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Xernatus isn't super familiar with a lot of things anymore; even Xerneas himself did not go to modern towns or other settlements very often, and only heard about it all secondhand. Grudgingly, he followed, but seems self-conscious about the stares... Silver only vaguely recalls it, saying that...

"...I think I won't be taken for a fool, Brisa," Toffee said with a modest giggle. "You had me down easily. I don't recall making a single scratch on you! ...Why do you look so roughed up, dear?" Truffle came flying in next, but he stopped midway, like he wasn't sure how to approach. There was...

Most of Team Spectrum and their Ultra Shades floated behind Diyem as dark phantoms. As nothing but silhouettes, similar to Wishkeeper, they were both weightless and bodiless, but still audible to one another and to, of course, their host. A few, such as Bahamut, were still taking on physical...

"Mmnn... oooh... that... What happened?" Toffee blinked herself awake. Whatever strange energy had taken her over, it was gone, now. "Oh, I must have lost... I don't remember doing much of anything to you, Brisa. You're just so strong!" She seemed to have trouble standing.

Logging many, many words written and also published 14,138 words for Special Episode 8. Changing around Owen's perks: Getting: Augmented, Tireless (and Determined) to replace Lithe Stance and Second Chance (and Guardian Stance) Deep Focus to replace Hyperactive Wind Up, Tough to replace...

"Alright, alright." Soda waved his hand. "I promise, no shooting Cibus." ...It sounded like he meant it, at least in the moment. Buffet nodded and ferried Dave back home. It was a long, tense silence, like he was afraid that Soda would hear him... But eventually, Buffet spoke. "I'm... I'm sorry."

Soda cocked his head to the side. "Right, that's right. Still gotta help Maple and all that. Sure, you go and do that. I'll be up here waiting, alright? Heh... don't keep me waiting too long. Can get kinda boring up here with just the Unown and crap." But he was at least letting him go.

"SKRAAAaaaaaa..." The cry faded out with the final Blacklight explosion, splitting apart the land and leaving Toffee in its wake, unconscious. And this time, the vitality sensor was properly down. "And that... seems to be..." Incineroar tip-toed over to Toffee to check. "...it! Toffee is down...

"Aaaah!" Yet another shriek, and this time it looked like Brisa had truly hit her mark. Incineroar stared up at the vitality sensor again, watching the bar for Toffee rapidly deplete, and he held his breath this time. He didn't really know. He saw it rise a little, then fall again, just near...

The onslaught continued, Toffee swooping down to clash against Brisa's barrier, destroying it outright, followed quickly by another flurry of blows. "My goodness... It seems that Toffee has found her second wind! But it doesn't look like her attacks are doing very much! Could this be the end?!"...

Everyone. I have received word from Pop that the Tree of Life has little time remaining. We have done all we could to prepare: tomorrow, we strike. Xernatus has approached me as well, and he will be assisting me. With luck, we can turn the phantoms against Maple rather than have them stand idle...

And that, just briefly, gave the smiling Zoroark a wavering pause. "I, eh... Well, hey, everyone has a change of heart now and then, y'know?" He laughed a little, pulling his hand back. "I guess I felt like Cola was better off there, is all. Who knows why?" Soda made another shrugging motion. "I...

"I dunno. You tell me. Maybe we can just hang out, stare at Cibus from far away, y'know, stuff like that. I mean, you won't have a body, since this'll just be through here, but hey! I'll make sure you can float around and watch with me. No biggie." Soda held out a hand.

In that single hit, Toffee was sent spiraling away, even after the incoming onslaught whiffed from Toffee flying so far back from the initial volley. The audience made various "Ooh"s and "Oww"s at how outmatched Toffee seemed to be. How had this been approved?! And yet... the vitality sensor...

Toffee cawed again in surprise and fell back, flopping limply on the ground. Incineroar uncertainly announced, "A-and that seems to be the end of the match, folks! Toffee is--uh--..." The vitality sensor went bac kup. In fact, not only did it go back up--it was back to full. "Hold onto your...

"Grabbing the world, duh!" Soda said with another toothy grin. "C'mon, once everything's all set, all I need to do is go down there and claim Cibus and boom, reality won! After that I can uhh... What was I doing again? Oh, right, my mate and my old world and stuff, yeah. That." Soda nodded...

"Oh, uh..." Owen scratched under his chin. "It's nothing important. I think it's just a little awkward, you know, with Soda and all. I don't have anything against him or anything." And, despite everything, it looked like Owen was telling the truth. Perhaps he was just trying to avoid any...

The audience watched with mild interest, but they weren't sure why Toffee was there. Was Brisa trying to train her? Or was there some hidden talent that had yet to come free...? "I'm... I'm not weak, you know," Toffee said. "I made it to the Guild... for good reason! Don't underestimate m-me...

"Ah!" Toffee chirped in surprise, not expecting such a devastating blow. "Y-you're strong..." She'd never expected to face someone with this kind of foreboding, powerful presence. Now that she was up close, trying to strike... "But we're in front of a crowd, aren't we?" Toffee said, panting...

"Of course!" Toffee said, looking nervous, but she tried to push that away. "I'll do my best!" Then, with a firm nod, she rushed Brisa and spread her wings, cawing out a great battle cry. "Take this! Peck!" Toffee used Peck, taking out one Protect shield!