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"If I wanted, I could claim someone here and bring them with me. They could be lost to my Voidlands like any other spirit. But I do not think I should do that. It would not be received well. Good luck with... whatever you're doing."

Owen nodded. "I think that makes some sense, if humans are weaker. Pokemon can definitely handle more, I think..." He sighed. "It's too bad. I can't imagine being so vulnerable."

"If it's normal in your world, maybe that's okay," Owen said. "That means you guys have a society that can adjust to it, kinda like how Cibus does. I think on average, people in Cibus are more battleheart-like than people in my world. I kinda like it, but... they're still tolerant. I heard that...

Sword smashed into the Substitute and weakly tackled it to the ground, puffing again. She couldn't lose like this... not after all that! But her body wasn't listening anymore. Her tail flopped weakly behind her, emitting a purplish-pink flame. Incineroar watched for a short while, then glanced...

"No!" Sword snapped, staggering to her feet. The rocks fell to the ground, as did the spikes that had been floating around her. With another annoyed grunt, Sword pointed at Starr. "You... can't beat me that easily! Watch!" She ran forward, too tired to fly, and swiped--it was an easy dodge...

"Tch--I knew you'd do that!" Darkwhite shouted, catching Shield before setting him on the ground nearby. "Did a bit of an exchange, huh?! Well, guess what? I took Brisa down first! So that means I'm taking you down NEXT!" "Watch this! My ultimate attack! The Anti-Starr Rockfall Barrage!"...

Wishkeeper kept up, but foresight alone wasn't enough for Mia. This time, she had a clear shot, and the slice made the Substitute split in half completely. Wishkeeper seemed to smile. "Maybe," Owen said. "But... that's something that'll have to happen at home, not here, if they find a way to...

The barrier broke away in a flash of light which decayed into a fine mist. Shield and Sword took breaths in sync with one another, but Sword looked different this time. Her body... While it was covered in fur and still had a psychic aura about it, it had changed. Great wings spread wide...

Owen laughed a little. "It activates by external stimuli. A trigger energy. But I don't have it here, so it's just something mental now, no physical presence. Back home, it's a physical presence. I asked Breaker about it, actually, and she didn't find anything to fix with her methodology."...

This time, her blades connected, and the doll lost some of its ethereal stuffing before the wound seemed to slow its 'bleeding.' It was a good shot, but not a lethal one. "I don't," Owen said. "Not anymore. I was... it was to keep me from hesitating on a mission. But..." He sighed. "It's not...

"Hah! You guys didn't even hurt me that... t..." Sword finally opened her eyes to see what had happened. Shield was on the ground, flames slowly going out on his back. He was collapsed over her in a position that suggested he'd blocked the hit. And then came Brisa. She saw Shadows--she saw...

"Ha! An opening!" Sword giggled and made a mad-dash forward. "Gh... Be careful, Sword...!" Sword was gloating again, looking frantic and reckless. "I did a ton of hurt that time!" "Sword, wake up!" Shield shouted, but Sword was laughing again, gloating. So much so that her guard was down...

"That's true," Owen said. "I would. If I never changed back to normal, then I'd just be happy with what I did and mindlessly fought. I never cared when I was that way. But once I was back to normal--because that's eventually what happens, with this kind of condition--it... destroys...

Sword bristled. "What do you mean, already lost?! We've got you hanging by a thread! You don't stand a chance! Watch, I'm gonna beat Starr right now!" "Sword, don't fall for it! Brisa's the one they're trying to protect!" "Fat chance! Look at all those barriers! I bet Starr's swishy as hell!"...

"Ngh...!" Shield stepped back. Sword yelped in surprise, stopped only because Shield caught her in his arms. "Sword, are you okay?" he asked the Mew. "...D... damn it! How'd they hit me so hard?!" "It's--it's okay. You're okay." Shield growled. "Ha, of course I'm okay! Now, watch this, I--"...

Wishkeeper was faster this time, weaving to the left deftly despite his size. His embers flickered, taunting Mia; feints wouldn't work on him. This was a matter of pure speed and agility. "That's the scary part," Owen said. "I could still make decisions. It's just, the only decisions I wanted...

Owen nodded, taking a seat against the wall before gesturing for Wishkeeper to continue. "They gave me a state of mind where, if I switched in just the right way in my head, I wouldn't... hesitate to attack a target. I would attack, attack, attack. Battle mode, I guess. That, combined with my...

"No," Owen said. "I think that's maybe an extreme battleheart thing, maybe. I don't think it's this thorough like in my head. I was, uh, I went through some modifications in the past that changed how I thought in certain ways."

Cal frowned. He was just trying to get her to go away. How much did Bahamut know what he was doing was the wrong path, and how much did he try to justify it was the only one despite that? Still... he wasn't going to change from her words alone. She could only hope someone in his world could...

"Gah!" Shield skidded across the arena, tumbling until his chest spike got caught in the dirt, halting his flight. "Urgh..." "Shield!" The false Incineroar looked back, but then readied another volley for Starr. "No! Attack Brisa!" Shield called. "You can't damage Starr as well!" "Grr... What...