“Some of you have earned special attention. You’ve fought harder, meaner or better than the others. Bradley, come here.”
He’s framing it as an honor that is given because the people picked are better, not because the other people are worse, if that makes any sense.
The bald man approached.
“Menja.”
Menja stepped through the gathered recruits to stand beside Bradley.
This is very reminiscent of what the Slaughterhouse Nine are doing.
“You two are going to fight. No weapons, no armor. Menja? You can use your powers, just a little.”
Oh wow.
I suppose it makes sense that the mundane mooks need to be trained in dealing with enemies that can use powers, too.
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