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There was movement back down on the improvised platforms. Shouts. Anger? Yeah, definitely anger. His time was pretty much out. Bahamut couldn't even lament the irony of how backwards this situation was from the whole ordeal with Darkwhite. Is this what it had felt like for his teammates? Stars...

Bahamut kept a tight grip on Shield, even as Joule paused and his core became exposed. He took a couple of cautious steps back. The blacklight streaming around Joule's body. A palpable sense of uncertainty to their foe's movements. If blacklight is a corruptive force... wouldn't the core be...

Explosions. Screams. Meteors. It all made it incredibly hard for Bahamut to focus. Especially since Esper was chittering in the back of his head despite being stuffed into his bag. Strafe left. No, right. Right! Meteors whizzed by him. A massive explosion in the distance. Arceus? If only he had...

Logging 2500 words written over the past couple of days. :V

Bahamut hefted up his prism arms to make his back more accessible. "Very well."

... or the team could just completely ignore him. Guess that was a sign that things were as good as they were going to get. They all had their connections. Bahamut had nothing. Nothing but a chance to make sure Maple and Cibus didn’t share the same fates as him and Etherium.

Turn 4: -Morning Sun on himself, Saltriv, Astrid, and Shiron -Toss both Vile Seeds? -Focus? Not sure on everything besides Morning Sun. Can defer to someone with a better idea.

There were a number of advantages to Bahamut's enormous size and psychic typing. Even in the Reverse World with the bizarre gravity effects Joule was making, Bahamut could largely tend to himself. Which is exactly what he was doing. Trying to focus on keeping the shield up while repelling...

During the entire exchange, Mew wound up falling asleep. Sighing, Nero levitated them up to plop them on their back. "You're welcome." Of course now was the part where voices were questioning if this was a good thing to do. And he had to fight the urge to scoff at being called hilariously naïve...

Why indeed. He got that question often but there wasn’t a perfect answer. Else he’d have committed it to memory. “I believe people can change,” Nero said. “Even those who are shrouded in shadows can be coaxed with a gentle touch of light.”

So, that was the catch, huh? "Never tell me the odds." Nero walked up to Lee. His cheek bolts whirred rapidly in their sockets. Pink turned to yellow. Yellow to a vibrant gold. Ripples of gold light fanned across Nero's head crests. His beak practically rattled in his head. Yes, his insides...

"Well, I can poke around your spiritual energy to see its relative composition." Nero's glowing parts shifted between pink and silver and a striped combination. "My boss and I... we can use light and Z-Power to mend tears in spiritual energy. It's not the most pleasant process, but it's worth it...

It sounded to Nero like Lee just needed his spirit patched up. While his core yearned to leap to this guy's aid, the rational part of him knew that was a bad idea. Not from the same world. The rules with spirits could work differently. ... but maybe there was at least something that could be...

Esper shakily lifted his head up. "H... ha! Is that... all you got, Glowstick? I've met... magikarp who Splash harder than that." "Stop speaking. You're disgracing the both of us," Bahamut growled, tail angrily flicking back and forth. "... hmph. 'Can you use that shield again?' Of course."...

Turn 3 -Magic Coat -Umbral Gambit -Max Elixir subject to change and whatnot

Nero kept a neutral expression, because parts of that explanation sounded eerily similar to Dark Matter. And a Dark Matter definitely existed in this world at some point in time. Whether it actually survived like his or not was another story, but still something he'd have to file away. "It...

Nero frowned. He wasn't exactly a huge fan of fights getting televised, but he wasn't going to openly criticize. Instead, he shifted from brown to a pensive gray. "I take it you're the type of person who gets a kick out of other people getting tremendously bummed out about something."

"Eh, I'm used to it." Nero shrugged. "My team leader's done a lot of crazy stuff that I may or may not have gone along with." He beamed. "I mean, there was this one time we took down a power hungry primarina by out-dueling him a sing off in front of a live audience." His fish tail wagged.

"Not if he's a zoroark," Nero said. "Seems to me like he's just got a case of being a dumbass. Sometimes they're rewarded for their head-scratching stupidity." Mew poked their head up again, then tilted it. "... mew?"

"That's what I did when I used to be a lycanroc," Nero said, shrugging. It was technically multiple lycanroc but that extra detail wasn't necessary.