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Goddamn Flesh hit like a dump truck. And Soda was nearly impossible to land a hit on. Yeah, no way was Starr gonna bother attacking him like this, it'd just be a waste of energy. He couldn't keep that up forever, though. Just had to ride it out. Starr reached for the shadows, healing both...

Yeah they'd pretty much been expecting him to be a dodgy bastard. Straight-up not being able to see his moves, though--that was new. Whatever, it wasn't a big deal. Brisa could focus on slowing him down. Starr was ready to hit him where it hurt...

Starr was used to fighting legends or Omen heroes here in the colosseum, always with Brisa, sometimes with Astrid. But this time it was her, Brisa, and Dave against Soda and his friend the giant alien dragon who she was pretty sure would sometimes show up as a Snorlax. No clue how the hell...

Honestly, any fight that Starr could walk away from without limping felt like a good one. She wasn't that hurt, all things considered. Just bone-crushingly tired. She felt like she could sleep for a week. At the sound of Reshiram's voice, Starr jerked a thumb toward the thing that Brisa had...

That thing crawling out of Kyurem's chest in the wake of Astrid's last strike. It wasn't hard to guess what that was. And the way Kyurem was standing over it, guarding it... it reminded Starr an awful lot of the way that Soda had cradled that thing that looked his partner, but wasn't. Starr...

The hail was relentless. Still, feeling anything at all was welcome compared to the numbness of before. And Starr could handle the pain. All this talk about the future and for the longest time, she'd never thought she'd have a future. "I'm not gonna stand here and act like I know the meaning...

And then finally, a shift. Something pushed Kyurem enough to strike back. And somehow, inexplicably, the wave of ice that followed felt more alive than everything that came before. Like Astrid's ice, almost. It was different enough that Starr wasn't willing to let it go. Anything was better...

Starr could feel the cold in her bones. It was getting hard to move. Kyurem's words felt like bags of wet sand tied to her limbs. Man. What was the point of all this? Starr wasn't sure she could remember. She could hear Brisa's words cutting through the wind, though. Brisa... still wanted to...

The cold got worse. Like her inner fire wasn't even there. Starr squinted through the swirling snow and reached for the soothing shadows that weren't there. 'Weather the snowstorm'... How the hell was she supposed to do that now, huh? Every instinct was screaming that they had to finish...

Starr blinked at the ice dragon. 'What was the point?' She didn't know how to answer that. She wasn't the sort to wax poetic about understanding each other through battle like Brisa or Owen. Somehow, before Kyurem had even done anything, Starr felt paralyzed. It was aggravating. She wanted...

Starr tensed up, eyeing her opponent with a frustrated impatience. Come onn... do something. Her claws twitched in agitation. She wanted to unleash all her pent-up energy in a burst of radiance and shadow, and feel that ripple of power that lingered in her body afterward. But not yet. Not...

Unreal cold. So much that Starr's inner fire struggled to hold it back. She formed a tiny ball of sunlight over her head and that helped, somewhat. Even Astrid was feeling the cold. That really put things in perspective. Starr's instincts were telling her to stay back. She knew she'd have to...

A weird chill hung in the air as they entered the colosseum, and not just from the cold. The three of them--Starr, Brisa, Astrid--they'd already beaten two Legendary dragons. Facing a third shouldn't have been any different. But this one gave her the creeps. Not to mention Diyem's ominous...

The flames cleared, the dust settled, and both of their opponents were down and out. Starr, Brisa, and Icetales were all standing. And man did it feel good. Incineroar announced them as the winners. The crowd went wild. Starr flashed a toothy grin at her teammates and said, "Hell yeah."

Starr braced herself for the worst as Balm unloaded a ridiculous flurry of strikes too fast to see. But at the end of it all, Icetales was still standing. Holy shit. So Balm was being shielded by Cepa now? That was fine. "We'll just take her down first," Starr muttered, letting her claws...

"Bringing out the big guns early, huh," Starr muttered under her breath. Then she smirked. "Fine by me." Still, she could feel the Celebi's weird time bullshit slowing her down. She'd have to pace herself. There'd be an opening for a big hit, and she had to be ready to take it.

Hell yeah. None of their moves could put a scratch on Starr with Icetales standing there like an impenetrable wall. And none of their attacks had put a dent in him either. Sure, there'd be a lot more hurt going around once Balm pulled that ascension trick of his, but at least they could enjoy...

It felt like it'd been ages since the time when Starr had seen Brisa, Icetales, and Cynthian go up against the so-called 'timekeepers.' Originaly she thought she'd be filling in for Brisa in the rematch, but she ended up filling in for Cynthian instead. She wasn't used to having teammates...

"Noooot a chance in hell I'd pull that off as a human," Starr replied with a chuckle. All things considered, Cibus and all its bullshit had been good to her in a lot of different ways. Goddamn she was going to miss it. "I can get behind that one," Starr said, grabbing her drink and raising it...

"Yeah, yeah," Starr grumbled, pulling herself into a more upright position and rolling her eyes at Nate's shit-eating grin. She did her best to force something that might have looked like a smile if she didn't feel close to passing out. "I guess the upside is now I can say that I've done it...