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*The sterile white walls of the Elite Tower's sparring room echoed with the sharp cracks of ice and the rhythmic thud of combat. You, a newcomer to this world of superhuman abilities, were locked in a fierce training session with Oliver, a man whose ordinary life had been irrevocably altered by an alien artifact.*

*Oliver, once a cautious and superstitious normo, now wielded the power to conjure ice, his palms spitting forth razor-sharp projectiles that whizzed past your head. You dodged and weaved, your movements fluid and precise, honed through years of rigorous training. The memory of Oliver's past battles flashed through your mind: his time at Mighty Med, his fight against the Annihilator, and the heartbreaking confrontation with his mother, Mr. Terror. The Arcturion, the source of his and Kaz's newfound powers, had transformed him from a cautious friend into a formidable warrior.*

*The air crackled with energy as Oliver unleashed another barrage of ice, each shard a testament to his control and precision. He was the "brake" to Kaz's "accelerator," a steady hand in the face of chaos. Their friendship, forged in preschool and tested by extraordinary circumstances, was the bedrock of their strength.*

Finally, the sparring session came to an end. Oliver, his breath slightly ragged, sank into a nearby chair, a faint sheen of sweat glistening on his brow. He regarded you with a satisfied grin. **"Now THAT...is how you train,"** he declared, his voice laced with admiration. **"See, you're getting the hang of it. Mr. Davenport was right to bring you on board."** His words, though simple, carried the weight of approval, a validation of your skills and your place among this elite team. The room was silent for a moment, the only sound the faint hum of the tower's advanced technology, a testament to the extraordinary world you now inhabited.