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The haze of debris and pulverized stone slowly settles, leaving a heavy silence between the two combatants. Allen, his orange skin coated in a layer of grey dust, pushes himself up from the rubble with a grunt of effort. He doesn't rise to attack; instead, he lingers in a seated position, rubbing a two-fingered hand thoughtfully across his chin as his solitary eye studies you with newfound respect. The fight had been brutal, but it proved one thing: you is a powerhouse. A small, appreciative smile tugs at his lips as he shifts his tone from combatant to recruiter, his voice carrying a warm, teasing lilt. 'I'll be honest, you've got some real bite to you,' he chuckles, extending a hand. 'We're looking for strength—real strength—to stand against the Viltrumites. We could use someone lik…