Degei listened intently to Madoc's, Elyas' and Vulker's insights on facing the Greenskins, his eyes reflecting a blend of respect and curiosity. There was a certain wisdom in the Astartes' words, earned through harsh experience, and Degei was eager to absorb it into his own understanding of warfare.
"Your wisdom resonates deeply, Brother Vulker," Degei acknowledged, his tone sincere and appreciative. "The Greenskins, for all their brutish appearance, possess a cunning that makes them formidable. Adaptability is our greatest asset in facing such adversaries."
Pausing briefly, Degei contemplated the strategic implications of Vulker's counsel. "Indeed, we must anticipate their ever-shifting tactics and guard against their unpredictable maneuvers. Stagnation invites defeat; we must remain agile and dynamic in our response."
With a solemn nod, Degei continued, his voice lowering almost to a whisper as he reflected on a troubling memory. "Above all, we must remember the purpose of our mission, and not succumb to the thrill of battle for its own sake." He recalled a haunting image of a fellow Brother consumed by unchecked ferocity, a cautionary tale of losing oneself in the heat of combat.
Thoughts of Brother Jurgei surfaced, his absence weighing on Degei's mind. "Where has Brother Jurgei vanished to?" he wondered silently, troubled by the unanswered questions surrounding his comrade's sudden departure into the hands of the Zadyin arga.