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Brisa rolled her head and cracked her neck, then her knuckles. "This oughta be fun," she drawled. "But don't you worry, Koa. I'm takin' this real serious. We got yer back." She gave him a light thump on the shoulder to punctuate her assurance. "Make me proud, kid." She turned to their opponent...

Brisa peeled herself away from the wall and staggered forward, gasping for breath. She had just barely endured that last burst of desperate attacking. Another close fight, although she'd had more left in her if it came to it. Damn, what a battle! She trudged forward, one paw clutching a mystery...

Brisa sat down, and the leaf passed by her nose as it fell. She snorted, blowing it away. "I'll take that under advisement," she murmured to herself, in reply to Mergo's parting words. 'Soften the blow'. Yeah, that sounded about right, didn't it? <><><><><>

"Sorry, partner!" cried Brisa, amid grunts of effort as she rolled with Meringue's strikes. "I just won't hold back 'gainst an opponent like you!" He was near his limit, she could tell, and she didn't much fancy giving him a shot at stabilising with barriers and throwing her off balance. Time...

Brisa drew a sharp breath, thick with the scent of blood and petrichor. "Y'ain't hittin' me hard enough yet, fella," she drawled, slipping back into her combat trance. She could outlast him. She knew it. She just had to work hard enough to beat down a god.

Brisa grinned. Poor Meringue was strong as hell, but so easily put off balance! His master's scrutiny sure made him nervous. Could be something to use, later. In the meantime, he wasn't hitting so hard that she couldn't tough out a little more... "Nice trick," she said, before testing his...

Brisa wondered which friend Mergo was referring to, that so 'similar' to herself. Aria, perhaps? Brisa had the alarming thought for a moment that Mergo might be the friend Aria had mentioned. The one with the flirting contests. What a disturbing thought that couldn't possibly be true...

Brisa laughed. "If I'm not, so be it. I'll have a good time anyway!" That was the real joy of Cibus. Battles for the sake of bonding with others and having some goddamn fun. "Let's see how tough you are!" she said, dashing towards the young lugia, trailing sparks.

Brisa shrugged, and steadied her breathing. When fighting alone, she had no choice but to use a recuperative trance to stay in good health. It'd slow her down a little... And it dispelled her superheated plasma... But it wouldn't impede her too much, she hoped. "Don't much expect anythin' t'be...

"I'm sure you'll do great," said Brisa. "Let's see yer best!" That was all that need be said, or could be said with the storm whipping up around them. Fucking hell that was going to make striking the fucker more difficult. She'd find a way, though. Of course she would. Shimmering barriers...

Stormkeeper Meringue, aspirant lugia. For all that he'd spent much of the last few months in a state of nervous anticipation of scrutiny from his master, the fella sure packed a punch. He'd beaten a member of the team already, and he'd only gotten stronger since. Ah, but so had Brisa. "Howdy...

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Brisa asks Owen for advice on upcoming Colosseum opponents. She'd like to fight Flesh as promised, but perhaps she's strong enough to do so alone by now? She'd like to fight the avian aspirant siblings, Meringue and Brulee. She watched Meringue fight once before, but how does Brulee fight...

Brisa banished her frown, though not without some effort, and gave Mergo a curt nod. "No point holdin' anythin' against ya. Consider it forgotten. As fer yer questions..." She considered what Mergo had said, and compared her previous feelings on similar subjects to what Mergo was implying...

Brisa nodded with relief at Starr's merciful restraint in commenting only on the tactical application of what she'd said, only to immediately feel her ears flush hot at Starr's follow-up comment. You didn't have to be a genius to read into that one. "Y-yeah," she replied, ears pinned back...

Brisa shook her head and sighed. Had he wanted to win? Had he wanted to understand her? Or had he only wanted to see if she'd surprise him, to scrutinise how she reacted? "Seems you don't understand me half as well as I thought y'might," she said, wearily. "I've never yielded a fight just...

Brisa grinned sheepishly, ears flattening. She considered deflecting, but Starr would see that this was worth prying for. She considered lying, but she'd never been able to lie to Starr. She decided to answer honestly, even though doing so would probably give Starr an opportunity to evaporate...

Brisa beamed unreservedly. From a guy like Pine, she knew the worth of those words. The four of them exchanged a few pleasantries, and then Brisa limped off the field to cheers and applause, together with Starr. They were the worse for wear, but she couldn't be happier. "We did good," she...

Brisa pulled her lip back and went on the defensive, weathering the onslaught with a mix of shields, evasiveness, and sheer grit. It wasn't a real attack. Her vitality was fine. But she'd treated this as a real fight up until Mergo had ostensibly paused it with his inquiry, and she reacted as if...

Brisa chuckled. "Y'ain't so off the mark with all that. Who knows, maybe yer right 'bout that last point. In some regards, it's already happened, but I like t'think that I care fer all those other things in spite of what was done t'me." She examined the gallade again with narrowed eyes and...