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Brisa chuckled. "As you'd have it, partner." The Colo screens and Sprout's amplified commentary indicated that she wasn't just gonna have to knock the bird out using tight combos, but repeatedly if she wasn't quick enough about it. Very well! She grit her teeth, and sparks flew. Putting up so...

It was only natural that having defeated one brother, Brisa should challenge the other. So here she was, eyeing an aspirant Ho-oh, her tail thrashing as she considered best practice for taking him out in one fell swoop. That was, after all, the advice Owen had given her. She intended to take it...

The glow surged briefly as their paws touched, and Brisa's feelings flowed out, unaccompanied by the usual searing, paralysing energy. Rather more of her feelings than she'd expected. You have a zeraora form, like me. You could be like me. You could understand what it's like. But you don't act...

"I get a li'l bit of 'em, if'n they're open or caught off guard, or more if they're tryin'," replied Brisa, wondering where he was going with this. She held out a paw, palm up, and the pads glowed a faint gold. "It don't sting or nothin', 'less I put effort in."

Brisa allowed herself a sigh as quiet as she could keep it. "I trust everyone to do their best when the time comes," she said. Luz gave her shoulder a light thump, and the two cats left the tower.

Brisa ran to the lobby in good time, to find Owen toppled on top of his poor shade. It wasn't all that sensible of Cal to even try giving him a paw, but . . . how could Brisa blame her, really? "C'mon, partner," she murmured to her friend. "Let's get you sound an' sleepin'." She shifted into...

Luz leaned into Brisa's field of vision with her very smuggest grin on display. "Alright, alright," grumbled Brisa, swiping at her badge's payment app. "Lay off, here's yer winnings." The shade chuckled with delight. "Why so grumpy? Didn't you put half yer savings on Owen winning?" "Yeah,"...

Brisa leaned forward in her seat and tightened her fist further. "They're worried," she muttered. "They normally take longer t'warm up." "Losin' confidence?" asked Luz, cocking her head. Her grin didn't fade. "Nah. He's still got this. Fella's full of surprises enough t'last a lifetime." In...

Brisa had got herself and Luz front row seats to this one. It wasn't just unmissable, it was a challenge she'd pushed Owen into taking on. She was goddamn invested. And at power levels like these, it'd be a spectacle! She didn't call out or cheer, she knew better than to contribute to the tide...

"Well, I dare say we're all at the height of our strength," drawled Brisa, tapping a claw on the ground. "I got my doubts as t'whether this li'l experiment has or will pay off in actual fact, but if nothin' else, it demonstrated that we're mighty stubborn in the face of long odds an' the...

Sure, 'til it hurts bad enough that the battle high ain't enough. Until you just keep fightin' bigger an' bigger opponents that knock you out so hard you can't walk right after. Until it kills you. An' you died, didn't you? And yet it keeps bein' worth it. 'Cause it's what makes you feel like...

Brisa nodded, and chewed on the thought over another mouthful of steak sandwich. Of the whole team, she was probably the most downright passionate about battle of all, that much was true. She had an okay handle on why she had those feelings, and not a bad grasp on what gave her those feelings in...

Brisa's tail twitched. "An' as a result of that, are we now expectin' to receive that power from Cibus when we fight the Blacklight in its realm...?"

Brisa raised a brow. "Did you even know I could do that, before the fight?" Perhaps Mergo had let the guy know. Or Aria, perhaps. She stiffened reflexively at being the conservational party with less information. A common feeling these days. "Anyway, what d'you wanna know? I'm a pretty open...

Brisa turned her head to see an exotic, yet familiar species approaching. That could only be the emolga fella from the Miracle team, in his alternative form. He probably wanted to ask about hers. Imperfect timing, all things considered, but she may as well humour the guy. Alright, then. "Is...

"Can't say as I greatly disagree with that," said Brisa, with a shrug. "Alright, well, trainin' don't stop. I expect t'see y'all in practice afore we head in." She grew quiet, the hackles on her neck prickling at the thought of another encounter with that entity, which most definitely had a...

Brisa raised an eyebrow. "This another one of those, 'realm without hope' situations? Don't bother callin' out to it, destroy it with extreme prejudice, an' all that?"

Luz grinned. "If that were true, then we have more'n enough slots to cover all our bases! We'd want Diyem, Eien, a godsquadder and a legend, I guess? With room fer another." Brisa scrunched up a cheek. "Is it true, though? Plus, we got some serious Blacklight strikers on the team already. Might...

"Resonance, huh? Y'mean in terms of how good our relationships are...?" Brisa scratched her chin. She'd bonded with many Cibus locals in her time in this world, but only four could come. Some would have more reason to come, some would have less to lose, and it was hard to tell who'd work best...

"We will," said Brisa, believing it. Another pawshake and a couple words of respect to Pita, and she, too, was eager to get some rest. But it looked good for the crowds, and she did want to leave a good impression on Team Gyro. Starr clearly needed a break, though. She'd done her shining best...