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Owen pointed at the hotdog wrapper and a golden light appeared around it. He pulled with a flick of his claw, and then pulled the Protected wrapper with a flick of his claw. Then, like a magic trick, he grasped the Protect orb, and when he opened his palm again, it was gone. "You guys...

The strikes took away Diyem's protective shell with ease, but the moment it broke through his barrier, rather than see Diyem himself, there was something else that got in the way. Something that had been hidden behind that barrier. A flash of someone all too familiar. Smaller, though. A...

"Usually," Owen said, sighing. "I guess she just really wants to get the upper hand against me before I have to go. Then she'll only be able to wonder if she can beat me one day..." He chuckled. "But it wouldn't be right if I threw the fight to her. ...Then again, she'd probably know if I did...

And then a massive Flamethrower blew past Starr, giving her hotdog a slight reheating, as Cal went flying past her in a crumpled, gooey heap in an empty bench. "Fucking cheap shot!" Cal snarled, kicking what might have been her legs as she dislodged herself from the crevices of the park bench...

"An amazing display of power!" Incineroar cried. "Diyem looks like he took a real hefty blow from that one, but it seems like his vitality is only down by a third despite that! Amazing!" "Nrgh..." Diyem snarled, glaring at Astrid in particular, and then at all of them trying to endure against...

Electricity snapped through the air upon impact and Diyem parried the rest of Brisa's followup with a grunt. "Hmph!" he shook off the crackle and folded his wings back. "That will be the best strike you land." Conjuring a haze of darkness, he glided toward Brisa with his warhammer held high...

"It's finally happened, the match so many have been speculating about for so long!" Incineroar announced, waving his arms about theatrically. "Team Spectrum versus their dark leader, the powerful and reformed Dark Matter of another world!" Diyem huffed, arms crossed, as Incineroar hyped them...

Silver shook his head. "Nah." He glanced at Dialga, then Palkia. "They worked something out. Thanks to this world being so disjoint from ours, we can safely... go home." The arena was cleared out; it was a chaotic fight, one with strange outcomes, but in the end, the audience saw it as yet...

Dialga chuckled. "Nothing to worry yourself over," he said. "The important thing is that he won't be a problem anymore." Palkia whistled and wandered off, carving a portal in the air to leave before anyone else could question him. "...Oh, that reminds me," Dialga hummed, "we still need to get...

Ionys nodded. "Yeah, yeah. I won't." And this seemed genuine, one way or the other. "And if there's anyone who can manage stuff like that and know what to say, it'd be Diyem, huh? He probably knows all about that. So... Yeah. You can at least go back with some peace of mind."

"Aah." Ionys waved dismissively. "I'll do what I can. Guess I'm gonna be Uncle Ionys for Mia now and then. Wonder if I can get my head around her mindset, see if there's a way to nudge her into acting... uh, you know. Normal. Should probably get to that sooner than later before she matures...

"Yeah, I'll do that," Ionys replied. "And don't forget, she's got the King of Darkness keeping her in check, too," he added with a smirk. "How's that for good influences?"

Ionys sighed. "Once Maple starts working on restoring Telum, I'm gonna be stuck there for a while," he said. "No going around that. I'm probably not gonna be very tangible, either. Or... visible. Or... maybe anything, if restoration gets intensive..." There was a ghost of doubt in Ionys' eyes...

Overall with Koa, the Legends seem very receptive to him. Some were apprehensive about his attitude, but the fact that he helped save the world a few times gave him enough credibility to take audience with most of them, at least the ones that were available. Deoxytwo found him to be strange, but...

"Flesh is learning Terrestrial," Ionys replied with a proud grin. "We've been having lessons for a while, y'know. Hey, Flesh! What's some of your favorite things?" Flesh made some growls, trying to adjust his mouth, and then said, in broken Terrestrial, "LIKE... FOOD... I... LIKE... HUGS..."...

"I will," Truffle said weakly. "And I agree, Icetales... But I... I really do need to rest," he said, and this, based on where he was and what Zinc had told them, was true. Maple deflated a little, sighing. Some tension went away. "That's good to hear, then," she said, and then laughed. She...

"You certainly did," Joule said cheerily, his voice back to normal as he set her on the ground. They were still in the arena. "Starr, that was... incredibly reckless," Maple chided, "But... at least we suspected something like that was coming. Didn't we?" She glanced behind her, where Dialga...

"Hmm." Owen nodded, weighing his options. "I could go for something like that. Want to go and set something up before it's time to head home?"

Owen brightened. "I'm ready," he said. "As ready as I'll ever be. Cal's going to be okay. She's worried about all her siblings, just like I'm going around making sure my friends are fine. Guess she took after me after all, huh?"

"We are," Owen said, "but... it wasn't always like that. When we came to an understanding of each other, I think that's when we had our... turning point. I think we both became better through that. Maybe I was projecting a little." He glanced at the bag, but then noticed Rocky standing...