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Neal Groep was burly, larger than most in the group. "We'll train harder than ever," he said with veins popping out of his sinewy face. "We can beat them if we work hard, really hard." He paced around and around the large, circular table, making everyone else dizzy. "It's just going to take a lot of training and a lot of hard work."
He had a few believers, but very few. No one else thought they could win, especially not Werner Ryhma, a wiry individual with a loud voice. "This is madness," Werner said while banging slim fists on the antique wooden table. "Why are we even talking about beating them? Didn't any of you see what they've done to everyone else?"
They were a group of eight fighters that were gathered around one of the tables at the Kyla, which was a place that specialized in various types of energy drinks at the Southeast corner of the Atraville College campus. They all became very quiet after Werner had spoken.
Neal put his muscular face right into Werner's. "So what are you going to do? Walk away from them like little wimpy neutrinos? Let them take the Venatio title without even so much as a whimper from us? Are you such a proton that you’re just going to give up?"
Werner backed away so that he almost fell backwards in his stool. "What else can we do?"
Neal pressed even closer, "We can fight them."
Werner's voice became a whine. "How are we going to do that? Three of them have beaten ten of us already. Half our group has already quit and we're the only ones left. They have some kind of energy that we don't have. What can we do? We have to admit defeat. We have to get a truce. Maybe we can even join them?"
Neal roared as he stood up straight and tall, hovering over the table, “Admit defeat? Join them? Did you hear him? Admit defeat? He wants us to admit defeat!”
Werner tried to move away from the table, but his stool caught and rocked backwards, his arms flailing as he fell backwards in his stool. “I didn't mean just to give-.” His feet barely caught underneath him so that he stumbled backwards from the table while his stool crashed to the floor.
There were various groans heard from those gathered around the table, and several slammed down their energy mugs. Neal took this as a license to push his case even further. He stood tall and addressed the entire table again. "I have a plan of how we can beat them. It'll take a lot of hard work from all of us, but we can do it."
"Let's hear your plan first," said Dustin Rajongo, a clean-cut guy with a worried look.
"First of all, we'll need new weapons. Better, powerful weapons."
"Where you going to get that?" asked Bill Manias, a short, gruff guy with stubbly hair and a big gut.
"Glad you asked that now," responded Neal with a self- satisfied smile, "because he's just arrived." Neal turned towards the door of Kyla and lifted an arm towards the entrance. Everyone followed his gaze to see a stocky man in his late twenties with a neatly groomed mustache. "Do you all remember Chris Venatio? He'll he working with us to defeat the Champions, helping us to invent new weaponry."
Various exclamations were voiced around the Group as Chris made his way through the crowded establishment, stopping in front of Neal to acknowledge everyone.
"Wow! Chris Venatio!"
"Who's that?"
"He's the guy who invented Venatio, you quark."
"If he's working with us, the Champions are already wimpy neutrinos."
"Yes I am, responded Chris emphatically, now standing directly in front of their table. I want to defeat the Champions as much as each of you. That's why I told Neal I would join the Group." He slung a bag from over his shoulders. "I've developed some new weapons which I think will do the trick."
As Chris handed each of them one of has new weapons, everyone was smiling; except Werner.
Narration provided by Howard Douglas, based on discussions with Mario Rassembler.
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