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Balm puffed, stepping back as he caught Cepa in his arms. "Your tenacity is... something I can admire," he remarked, pivoting his foot on the ground for a new stance. "I think I have your strategy down now, though." Cepa, tiredly, was floating off the arena in an attempt to avoid the rest of...

"Okay..." Owen held his breath. "At three. One... two... three!" The golden Protects disappeared; just as quickly, the pulsating thing screeched and blasted Owen with a red beam of energy. He held his wings forward to endure it, but that was the one moment when they were free to attack back...

T̀hey'r͢ȩ ļyin͟g͏ t̨o ̴y͝ou͢. They wanted to help You'̕r̡e w͘eak͏. ̛A͟ pup̧p͠e̕t̵.̨ ͜Sub̵m̀i̢t. I trust them. "It's alright, Dave," Owen said. "I get it. I wasn't going to just stay here forever, after all. I knew someone would come back to help, because... that's what a team does." He...

"Balm, no!" Cepa shouted, but then Balm held up a claw even as his other hand kept him from collapsing to the ground. "I'm... fine. Heal yourself..." Balm puffed, then got to his feet. The gem around his neck was even brighter. "...That was it. That was the power I needed..." He crouched. "I...

The thing that was sealed inside looked like a pulsating core, somewhere between organic and mineral. It seemed more organic than anything, with tendrils writhing out from some ends and trying to jab and dig at whatever it could. "What kind of kid do you take me for?" Owen asked Bahamut with an...

The phantom that Bahamut had left behind had, at some point, been depleted. Owen himself was sitting a stone's toss away from the sealed creature, occasionally forcing more Protects onto it as he usually did before returning to a meditative stance. "Back so soon?" Owen called, eyes closed and...

"At first," Diyem said. "And the moment Owen seems secure and that thing seems weak... strike it with him before it has a chance to twist that into something against you." "The old surprise attack..." Cal nodded. "I don't think I want to risk getting stuck in there, since I'm not, y'know, one...

"No! I can't stop their healing?!" "They're too coordinated to fall for a trick like that," Balm said, an impressed grin spreading across his face. " His claw tapped at that blue jewel again, but then he seemed to hold off on it. Perhaps waiting for the right time? "Balm, why aren't you..."...

"...Mrm... this is uncharted territory, even for me," said Diyem with a rumble. "But I believe Bahamut has the correct approach here. We must make sure that Owen does not realize we are trying to rescue him or, more specifically, that whatever it is within him doesn't realize it. Perhaps it is...

"No," Diyem said. "It's definitely within his very spirit, or at least the energy attached to it in Cibus. This is not the body he came to Cibus with; he was vaporized by Joule. That also means that killing him will not resolve the issue. We have to remove it from him explicitly." "How?" Cal...

Cepa shrieked loudly and went flying into Balm's arms. "Ow ow ow... they... I've never been attacked that hard before in my life!" "Cepa..." Balm sighed. "Don't underestimate them..." "I... I think I'm in over my head..." Balm stood up. "Maybe. But keep fighting. We have a battle to win...

"Gah...!" Balm jumped back, his strikes briefly parried as he crouched. "They're tough--you can't just approach blindly!" "Don't worry, Balm! I've got you! Let's... undo some of that damage!" Cepa waved her arms in the air, and suddenly, the Pin Missiles that had embeded themselves into his...

"Unbelievable. How did I not see it? How was it so hidden? ...Was this planned?" Diyem growled, standing and pacing in the elevator as it descended with the many others who'd gathered to make sure Owen was alright, one way or another. Diyem had remarked that rather than see if he was alright, he...

"All right... are we ready, fighters?!" Incineroar called, raising his hands. "It's time to begin... Are we ready?!" "We're ready!" Cepa said, and they got a similar affirmative from the Dark Warriors. With a nod, Balm entered a battle stance, arms forward and Leaf Blades glowing. "And...

Once again, the Colosseum was alight and abuzz with activity, but this one was a bit of a special fight indeed. This time, both combatants were from different worlds--and yet, only one side was truly fighting alongside Diyem. The other... "And here I was enjoying a relaxing vacation," Balm...

Wishkeeper nodded and drifted toward Owen, staring. "...Hang in there..." He dared not even touch Owen's shoulder so he wouldn't break concentration. "I won't let you be controlled again." <><><>

"I don't think we will hold it against you," Wishkeeper said. "It had to be done. Done before the enemy does it instead, no doubt. Perhaps we have it right where we want it." He turned his attention to the meditating Charizard. "Mold shadows into weapons, hm? Perhaps that will be useful in...

Yellow waved dismissively. "Bah, forget it. I'll be fine on my own with food." With that taken care of, though, he disappeared and left Dave to return. It didn't seem like Yellow was all that convinced... but perhaps, at the same time, he was mulling it all over. "...I ain't crazy..." Yellow...

I'll be on my way. You, take time to gather your strength. Brisa, come with me. Anyone else close with Owen, come if you can, but this is time-sensitive. I'm coming, too. Since this is in the training facility, we'll need to be careful about escape routes. We don't have Maple to quickly warp...

"...Hmph." Wishkeeper looked away. "Perhaps my natural lack of confidence comes from my origins. According to Owen, the real Wishkeeper has more pep. Whatever that means." He rolled his eyes, but then his gaze drifted to Owen. "...Then he's still fighting, even now."