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Salem was already out of her depth. There were no dead bodies to see, but apparent death was here all the same. Mortal danger was new to her (hunting little stupid prey animals didn't prepare you for a thinking, speaking person being there one day and gone the next) and she could be next. She...

Brisa had known since the start that she'd struggle to stay standing in this fight. She'd accounted for that, not by drilling defensive measures, but by being damn sure to guarantee the hardest-hitting onslaught possible before she went down. She accepted the plume of fire wordlessly, her will...

Starr hadn't talked about it much, but Brisa could tell this match mattered to her somehow, the way squaring up against Zekrom had mattered to her. Plus, the way Owen told it, this would be a substantially harder fight for them. In a way, that made it even more invigorating than the challenge...

Salem's tail thrashed and her eyes widened at the unexpected hug, but... Well, she could tolerate a hug right now. It was okay. The vulpix and her had decent odds of being on the same team. And she was probably right about the ritual just being a game and nothing really bad happening to anyone...

Brisa struggled to make her way to Astrid's side, everything hurting as much as when she'd taken on gods in this arena. Wasn't that what Potluck was? A divine being of some kind? In that body, are you? She shook her head clear and winced at the ringing pain in her skull. Everything hurt! But...

Salem petted Ebony's head the way she thought she remembered Laura petting her own. That's what she'd want her to do if she were Ebony. "I'm going to try my best," she said, quietly. "I don't know what I have to do to win. You don't either. None of us do." She was petting the head of a pokémon...

Why had Salem been selected for this? She wouldn't have volunteered for this. Dusk would be better at this. Dusk would know how to make allies and outsmart enemies. She dug her claws into her palms and waited for the 'ritual' to begin, hoping that she'd have power and wit enough to make it to...

Brisa coughed, and blood spattered the Radiance-teeming ground. It seemed like every goddamn match these days ended with her at her final sliver of consciousness. Skyfire and thunder... "That's me done," she choked out. "No interviews, thanks."

Get up. Get up. C'mon... Get up. The air tasted like blood and Blacklight. Electricity crackled in her vision and across her fur. She wasn't finished. Brisa staggered to her feet and stared down the silvally, who'd had the temerity to mock Astrid. "Do I look done?" she barked, before extending...

Brisa wiped blood from her eyes. Goddamn, but this motherfucker packed a wallop once he got going. She was fighting a losing battle, she knew, but she wasn't the type to ever quit. She'd give him the closest fight of his life, by thunder. She shot the announcer a glare. "Can it, Beansprout!"...

This was just like one of Laura's Nihonese animes.

Salem's tail shot up and her ears pinned back. "I... I don't know how to explain it. It was possible with human technology." She gestured to thePerihelion badge on her vest. "Humans with this symbol. But I don't—" Salem's halting explanation was interrupted by the arrival of a sinister...

Salem dug her claws into her palms a little. This was irregular in several ways far besides the strange scenario she was in. The dark skies overhead still loomed and few of the assembled persons, creatures and devices seemed to be perturbed. She was perturbed. She was perturbed enough for all of...

Salem considered emerging from the long grass. It was nice there. Nobody had spotted her yet, because they were all distracted, and not hunting, and because she was excellent at staying out of sight. She could probably stay that way. But something was looming in the sky, and the odds of her...

She did. All the old anxieties and concerns, the urge to protect, to limit... Now, she felt only rapturous pride as Astrid harnessed the volatile energy inside her to pull off something nobody else could. A controlled cataclysm, directed solely at her opponent. And all that power, that valorous...

Brisa huffed and clenched her fists. This guy was never gonna be a pushover, that was for sure, but she'd expected those hits to sting! He didn't even look concerned. It didn't merit a change in tactics just yet, though. A little more of what she was doing, and she'd have more options open up...

Fireworks, huh? Brisa nodded, and set her jaw. Fireworks it would be. She paced herself, running forward and dishing out a couple of powerful strikes without going all-out just set. Gotta keep her grip. Gotta go steady... Left hook. Astrid's strange energies powered up the lightning in her...

Brisa entered a battle stance without hesitation. C'mon then, showboater!

Brisa, burnt-out and emotionally frayed, takes a vacation with Starr. They go wilderness camping together. The experience is very much like how Brisa spent many of her nights back in her world, but doing it with someone she loves makes it an entirely different experience altogether. She comes...

Brisa rolled her shoulders and strolled onto the field with a smile on her face. She'd wanted to team up with Astrid in the Colo like this for months, and it had been long enough since she fought a Squaddie. She had no idea whose ass was about to get kicked, but she was sure it'd be a good...