[centre][u]David Pierce[/u]
[color=00a651]20[/color] / [color=00aeef]2[/color] / [color=ed1c24]8[/color]
[color=fff200]Energy: 10/10[/color][/centre]

The incredible display of pyrotechnics and sheer power which the Head Summoner used to annihilate bush had Pierce dumbstruck for a few moments. But once the party had regained their footing and the smoke had cleared his cynical self returned. The bush had been almost dead when the Head Summoner had finished it off, so the stated reason of them being 'too slow' must be a lie, Pierce reasoned. That move could have served two real purposes. One was that it was the punchline of the Head Summoner's little joke. Second was that it was a display of force, offhand in delivery though it was, intended to intimidate the candidates and make clear his own position of absolute power.

Regardless of the way in which the fight had ended, Pierce felt a strange sensation. He felt tougher, his mind felt sharper, and as he reloaded his pistol he could have sworn that he had walked in here with lower caliber bullets than he had now. The others in the party seemed to feel it too. This must be the work of the Battle Corp Combatant Creator process, incrementally improving the candidates until they reached the pinnacle of might.

And then the moment was over. Soon the next enemy would arrive, but they were ready now. "I hate to admit it, but I agree with the beserker," Pierce said aloud towards the box in the corner of the room, "You've had your little joke, and while we could fight inanimate objects all day I don't think that is what we are here for."

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Action: Rest and level up. Allocated 3 points to Attack, 1 point to Health and learned Showdown.