Owen sat cross-legged in the ship's cargo bay with his eyes closed and his Breathing slow. His CE core pulsed at 312, his ambient absorbtion of energy at the Veridian Crossing had now hit a Plateau.
He replayed the Korr fight in his mind. The feint that made Korr flinch, the 30 CE punch to the thigh and the 60 CE finisher which was efficient but not perfect. He counted the wasted CE; a few points on feints that didn't land, a few points on dodges that could have been tighter.
Every point matters now from on, he couldn't just be wasteful as he was with mana. The scope of his fights had increased now and his choices were limited by his tier.
As his mind reeled, the cargo bay door hissed open. Gorvax entered without knocking, His robed form cast a long shadow across the deck.
"Your next opponent is different from korr" His voice was flat. "Not a patient counter-fighter, this is a berserker."
Owen opened his eyes. "I'm gonna need more detail than that, sensei"
