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Another day, another match. This one was apparently an important one for many, and not just Team Spectrum. Reshiram and Zekrom had taken time out of their schedules just to attend the fight and to watch how it would go--the first true battle Kyurem would have had since her fight against Team...

The impacts left half-circle shockwaves in the dirt this time that trailed all the way to the audience stands, cracking the stone. Cepa had been knocked away from the first volley, and Balm tried to crouch to protect against the rest, but was sent flying backwards by the combined force of...

As they left, Eien gently nuzzled Diyem's shoulder. "You did a good thing today," she said gently as the rest of the crowd dispersed. "Mmf." Diyem turned away, ignoring the Shadows leaking from his jaw. "...Thank you." "If there are any problems, I will keep an eye on things," Zygarde said...

Balm is Staggered! "Urgh..." Balm knelt down briefly, off balance. "Balm!" "No, don't undo it. It takes too much time!" Balm got back up. "They're outpacing us. We need to stop that healing, now." "But their wards... Nothing I can do will..." "Lend me your strength," Balm said. "I may use...

It takes some convincing, but it seems like Kyurem would humor Astrid on a battle with two others, just like her siblings. However, it seems like she would only be willing to battle once. This would make developing a strategy around her quite difficult. She didn't seem that enthused... Perhaps...

"N-nghh..." Balm staggered back, but nodded to himself. "I see how this will be... Fine. You're far stronger than before, but... that doesn't mean it'll be easy for you to win! Even as you get stronger, so will I!" "You go get them, Balm!" Cepa cheered, flying over his head as his new, steely...

"I wasn't too surprised to see you challenge us again," Balm said. The Sceptile wasn't hiding that divine aura about him this time, and the gear-like charm just below his neck shined bright. Floating next to him, Cepa giggled and said, "You know, he's been excited for a battle like this. Have...

In the stands, the audience seemed baffled at Astrid's strange way of fighting, rocketing around the field as if she was one of Chip's strange inventions. Her nebulous body blurred to the naked eye, even as Owen, watching with morbid interest, saw her destabilizing limbs move in whatever...

"What? Ha! An opening! What're you gonna do now?!" Chip declared a grand command. "All right, let's finish this off, huh?! Attack, attack! And... maybe some defending!" "Okay, now this is it!" Chip said excitedly. "We can win this if we just defend for a little while longer! C'mon, baby, show...

"...I feel like I walked into a bad trashy comic when you say it like that," Chip's voice echoed from within Mecha Arceus. "Okay, buddy! Take her down! And, uh, shield up, too!"

"Oh. S-so you can... break through that..." Chip coughed a haggard, buzzing cough. "But not until... my one last... creation..." He tossed the ball. And just as he did, reality itself seemed to distort around the strange amalgamation, and Chip once again disappeared inside the large creature's...

"Oh god, she did the thing!" Chip squeaked. "Uhh, ha-hang on, I have a plan for this! Time for my panic button!" The moment he pressed it, a thick barrier of blue energy surrounded him, and he buzzed tauntingly at Astrid from behind his shield while his mechanical minions continued their onslaught.

"It looks like we're seeing a more defensive strategy from Astrid this time!" Incineroar announced. "Could this mean a change in strategy for the battle ahead?! Oh! But Chip doesn't seem to have the same idea!" "Hey, hey!" Chip shouted. "Do you really think that's going to be enough to stop...

Diyem and Xygarde exchanged similarly stone-like expressions. "Then I suppose that will be what I do," Diyem said. "I trust you will handle the rest?" Zygarde nodded. "This should not be difficult. If it will raise morale for the incoming battle against the Blacklight, then I will do what can...

Zygarde looked at Dill, as did Diyem, awaiting that answer. "Even if you go back, or are resurrected for one reason or another," Diyem said, "there is a risk of being so offset from your friends and family of that world, due to them eventually dying all the same, that you may effectively never...

"It seems to still be there, but sometimes it takes time to fade, that's true," Zygarde remarked. "Hmmh... Zygarde, you would not go out of your way to point out these things if you weren't finding solutions," Diyem growled. "Get to the point." "Due to Dill's circumstances," Zygarde said, "it...

"Reassigned?" Zygarde asked. "Ah. You mean transferring realities, like what happened here, but more permanently." "Are you aware of the ramifications behind such a decision?" Diyem chided. "That's even to assume such things are going to be allowed. I'm on thin ice as it is for this crisis. The...

Zygarde looked through the badge a little longer, then looked at Diyem. "Are you aware of the classification of Dill's homeworld's spirit flow management system?" "Class-V ED E was my guess." "That seems to be accurate," Zygarde agreed. "This is not something that we would normally intervene...

"I've got a better strategy this time, is what I have!" Chip said, his body twitching with excitement and probably a few glitches. "Get ready, because this time I'm going all-out from the start!" Chip tossed several spheres into the air. One became a swarm of familiar Astrid heads, each one...

"A world with no spirit retention is quite common," Zygarde said. "Under circumstances like those, you will drift into the Overworld. This is easy to check." Zygarde produced his strange badge again, pointing it at Dill...