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Brisa narrowed her eyes and grit her teeth. Truffle... Truffle had to yield if he was past his limits, right? And he had to be by now. C'mon. She'd hit him hard enough already. "Truffle, it's a sporting match, not a goddamn fight t'the red end," she growled. But the fight continued. Stubborn...

Truffle muttered to himself, troubled by something Brisa's sharp ears couldn't quite detect. Perhaps it would only come to light after the battle, perhaps it was something she could address now. In any case, she had an opportunity, and she intended to take it. Gods, she was tired. Fucking wards...

Quite the defensive network. Nothing she couldn't break through with a little effort. And since she'd got a sense of how tough Truffle really was, Brisa could afford to hold back just a little longer... "C'mon, try'n keep up with me!" she cried, mostly for the sake of the crowd's hype. "If you...

So, this was how Truffle fought? Brisa specialised in striking for critical damage in the blink of an eye, but his guard was too sophisticated even for her eye, and extended over the entire team. She'd have to wear him down to open up an opportunity. And to even get that opportunity, she'd need...

Brisa blew a long breath and crouched into a running start. Something told her this moment wasn't just a bit of fun for her opponent after all. Perhaps she'd find out exactly what soon enough, but in the meantime, she had to be on her game. "You got it," she drawled, before racing off in a...

Brisa practically jogged onto the field, raising her zeraora-form's arms to the usual cheers. The tone was a little different now, so soon after the fight with the Blacklight Eternal. Post-combat exhaustion was endemic in Destiny Village, and people wanted something lower-key. Well, a casual...

"Too fuckin' right," murmured Brisa, leaning into the hug. The two of them together were tough enough to take on gods. With Astrid, Owen, and a dozen other fantastic goddamn fighters beside them? They could take on anything. And there was no-one she'd rather have beside her for this fight...

Brisa chuckled. "I am a keeper of the peace back home. A ranger. Not an official one, though, and..." Why not? She could be a real ranger. Hell, a regional marshal. If she could fight the Eternal Blacklight and win, getting a goddamn badge was small potatoes, right? "Y'know what," she said...

"Yer the best fuckin' influence I've ever had," said Brisa, her smile wider than ever. "Nobody I'd rather have at my side when we fight that amalgamated motherfucker fer the final time."

Brisa felt half the tension in her body leave just from Starr's paw on hers. This always was Starr's way. Make a joke of it, threaten to kick ass, still manage to show she cared. Brisa wished she could make her lover understand how much it meant to hear stuff like that. She smiled, and leaned...

Brisa exchanged a look with her obsidian double. Be honest. Okay. "I think without my memories of Cibus, the 'me' I'm goin' back to bein'... She'd want it bad, if she could just convince herself she was halfway worthy of Ascent. The 'me' right here'n now ain't so sure, though, 'cause... I like...

Brisa purred contentedly at Starr's ribbing. It had been a long damn time since those memories had troubled her. Wild how things turned out. "Well... If nothin' here makes it back with me, I surely would," she replied, evenly enough. "But I've been thinkin' a lot about that, lately, an' I...

Brisa closed her eyes, got to her feet, and let out a breath that felt as if it were her first breath in a lifetime not taken as part of a fight. "Yeah. How 'bout we all get outta here." Back home. If only for a little while.

Brisa wet her lips, as aware of the rapidly-dwindling time they had and the weight of this encounter as she'd be of a naked flame against her paw. "You've mostly known sufferin' and pain so far," she said. "But there're good things in life, things worth endurin' that struggle so as you can...

Brisa had a good idea what kinda shit was going through Starr's mind right now. Sure, they'd never seen much beyond power-lust outta Giovanni, but most of their enemies in this long, long mission had turned out to be... Confused. Alone. In need of help. Not the kind of evil bastard you could...

Brisa took a breath of what might have been air, were this space made of matter, and slow sank to her knees, and then into a seated pose. A meditation position Owen had taught her, one that helped remind her that this was no battlespace, but something unprecedented. That word again... "We ain't...

Brisa winced. The critter really was a kid, huh? She owed that moonbat bastard a hell of a drubbing after this. "We're hopin' we can help you," she said, conscious of the tiny soul's guilelessness. "It's important to us. We don't want you t'be in pain."

So, this was the soul of that corrupted Eternatus? How many generations had it suffered...? And was that . . . a Tree of Life? It had hidden in one, only to be petrified and then sundered, before its long journey to this dimension. What did that experience do to a mind? Brisa padded closer...

Brisa rediscovered stillness in the aftermath of the combat. 'Combat' didn't really feel like the right word for it. What they'd overcome, what they'd achieved... It went beyond that. A struggle for the soul of one small universe, and the fate of many. By rights, she should be dead, or in too...

Oh, she would. She surely fucking would. Brisa climbed to the apex of the battlespace, and found her moment. With the blessings of two warriors so like her – Blacklight-wielders, tempered by duty and defiance, able to strike with bright intent and dark feeling – she could be a living bolt of...