted of five. My squad decided that we would meet up during dinner, so I had an hour to think about the rest of my stats. I had thirty one points to distribute. That meant that I could get either Strength or Dexterity to fifty, but not both. I decided to go do some research about the bonuses. I went to the nearest open terminal. These terminals were placed throughout the entire ship. Hallways, barracks, bridge, ECT. Anyway, I walked up to the terminal, entered in my password, and did a search about the bonuses. I saw that info about bonuses level hundred fifty and up were locked. It made sense, but still annoyed me. After All, they wouldn't want info about their strongest soldiers being known by everyone. The bonuses for Strength were the first to pop up.
Lesser Knight: You have achieved Strength 50. You are able
To work longer and more efficiently.
-25% Energy used, +25% Muscle Density
Knight: You have achieved Strength 100. You are able learn
physical activities faster and can work more efficiently.
+25% Muscle Memory, +25% Muscle Density
It seemed like as your Strength leveled, your body becomes more… efficient. I guess. It didn't make you huge like I thought it did, in fact it probably made you smaller. The first bonus seemed to work together. If you used less energy, but your body also used it better, than you could work much longer. So, if I got the first bonus, I could work fifty percent longer. Now for the Dexterity bonuses.
Lesser Ranger: You have achieved Dexterity 50. You are able
to feel yourself and your surroundings better.
+25% Bodily Sense, +25% Perception
Ranger: You have achieved Dexterity 100. You are able to perceive your
surroundings more effectively and have better Hand Eye coordination.
+25% Perception, +25% Hand-Eye Coordination
That would be very useful for those that use the guns, and maybe even the spears. As a Vanguard it would be useful to be able to see more and have that extra quarter second of being able to feel the blade hit me. If I could feel the blade sooner, than I could jump back, preventing the worst of the damage. It would be a large help to also be able to see more, or I guess recognize more. Now for Intelligence.
Lesser Scholar: You have achieved Intelligence 50. You are able
to learn faster and gain Minor Telekinesis (See Skills List)
+25% Learn speed (Side note: Does not include muscle memory), Minor Telekinesis
Scholar: You have achieved Intelligence 100. You are gain Photographic Memory and the ability to identify other’s strongest stat.
Photographic Memory, Minor Identify
Interesting, this could be used for so many things, but first I would have to search up the Minor Telekinesis.
Minor Telekinesis: Allows user to move anything that weighs a
Kilogram or less, in line of sight, in radius of meter, and isn’t fixed to the ground.
(Technics are born with this ability or a stronger version of this)
It kind of sounded pathetically weak, but it would have its uses. I could move an incoming weapon, or maybe even move something attached to the enemy to move him off balance. The last stat to research was Wisdom. So I went back to the stats description and scrolled down to the Wisdom stat.
Lesser Sage: You have achieved Wisdom 50. You are able
to identify and process info much faster than most.
+25% thought speed, +25% Sight
Sage: You have achieved Wisdom 100. You are able to
See calculations and solve them easily.
+25% Thought speed, CalculaMind
I did a quick search about CalculaMind. It was exactly as it sounded. It made the user’s mind see the calculations of objects casually. For example, it you looked at an arch, it would analyze it and the user would just know the angle, the material (if the user knows about the material), and even the amount of pressure exerted on the keystone. All of this didn't make the user more intelligent. The user had to know everything before hand, but this allowed the user to figure something they could have anyway, faster. To figure out the pressure exerted on the keystone, the user had to know the weight of the material, the strength of the gravity, and other similar factors.
I closed the windows of my research and headed to the mess hall. It was still an hour before dinner, but I just sat down against a wall and thought about my stats. I eventually decided to get my strength and place the rest of my stats in intelligence. I really wanted to get Telekinesis. I suspected that Minor Telekinesis evolved into standard Telekinesis, then into greater Telekinesis, but I didn't know. I just thought that it would be cool awesome if I could lift up the enemy’s weapons and launch them at each other. As I was entertaining the thought of battles like that, my squad arrived individually. We chatted for a while before we got up to get the food.
Hugin, as always, got four plates and was already contemplating going back for more. He was the other Vanguard in our group, and you could see that just by looking at him. He was literally a walking mountain. He was massive, with muscles much larger than my head. During Basic, everyone called him GiantKin, because he looked like he was at least sixty percent giant. In some of our battle drills, he used duel shields and bashed through the enemy lines. That may not seem impressive, but our shields weighed ten kilograms, and during training, they were twice that. He carried twenty kilograms in each hand, and could, and would, sprint faster than most others. He was currently the strongest man I had ever met.
Dubon, was walking closely behind Hugin. He always walked behind him because Dubon was always reading on his tablet, and didn't look were he was walking. Dubon could still see Hugin over his tablet, and Hugin automatically cleared a path. Dubon was one of our MidGuard, and was a Technic.