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Oozaru [x10]
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Jul 23, 2024 17:07:03 GMT
Post by Athren on Jul 23, 2024 17:07:03 GMT
With Athren's short break finally giving him some energy and assisting his muscles in relaxing. He slowly rose to his feet. Of course, this was completely on his own terms because he was ready and not because Callion was demanding it. He stood as tall as he could with his posture slightly leaning down on his left side as the battle damage he had sustained had kept his body hurting, even if he got passed the initial soreness there was points of pain that made standing there hurt.
Athren shook his head, he didn't have the same beliefs that Callion did when it came to pride. This very well might've been simply due to the fact that Callion was an Elite while Athren had remained a low class saiyan. Pride wasn't about how you displayed yourself after a battle, it was about how you felt about yourself after a battle, that you stayed true to yourself and fought until you no longer could. It was something much deeper than a physical action, especially one such as standing.
"That isn't the case at all, defeat is an outcome that all of us are going to face. It doesn't matter whether or not you stand up after the fact, defeat is defeat. What matters is your mindset afterwards, how you carried yourself through to the end, how you stayed true to yourself even in the face of defeat. That.. that's pride." Athren muttered before his brow arched curiously. Callion didn't know of the tournament? Hell, he even seem to be rather caught off guard by the whole thing. That was strange, Athren had thought that the King was advertising it.
He paused for a moment, making sure to select the right words in regards to this event that was hosted by Earth. "I can't tell you if it's going to be worth our time or not, but the Earth is hosting an Intergalactic Battle Royale tournament. Warriors of all races and planets are welcome to join. Last fighter standing gets ten thousand Zeni. " Athren took another short pause before going on to explain the reason why it was happening. Or at least, the little he knew about it. "It sounds like they're doing it in effort to increase relations throughout the universe.. Idiots are probably aiming to have peace talks because of it." Athren shrugged casually, it sounded like a stupid idea in his opinion. Let's host a fighting tournament in order to negotiate and promote peace.
When it came to the question of the Kings knowledge, Athren would nod his head. "The King is well aware of it, he's even given those who join rules of engagement. He's got his eyes on Earth and I have a feeling we'll be going there in the near future to conquer it. He wants us to go and win this little tournament, he demands no less than a saiyan victory. Though he doesn't want us killing anybody. Just display saiyan might and scout out their fighters.. after Namek and Cereal, I don't blame him for being a little more cautious."
With Callion asking about numbers, Athren couldn't help but shrug his shoulders lightly. "As far as the number of us going, I haven't a clue. My squad all wants to go and there's probably a few other saiyans signing up but other than that, I've got no confirmation on how many of us are going for sure. All I really know is I've been training for this tournament, I won't accept anything less than a saiyan victory. I'd be damned to let anybody else win a tournament like that."
While Callion was cautious about the intention of the tournament, Athren wouldn't even think twice about it's actual intended purpose. He didn't think that the Earth would be involved against some plot against the saiyan race for that was just far too risky for them. They would more than likely take too much collateral damage if a plan was unfolded and the Earth was attached to it. While part of going to this tournament was to scout to see the capabilities of their warriors, the rumor had been that the Earth had been weak with little to no fighting force. They had a military but the power levels of most had been near nothing. They didn't have the power to fend off the saiyans and they wouldn't be so dumb to make themselves a target on a race that was known to conquer worlds.
"I highly doubt this thing being a trap, I doubt the Earth would try to make enemies of us. It'd be bold and stupid of them and if turned out to be a trap, one saiyan with a power ball technique in the group of our participating fighters would put the Earth at risk of being wiped clean of life. The risk is far higher than any reward they could receive.."
Athren couldn't help but think that Callion was wrong in regards to not being ready for this tournament. He was a strong fighter and knew what he was doing and the Earth was never known to produce strong fighters. They might've had the rare and occasional one show up but most of their planet was nothing. Earthlings relied on technology and weapons of war instead of using their own fighting abilities. They were an insignificant race compared to the saiyan race and they'd pose little to no threat to a saiyan. If the saiyans would go into the mighty Oozaru transformation, then there would be nothing the Earthlings could do except for pray that a powerful fighting would show up to defend them. Either way, that was unlikely.
Athren just hoped that after this tournament that the King would give the order before they left. He didn't want to wait, he didn't want to return to Vegeta. If he was already there, he could've simply started to conquer the planet and save the New Saiyan Empire time and resources. They'd have the manpower, they might as well have used it.
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Jul 23, 2024 22:28:15 GMT
Post by Callion on Jul 23, 2024 22:28:15 GMT
Callion listened intently to Athren's explanation, his stern expression slowly giving way to contemplation. The notion of an intergalactic tournament hosted by Earth was intriguing, albeit unexpected. The thought of a battle royale where the strongest warriors across the universe would gather to test their mettle sparked a fire within him. But Athren's explanation of the King’s cautious approach and the rules of engagement added a layer of complexity.
Callion took a deep breath, feeling the lingering soreness in his muscles from their intense sparring session. The realization that he needed to become even stronger gnawed at him. He could not afford to be complacent, not if they were to represent the Saiyan race and potentially pave the way for future conquests.
"Ten thousand Zeni," Callion mused aloud, a slight smirk forming on his lips. "A paltry sum compared to the glory of victory and the honour of our race." He looked at Athren, noting his determined stance despite the visible pain. Athren's words about pride and the true essence of being a Saiyan resonated with him, albeit begrudgingly. There was truth in what Athren said about carrying oneself with integrity and determination, regardless of the outcome. “Then again, I suppose such Zeni would come in handy in financing training equipment for future Saiyan Warriors, and improve the life quality a little…”
The male Elite-Class Warrior sighed. "Fine," Callion finally said, his voice firm. "We'll follow the King’s orders. We will participate in this tournament, scout out their fighters, and show them the might of the Saiyan race. No killing, but we will not hold back." He paused; his gaze intense. "You and I will train harder than ever before. We must be at our peak if we are to claim victory. We will push ourselves beyond our limits, and we will emerge stronger for it. This tournament is an opportunity, not just for glory, but to prepare for the battles to come."
Callion’s determination solidified. He knew they had a long road ahead, but the prospect of proving themselves on a universal stage was a challenge he relished. "Let's not waste any more time. We start our training immediately. We’ll forge ourselves into the ultimate warriors and ensure that the Saiyan race stands supreme." Callion pondered Athren's words, recognizing the logic in his argument. It was unlikely that Earth would take such a monumental risk by setting a trap for the Saiyans. Still, he could not shake the nagging feeling of caution. The stakes were high, and the Saiyans could not afford to underestimate any potential threat.
"If your squad is going, then we already have a solid number," Callion replied, his voice thoughtful. "And you’re right about the risk Earth would take if they were plotting something against us. Still, we should be prepared for any eventuality." Callion felt the weight of his own words. He knew that his current state of power, although formidable, was not enough to ensure absolute victory. The realization that there were many unknown variables in this tournament pushed him to accept that further training was essential.
"We’ll have to keep our guard up," he said, more to himself than to Athren. "We can’t assume Earthlings are weak just because of their reputation. There might be warriors who have remained hidden, or those who have trained in secret. We must be prepared for anything."
He glanced at Athren, appreciating his unwavering determination. The older Saiyan's resolve to secure a victory for their race was a driving force that Callion found commendable. It reminded him of his own warrior ambition, a relentless pursuit of strength and glory.
"You’re right, Athren. We cannot accept anything less than a Saiyan victory. This tournament might be the perfect opportunity to test our limits and exceed them." Callion's thoughts shifted to their training regimen. It would need to be rigorous, pushing them beyond their current capabilities. He envisioned a series of gruelling exercises, combat drills, and perhaps even some strategic sparring sessions to refine their techniques.
"We’ll need to ramp up our training," he said firmly. "Not just physical conditioning, but also tactical drills. We must anticipate every possible scenario. If we are to represent the Saiyan race and pave the way for future conquests, we must be at our absolute best." Callion’s eyes met Athren's, his expression one of determination and resolve. "This is our chance to prove ourselves, to show the universe the might of the Saiyan race. We’ll train harder than ever before, and when the time comes, we’ll ensure that no one underestimates us again."
Callion's mind was racing with the preparations they needed to make. He knew that ensuring their readiness for the tournament on Earth required more than just rigorous training; they needed to plan the logistics of their journey meticulously. "We'll need a ship," Callion said, his voice steady with resolve. "A ship equipped with a gravity chamber for training. We must continue to push our limits even during the voyage. The gravity chamber will allow us to increase the intensity of our training, making us stronger and faster in a shorter amount of time."
He started to outline the plan in his mind, thinking through every detail. "We'll also need ample food and supplies. The journey might be long, and we can't afford any disruptions in our training or recovery. Nutrient-rich food, medical supplies, and anything else that will keep us in peak condition." Callion paused for a moment, considering the challenges they might face. "We'll need to be prepared for any scenario. If this tournament is legitimate, there will be warriors from all over the universe. We can't underestimate any of them. Our training must include various combat strategies and adaptability exercises."
He looked at Athren, seeing the same determination mirrored in his eyes. "We'll coordinate with the King to ensure we have the best ship available. One that can sustain us throughout the journey and provide the necessary facilities for our training. This is our chance to prove our strength and secure a victory for the Saiyan race." Callion's thoughts turned to the practical aspects of their plan. "We should also gather intelligence on Earth and its fighters. Any information we can obtain will give us an edge. We must know our potential opponents and be ready to counter their strengths."
With a determined nod, he concluded, "Let's get to work. We have a lot to prepare, and time is of the essence. Together, we'll make sure we are ready for whatever comes our way. Victory is the only option." Callion turned towards the nearest communications console, ready to relay their requirements and begin the preparations for their journey. He knew that with meticulous planning and relentless training, they would be ready to face any challenge the tournament might present.
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Post by Athren on Jul 24, 2024 0:38:20 GMT
With Callion mentioning the money, Athren couldn't help but shrug once more. It seemed neither of them had really cared for the money. While it would've been nice to fund some better training equipment for oneself, a saiyan victory would've been so much nicer. Athren wanted to display the full power of the saiyan race on a stage that would draw the eyes of the universe. He wanted to show the universe that the saiyan race was the most powerful and deadliest race to exist amongst them. It wouldn't be an easy task and there might've been more training to do but somehow Athren had felt confident that they'd manage to get the win but that might mean working together in some shape or form. With this tournament being a battle royale, there was no mention of single combat. From his understanding, you could gang up on somebody and now while Athren wasn't the type to gank somebody, he'd have no issues avoiding targeting other saiyans until the very end. He'll, he'd even save a few from elimination if given the opportunity.
"It isn't about the money, I couldn't care less about it. There's going to be a lot of eyes on this tournament and given it's intergalactic advertisement I wouldn't be surprised if it's broadcast to every nearby planet that has a participant. I want the universe to see a saiyan standing as the last man with a display of saiyan might leading up to it. We may not be able to kill anybody but we can damn sure make a mess of things."
Athren wasn't going to be kind of nice during this tournament. He wanted a full display of saiyan power, he wanted to display what they were capable of and how vicious they could truly be. The pain they could cause, the unstoppable force they were capable of. He wanted this tournament to be an advertisement, a warning to the rest of the universe and he was going to make sure it was one that hadn't been taken lightly. The PTO had been pushed back and out of their system, Namek was conquered and so was Cereal. Those who heard news of all that would've known the might of the warrior race but for all those who didn't, Athren wanted to put on a show. He wanted fear to strike the hearts of the spectators at home, he wanted to be their nightmare.
Though Athren couldn't help but chuckle at Callion when he stated that they had to start training immediately. That's exactly what Athren had been doing since he got out of the healing pod. He hadn't stopped training. The battle of Cereal had him all fired up and he was pushing himself harder than he ever had before. He was determined to avoid another loss like that and he was damn well determined to ensure saiyan victory in this little battle royale. Nothing was going to slow him down at this point. "You're already behind if you only plan to start training now, I haven't stopped and I don't intend too until the day before the tournament." The day before the tournament would be a day for rest and relaxing. Even though he was determined to keep pushing, he knew his body and mind would need rest before the real challenge started. He wasn't going to lower his chances of success by going into the tournament with a tired and fatigued body.
The numbers going was something else Athren didn't really care for and he hadn't been keeping up on the amount of saiyans going. His squad had interest and as far as he knew they all signed up but he wouldn't count on them all going. At this point in time the only confirmed saiyan going was himself. Of course the other saiyan's might've said they were going but until they were in that tournament ring or location, he wouldn't confirm them as there. No matter how many or how few saiyans actually went, he was confident in saiyan might. If he was the only one, he'd still aim to make sure a saiyan was the victor. Personal victory didn't matter here, he didn't care if he was the victor of the entire thing or not. He just needed a saiyan to win. That was the goal, that was the prize and it meant so much more to him than the zeni ever could.
"You're given the Earthlings too much credit. I think most of them are going to be weak, fodder and unable to provide us with a proper fight but I do believe we may bump into a few... abnormal earthlings. It seems as if every planet has them, however.. We'll clean them up and we'll win. "
While Athren did believe the word about Earth being weak, Cereal taught him that even the weakest of planets had warriors capable of defending themselves against a saiyan. While it might've been no different for Earth, he doubted that they'd be able to match a Cerealian. There was little to no worry for Athren and his training was going to be more than enough to support this mindset for when it came to the battling itself, he'd come out on top if any Earthling stepped up to the plate to face him.
With Callion mentioned preparations, Athren had already been on that. While he hadn't made the purchases yet, he had selected the exact ship and equipment he wanted on board. The only reason he hadn't purchased all of it was simple, he didn't quite have the funding yet. While he knew he could afford the ship and the food and supplies, he knew the ship would lack any training equipment. His priority was getting to Earth well fed and that's where the money would go. Of course, if Athren had managed to have more expendable money in time for the trip to Earth, he'd equip it with the best of the best for training gear.
"As far as preparations go, I've already got my eyes on a ship with the supplies awaiting the go ahead. That won't be an issue what so ever. If you're looking for a ride to Earth, I'll have some space but I can't promise you a quick return trip. Depending on what happens on Earth, I may stay a few extra days to truly investigate what that planet is about." Athren paused for another short and brief moment as he went on to talk about training supplies.
"However, when it comes to training equipment.. That may be out of the budget for the trip there. I'm trying to secure the funds for that but currently, haven't had any luck but I do agree, a gravity machine on board the ship for the week long flight would be more than beneficial for us and would almost solidify a saiyan champion by the end of the tournament."
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Post by Callion on Jul 24, 2024 9:35:18 GMT
Callion absorbed Athren's words, his own thoughts mirroring the desire to showcase Saiyan supremacy. Athren's relentless drive and determination were commendable, and Callion appreciated the shared sentiment about the importance of their race's reputation. Standing tall, despite the lingering fatigue from their intense sparring session, Callion's mind was already strategizing. Athren's confidence was infectious, but Callion knew they could not rely solely on bravado. They needed to be meticulous in their preparation. "You're right, Athren. The money means nothing. It is about showing the universe what Saiyans are truly capable of. We've conquered worlds, and now we'll conquer this tournament."
Callion's eyes narrowed; determination etched in his expression. "We need to ensure we're in peak condition by the time we arrive. We will need a ship equipped with a gravity chamber to push our limits during the journey. The King's best scientists and engineers can prepare it for us. I'll personally see to it that we're provided with the best training environment possible."
He paused, considering the potential obstacles they might face. "You're right about one thing – we can't underestimate anyone. There might be anomalies, stronger fighters among the weak. But that is what we are here for. We'll crush any resistance and make sure the last warrior standing is a Saiyan." Callion's mind was already calculating the logistics. "We'll need to coordinate with the King, secure the ship, and gather the supplies. I will handle the arrangements. You focus on your training. We cannot afford any distractions. Every moment counts."
Looking at Athren, Callion could not help but feel a sense of camaraderie… Which was extremely off-putting considering this was a conversation between an Elite-Class anda low-class, but if there was one thing that made Callion stood differently from the others, it was his intelligence and pragmatism; making compromises to ensure victory not just for Planet Vegeta, but for the entire Saiyan Race. Despite their differences in class, they were united by their shared goal. "I'll also make sure we're informed about the other participants. Any intelligence we can gather will be an advantage. We'll know our enemies before we even step into the ring."
With a determined nod, Callion concluded, "Let's get to work. We have a tournament to win, and the universe will witness the might of the Saiyan race. Victory is our only option."
With that, Callion reached his hand up to his scouter and began to type on a series of commands, ready to relay their requirements to the King's staff. He knew that the path ahead was filled with challenges, but he was confident that with their combined efforts, they would emerge victorious.
As Callion continued using his Scouter to relay messages, he listened intently to Athren's plans. It was clear that both of them had been preparing in their own ways, and the combination of their efforts would make their journey to Earth even more formidable. The mention of Athren's ship and the potential for additional supplies and training equipment caught Callion's attention. "You're already ahead of the game, Athren. That is good to hear. I will gladly join you on your ship, and I can help secure the necessary funds and equipment. With both of us pooling our resources, we should be able to afford a gravity chamber and any other training apparatus we need."
He crossed his arms, considering their options. "A week-long flight is a valuable window for us to push our limits. If we train under intense gravity, we will be more than ready for whatever Earth has to offer. I will see what I can do to acquire additional funds. There are always missions and tasks that pay well, and I have some connections that might help expedite the process." Callion's mind raced with possibilities. They needed to be strategic and efficient in their approach. "Once we have the ship and equipment sorted, we should also plan our training regimen carefully. We will need a mix of strength training, endurance, and combat drills. The gravity chamber will accelerate our progress, but we have to be smart about it."
He nodded, a determined glint in his eyes. "And about staying on Earth after the tournament, that's a sound plan. We need to fully assess their capabilities and the potential threat they pose. I will support you in that. If we find anything unusual or any strong fighters, we can report back to the King and decide our next move from there." Callion took a step back, preparing to set their plans in motion. "Let's coordinate our efforts and finalize the preparations. I will handle the funding and equipment, and you secure the ship and supplies. Together, we will make sure we are more than ready for this tournament. The universe will witness the true power of the Saiyan race, and we’ll ensure our victory."
With a determined nod, Callion turned his attention towards his communication scouter. "I'll get to work on my end. We'll meet back here in a few hours to finalize everything. Victory is within our grasp, Athren. Let's make it happen." Callion took a moment to gather his thoughts before addressing the fellow Saiyan one last time. He recognized the importance of their alliance and the potential it held for the upcoming tournament on Earth. With a deep breath, he spoke with a tone of resolution and camaraderie.
"Athren, it seems that this is going to be a very interesting cooperation between you and I, and I believe our combined strength and determination will make us an unstoppable force. I hope you are more than ready for the intense training we will have together, because I will not tolerate weaknesses. We have a chance to show the universe the true power and might of the Saiyan race, and we cannot afford to let this opportunity slip through our fingers."
He paused, looking directly at Athren, his expression serious but filled with a warrior's pride. "I am committed to this mission, and I will do whatever it takes to ensure our victory. I understand the financial strain you are under, and I am prepared to offer the necessary funds to secure a gravity chamber for our journey. This investment will not only benefit us both but will also increase our chances of dominating the tournament."
Callion extended his hand, a gesture of solidarity and trust. "In return, I ask for your invitation to accompany you on your ship and train alongside you during the voyage. Together, we can push our limits, hone our skills, and arrive on Earth in peak condition. Our training will be intense, but it will prepare us for any challenge that comes our way."
Should Athren accept the handshake, the elite-class Saiyan smirked at Athren. With a firm handshake, Callion continued, "Let's make this journey one for the history books. We'll train harder than ever before, overcome every obstacle, and emerge victorious in the tournament. The universe will witness the power of Saiyans, and we will ensure our legacy is remembered for generations to come."
As he released Athren's hand, Callion took a step back, a determined glint in his eyes. "I have faith in our abilities and our resolve. Together, we will achieve greatness. Until we meet again in a few hours to finalize our plans, train well, and prepare for the battle ahead." With that, Callion turned and walked away, his mind already focused on the tasks at hand. The future of the Saiyan race and their victory in the tournament depended on their efforts, and he was determined to make every moment count. This cooperation with Athren was just the beginning, and he was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead with unwavering resolve.
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Jul 24, 2024 19:51:41 GMT
Post by Athren on Jul 24, 2024 19:51:41 GMT
It was nice to know that both of them had the same mindset regarding the money. Neither of them had really cared about it. While it would've been a nice little bonus for their efforts, it didn't matter to them. The thing that mattered the most was saiyan victory and that's what they needed to accomplish. That's what they had to set their sights on and train for. That was something of true value, that was something that would've meant something to them and their entire race. It had far more value than ten thousand zeni. Not only would this be something valued by the planet as a whole and all it's warriors but the warrior that actually won it, might've even earned some more respect amongst their peers. The saiyan race may have acknowledged it firmly depending on the strength of the opposition.
Even through Athren's explanation of him gathering the resources for their trip, Callion had still seemed eager to make sure that the King would provide them with the best of the best. Now Athren didn't like this for he liked to earn things his own way. He had a ship in mind and supplies awaiting his confirmation. All he really had to do was say the words and have the funds and it would be secured. He wasn't exactly going to argue, if this guy wanted his own method of transportation that would've been fine too. It just would've meant that Athren had more room in his ship for himself and that wasn't exactly something he was going to argue with. After all, if he could secure a gravity chamber he wanted it for himself, he didn't want anybody getting in his way and distracting him from training and getting to be far stronger than what he was.
Though it had appeared that after further explanation, Callion's mindset went with the cooperation factor. He indeed wanted to come with Athren and help organize everything to make sure they had it all prepared. It would seem Athren might have a training partner for the way to Earth and that would've been a massive benefit to them both. They had been nearly on par and could push each other past their limits and in turn make each other stronger. While the lack of space was a con, this side of it was a pro. Athren wouldn't argue or complain with an opportunity to get stronger, after all he was a saiyan and he wanted to chase power to improve himself. He also wanted to make damn sure that when they got to Earth they were ready for anything that came their way. He didn't give a shit whether it be a Frost Demon, Earthling or a Namekian, he was going to eliminated everybody else from this tournament and solidify saiyan might throughout the universe. This was going to be their time to shine, this was going to be a stage for them to display their power and all other races would be irrelevant on this intergalactic stage.
With Callion extending his hand after offering financial aid, Athren extend his own and met it with a firm shake. "You've got yourself a deal and I'll save you a spot on the ship then, and we'll be damn sure to win this thing." It seemed as if the deal was now solidified and Athren and Callion had a partnership moving forward. Though hopefully when it came to the tournament themselves they'd find themselves working together as a team to eliminate everybody else first.
They needed a saiyan warrior standing at the end and that meant cutting down everybody first. If Athren and Callion could work together to make sure that they remained until the end, the rest of the tournament participants would have a very hard time knocking them out and if one of the saiyan warriors going to Earth had the power ball technique, it would almost be impossible to remove Callion or Athren from the field of play.
This partnership may be temporary, but it seemed as if it was all in place to promise a saiyan victory and Callion had made it very clear that was all he wanted. He almost seemed to be over thinking it, wanting to over prepare himself for what was to come and while Athren couldn't necessarily blame him, he couldn't help but think that it was slightly over kill. There was no way that the Earthlings would've caused that much trouble for them and caused them that much difficulty but in the end, being over prepared was much better than being under prepared and with a few days left before they had to leave the planet, time wasn't exactly in their favor.
Moving forward Athren was going to hold up his end of the deal and get his preparations out of the way and if he in fact needed the funding, he'd take that when they met again shortly but for now, he'd go off to see what he could pull together and make these confirmations on the deals he had lined up. Who knows, maybe he wouldn't even need Callion's financial aid to sort this all out.
After all of that was done though and everything was set for them to leave Vegeta, Athren would put all of his focus on training and getting stronger while he still could. If his ship was advanced as he hoped, he would be able to train on the journey so his training wouldn't stop. He could keep pushing himself hard in order to get that last boost in preparations for the fight. As the tournament date had grew closer, Athren couldn't help but feel more and more excited. He knew that he was going to blow off some steam and have some fun. One hundred fighters gathered in a single area. This tournament was going to end up being chaos and he was ready to bust some heads. He'd cut down some weak ones before finding a real fighter to scratch the itch of battle.
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Post by mynnie on Jul 25, 2024 2:24:27 GMT
Name: Athren Previous PL: 32,383 PL Gained: 17,105 New PL: 49,488
+2 TP Previous TP: 5/12 New TP: 7/14 Previous Zeni: 11,001 Zeni Gained: 7,510 New Zeni: 18,511 -1 Pre-Workout Mix
Name: Callion Previous PL: 39,404 PL Gained: 15,038 New PL: 54,442
+2 TP Previous TP: 5/13 New TP: 7/15 Previous Zeni: 14,724 Zeni Gained: 6,941 New Zeni: 21,664
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