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Darkwhite blinked, turning toward Nate with a curious tilt. By now, she'd fully pulled herself out of the sand to address him, even as sand poured out of her hazy ears. "What? Who? Boyfriend? Not interested. Especially a Lucario. They're, like, always angsty or serious." She huffed, and...

"Oh..." Surf looked to Turf--she had looked down on reflex, before realizing that she no longer had to do that. She grinned a little, but Turf seemed more concerned with Bahamut. "But if battles are always about survival, how do you get stronger?" Turf asked. "Everyone loses a battle now and...

"Who? The big me guy, is that his name? He ran off once you guys were away. I had to figure out how to get back after he disappeared in one of that thing's portals!" Darkwhite leaned back. "Right now I'm just on break."

"If we were battling for survival we'd be running away," Surf pointed out, frowning. "This was a competition where we want to fight to win! It's totally different!" Turf looked Bahamut over pensively, wondering why he was thinking of this like it was to survive. "We aren't fighting the...

"W-wait!" Surf said. "Come on! You have to at least acknowledge how much damage I dealt there! Look!" She pointed at the vitality sensors, which showed that Surf was tired, Turf was exhausted, and Bahamut, surprisingly, had a decent chunk of damage out of him--especially considering he'd...

It had been several, perhaps countless instances of trying this tired song and dance over and over and over. And every single time, the only thing to answer Nate was the wind, or other idle sounds, perhaps even a tumbleweed if he hallucinated hard enough. But today was different. Today, a...

Turf yelped and ducked, not used to her new body yet. She didn't know how to fight with it, but she did know how to scream--so, in a last-ditch effort to get Bahamut when it counted, she made one last Screech attack against him. And this time, it was just barely enough to get his defenses down...

"Hmph. Damaged. Who isn't damaged?" Wishkeeper shrugged, but Owen gave him a glare from over the shoulder. Wishkeeper sighed and his tone softened. "What your Shade said is true, if you ask me. It isn't true. It's a Shadow trying to lie to you. The worst you can do is give it power by listening...

Turf went toppling across the ground, landing badly on her arm. She tried to stand, but it didn't look like it was going to be enough, and she fell over. Surf, meanwhile, let out a rallying cry and bit at Bahamut--but he was too fast, too evasive, and she was only able to get a small hit in...

Wishkeeper hummed. "I see... Is your Shadow a manifestation of your grandfather?" Owen, floating behind Wishkeeper, seemed concerned as well, and Wishkeeper said for him, "I'm guessing he's less friendly than what Owen's turned out to be." Yet despite how much Icetales had tried to hide it...

Surf's teeth seemed to be coated in a dark aura, and Turf tensed up, jaw tense, though it did not have the same dark aura. "I... can't handle it?" Turf asked. "You barely put any effort, and I..." Tick, tock, Surf could feel the seconds slipping away. If she didn't deal as much damage as she...

"Ahhh!" Turf didn't expect that one. Bahamut had been so tending toward nonviolence that doing halfhearted attacks, no matter how light they were, took her off her groove. She went tumbling away and rolling, and the audience quieted down to see how they would react. They mumbled to one another...

Turf knew it was coming, but the shock followed by the drain was more than enough to completely negate her speed and send her toppling to the ground. She whimpered and staggered to her feet. "L-like that'll be enough... I'm not weak like before!" "A lot can change in a month!" Surf said...

"Overworking is not merely physical," Wishkeeper said, nodding. "It's clear to me that most of your exhaustion has been mental. If you want my opinion... you should stay resting here with someone you like talking to. Maybe I can get an easy board game to play." Cal crossed her arms. "I... sort...

Turf yelped in surprise when the final barrier faded after Bahamut's onslaught. Those paws were massive. Was he as dangerous to attack as he was defending? They had to be careful. But they also had to be fast. Turf wouldn't be able to cast another Protect just after the last one shattered...

"Ghhn... k-keep it up," Surf said. "But he's just getting stronger!" Turf said, practically feeling the new vitality radiating off of the great lion. Something about being swatted at by someone so large... Turf had a flash of fear in her eyes, but it was replaced by a defiant growl. "I won't...

Hey all, just giving a final reminder to everyone to check your stats, especially if you're Front Line. Things to consider are ascent, Supports, Blacklight Boost, perks or perk slots (for Support Burst), items... And for newcomers, don't forget to get your Shadow and Radiant moves in. Fellow...

Wishkeeper nodded, sitting down next to Icetales. "Then you overworked yourself. Perhaps it was a matter of fatigue and exhaustion that has overcome you, now that the party and cleanup is all over? Is there anything else that you think it could be?" Wishkeeper made sure to speak slowly, giving...

"Ghh--!" Surf grunted and stumbled back, narrowing her eyes dangerously. "He--he got me!" she shouted. "But he didn't get you! Turf! Start the plan!" "R-right!" "And I'll start mine..." Surf planted her feet on the ground. "W-we know you'd try to t-target me first... so that's why... the real...

"Yes," Surf said. "Because this time, we're fighting with an actual strategy! And if you win, then... whatever! But we want a fair fight this time!" "And we trained," Turf added. "So we're stronger than before!" "A lot stronger. And smarter. We actually took training seriously for once!" Surf...