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So here they were. Finally facing the boss-man himself. Beating him was probably impossible. Probably. But Starr's colo partners were nothing if not stubborn. "Yeah, if you said you were holding back, I'd think you were sick or something," Starr replied, cracking her knuckles as shadows...

Starr took a few seconds to process what Palkia had said--putting meaning to the words felt like trudging through mud. "'Where he should have gone a long time ago'...?" she mumbled. "The hell is that?"

Starr blinked, and then immediately squinted as her eyes weren't ready to look at things just yet. Her head felt like it was in a vice. Everything felt blindingly bright. She could sense movement nearby. She twitched her tail just to see if she could. "Fuuuuuuck... did i get him?"

"God fucking damn it MOTHERFUCKER--" Everyone else was too far away. Starr only had a few seconds to act. And literally nothing mattered more than reaching that goddamn bastard before he could make it through--!

Oh, you motherfucker-- "'Already won'?" Starr echoed with an incredulous laugh. "That's some bold shit-talking coming from the guy who looks like he's about to keel over." And she was feeling good as new after Astrid's last wish, too. Still, something told her to act cautiously. He'd been...

Starr was just barely hanging on. Fortunately, she didn’t have to hold on for too much longer. Astrid going supernova was the cue. What Starr didn’t expect was for Astrid to address the crowd like that. Well, it was where he was drawing his power from… right? (What was with that look Silver...

Starr rolled her eyes with a particularly exaggerated flair. "God, I'm gonna barf." Not falling for it, though. Astrid could punch Giovanni's face in since her attacks would go wide. Starr had to keep her focus on Silver or he'd knock her on her ass while her back was turned.

Starr eyed Giovanni suspiciously, eyes flickering toward the audience stands. Just what the hell was he doing with the crowd? She growled with irritation as his words seemingly sank into her being, loosening her strength just a bit. They couldn't afford to drag things out. Had to ramp things...

Starr let out a derisive snort. "Nah. I think I've worked out enough shit while I've been on Cibus. I just felt cheated when I found out you weren't even at our supposed throwdown way back when . Would've been a missed opportunity." She flashed a 'can you believe this guy?' look to Astrid...

Yeah, this was gonna be a weird one. Starr stood alongside Astrid, and facing them down on the other side was... Silver and Giovanni. Her alternate universe twin and father. The first time she'd be fighting either of them as they actually were, selves and memories intact. Would've been a...

Astrid excitedly approaches Starr with the idea of fighting Silver and Giovanni in the Colosseum. Starr finds the idea amusing, but isn't too sure whether they'd go for it. She asks Silver if he's cool with it the next time she runs into him at home. For Giovanni, she leaves a formal request...

Starr threw an arm around Brisa’s shoulder. “Last chance to show what we’re made of—that thing won’t know what hit it.”

Starr closed her eyes contentedly. "Oh, I know you can, but whether you will is a whole other thing. I've gotta be there to be the bad influence, you know."

Starr closed her eyes with a bit of a smirk. She grabbed Brisa's paw and said. "You better. Otherwise, I don't know, I'd probably have figure out how to come check on you, and whose ass I'd need to kick to make things decent for you."

Starr eyed Sombra carefully. “That’s… good. That’s good. And look—if this was like something you’d had your heart set on or whatever, you don’t have to let me stop you, I just…” She trailed off, tail swishing in the sand. “I just want you to fucking like you.”

Starr dug her elbow into Brisa’s shoulder. “Funny, that’s not the way I remember it.” But it was good to think back on it as just some kind of fun detour before what they had now. So there was a chance Brisa might go for it, then. Become Zeraora. Live the life of a lonely guardian. “I'm...

Starr kept her eyes on nothing in particular, drifting from the grass to the clouds to the tree, saying nothing. Man... why did it always have to be like this. All that pain and misery and suffering and behind all of it, there was always just... someone hurting. Just once, Starr wanted things...

Starr glanced uncertainly at Brisa. Much as she wanted to just leave that thing to the others--she'd finished, she'd done her job--if Brisa was going, then... "I'll go with you," she said. No clue what they'd find when they went in, but... whatever. They'd be able to handle it.