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"It don't have to be all that matters," Brisa replied, evenly. "You could be mad about it if'n y'wanted. Or even just that trick they pulled at the end there on you. I'm just sayin', it'd be fair enough if you felt hoodwinked an' bushwhacked an' whatever."

The silence between them that lasted through the loudest part of the storm, where tree cover was thinnest, gave Brisa time to think. She'd already contemplated much of late. The Blacklight, the coming end, her own feelings on the Miracle fight... Koa would have his own feelings, and she wasn't...

Flesh, a guzzlord, was one of those ultradimensional beings that grew stronger with each felled opponent. Sprout and his display screens called it 'Beast Boost'. There was no chance Brisa could survive this onslaught. Starr, maybe. But if Brisa wasn't around for Flesh to get the boost... The...

The big guy didn't even want to fight. Man... But he obviously had something coming for them, and they had to deal with him one way or another. But Starr could barely move, and it was taking every ounce of concentration to keep the shadows at bay. She had to rest. Just a little bit...

She could hardly tell what was best, what was needed. A stray thought – try to stagger him, throw him off his game? Okay. More hits, don't go for the soft points. Her head hurt like hell, by wind and by weather. Goddamn...

Brisa yowled under her breath at the sheer disarray she had to somehow muddle through. All her tactical preparations were fucking moot in conditions like these. All her focus, all her inner fire, and the best she could hope for was that she wouldn't hit the foe so hard she careened into...

"You will," said Brisa, with total confidence. "Are you kiddin'? After knowin' yer counterpart fer a year, and seein' how yer teammates think of you, I got the feelin' you'll have friends and allies wherever you go." She really did believe that completely. And believing it so hard... That made...

Brisa hyped herself up with rapid, angry breaths. Hyperventilation could act as a mild painkiller, and this was gonna hurt. Goddamn. She filled her limbs with energy, and made a dash towards Soda.

Brisa beamed at Owen. Hard to tell if she was warming so fast to the guy because despite reminding herself constantly that he wasn't the same individual charizard she knew and loved, she still thought of him as her best friend on some level . . . or because different timeline and experiences...

The world was a blur. Where were the enemy? She couldn't get her bearings. Her skull split open at the thought of using a status move. Her limbs rebelled. Her friends, were they okay? What was the plan? Fuck, fuck, she needed to keep her head, needed to concentrate... She heard Dave shouting to...

"I do my best, but it's not like I got the experience or skills fer that kinda thing," mused Brisa. "I get people into the trainin' grounds all I can, give instruction, an' so on. And I tried t'get folks to attend therapy, but I don't recall havin' much luck there. I see the need, though, and...

Brisa nodded along, listening carefully, tailtip tracing patterns on the furniture. "Sounds like we have at least a thing or two in common, I guess," she conceded. "Fella had a word or two t'say to me 'bout his predicament of bein' on this Cibus, neither one self nor the other. If he's an...

"Reshiram?" Brisa's ears went up. "Motherfucker's 'close to Reshiram', y'say? Gods' teeth, Owen, I don't think I've heard a more ironic thing this side of last winter." She shook her head clear and tried to elaborate. "Like I said, I didn't get the full assessment of him or anythin', but he...

Brisa made a low whistle. Sprout's commentary and the giant display screens indicated a horrifying fact: Flesh was immune to their attacks in entirety. Owen hadn't been kidding, huh. Well, better focus on Soda first, then. She'd stop the fucker in his tracks if she could help it. Dude was fast...

Brisa hid a roll of her eyes behind a swig of light cider. "My best assessment of that fella, and I don't pretend to understand him all that well, is that he's gotta hold the world and all in it at a distance. More'n that, if he ever tried t'be earnest, if he could even manage it, it'd fuckin'...

Brisa blew out air and hummed. "Y'know, I'm confident my gal Luz will be okay, but it'd be good to actually know. Or to have a way to get in touch someday." She grinned at Owen. "You'd probably like her. She's one optimistic motherfucker."

Brisa smirked to herself. "Probably the same shit I pulled on you, if I know her." She imagined her Owen would handle it better. Guy had more chill. And would be more likely to see it coming, too. He was still kindof an idiot about intimacy, though, bless him. "He'll be fine," she said...

Brisa gave Owen a brave smile. No need to burden the cheery fella with the full context, really. "I'll be fine," she assured him. "I can handle anythin'." And hadn't she? Cibus' basic principles had been alien to her on arrival, but she'd integrated as well as anyone, survived everything the...

Brisa nodded. "Best of luck retainin' the growth ye've achieved in yer time on Cibus. I'm..." Wishing everything will suddenly be different the next time someone calls you 'feral' t'yer face. That you'll have it in you t'stand up fer yerself without gettin' mad, givin' 'em cause to call you...

The standard setup would do just fine, like she and Starr had practiced countless times. This was Dave's fight, in a way, given his bond with Soda, but it would be fought and won by all three of them. And against opponents like these, she could take no chances. A growl thrashed inside her...