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Brisa's heart broke a little for the creature trying so hard to make herself humble and contrite to those gathered, despite being fearsome, despite being different. Was she projecting? Maybe a little. "Ah, well met, Eien. I don't speak fer the group, but I hope y'won't place yerself under...

Luz smiled lopsidedly at the odd couple. "Well... Be seein' you, Ma'am. The two of ya take care, now." Somewhere else, Brisa was glad to find Astrid and Starr safe and sound, and their shades too. The wounded were healing. A portal beckoned.

Luz shrugged. "That don't bother me none, Ma'am. There'll be some folks feelin' all kindsa ways about you after all this, I promise ya, but I'm sure there ain't many who'll really hold it against ya." The zeraora-shade gestured around vaguely at her throng of teammates and associates. "A few...

Luz grinned. "Guess so. Ain't one of the souls he summoned t'Cibus, though. The talk is that I and the other 'mon resemblin' me are yer offspring. Spent the last few months inside one of yer eggs." She took a deep breath, and this time it was a real one, even if she didn't need it for...

Very impressive work, Chief. Good to see you're still in one piece. Brisa and Luz both had their own interest in Eien, but... Best not to crowd her. If you could crowd a titan. And besides... Brisa wanted to check on certain other members of the team. A quick conference between the zeraora...

"Motherfucker—" Brisa and Luz took Diyem's order to heart, sprinting to the portal, and harrying any teammates too slow to react. "Koa! Portal! Now!" And then they were through. Please be enough.

"I swear t'fuck I am gonna wallop th'livin' daylights outta that moonbound prick if he fucks this up fer us."

Diyem, falling. Eien, falling. Owen, falling. Literally raining goddamn dragons today. Thunder and skyfire. But at least it looked like another parasite, the source of Eien's madness, was dust. She could think about that later. Someone still had to help the chief. "Aw, fuck," said Brisa, with...

Author's Note: At long last, an update. This one has been near-complete for a long time, pending some difficult edits, but finally it's ready. The good news is that so is Chapter 4, which should be up very soon. As always, I appreciate any and all feedback! Chapter 3 First Impressions...

Sword would hold back, Mellow would purify, what else, what else... Brisa looked to Diyem and the counsel he was receiving from Bahamut. It wasn't bad advice. And yet... Chief, y'gotta reach out to Eien. Don't you love her? Let her feel it. Let her feel loved, not afeared. "Brace yerself,"...

Brisa whirled round, trying to keep track of the battle in the frenetic, disorienting storm. The stragglers had shown up after all—! There was Cabot, striking with such force it left Eien's defences wide open. Starr, taking a hit strong enough to level buildings. Astrid, granting some of her...

"Owen!" roared Brisa, with a rush of relief and delight. "Glad t'see y'made it through!" The charizard got straight to work assessing the situation. Now that was an asset sorely missed... Brisa stood tall beside Luz, the two cats supporting each other against the corrupted winds, and surveyed...

Brisa breathed hard. The presence of Eien's inmense and overwhelming power was a crushing pressure indeed. She was all but spent. Fortunately, friends and allies had been close behind her... ...but not Starr, or Astrid, or several others. Brisa imagined Koa, shadowing desperately in the face of...

VS Eternatus Eien

"Say yer sorries later, yer fight's not over!" Brisa leapt from Sword's back and dashed to Diyem's side in the blink of an eye. Luz ran to the fore as well, slower, but with eyes blazing electric cyan. "Get a move on, Chief!" demanded Brisa, sparks flying from her mouth. "If'n y'need some...

Massive as her zacian body was, Brisa didn't imagine that Sword could easily hold the both of them atop her. Still, she was strong as hell, so Brisa gave Luz a lift up, then climbed on after her, glad of thier bipedal forms. "Yeah. Great fuckin' howl, Sword," she said. "Been missin' ya. Now...

Brisa grinned, and glanced sidelong to see Luz smirking with fatigue-laced delight. "Zacian Sword!" cried Brisa. "Damn good t'seeya, gal. Will y'show us the way?" The storm seemed more bearable in Sword's presence... The pair pushed on a little more boldly, strength returning with the presence...

Luz looked up at Brisa and chuckled. "You held back," she said, quietly. "Y'could've kicked my ass if y'really tried." Brisa scoffed lightly. "Really? Near-death experience, an' the first thing ya say t'me is that my combat performance was below par?" Luz grinned. "I get that from you an' you...

Brisa took hold of Luz and pulled her close, arms around her torso and chin resting on her shoulder. "I don't know what's gonna happen either, partner. And . . . I'm afeared too. But it's okay. I got you. Hold on t'me." She bit her lip, trying not to think about losing Luz, about being alone...

Brisa seized Luz's paws in her own and knelt with her in the wreckage of the gallows. There was something important she had to remember... That was right. Bahamut had suggested something like this could happen, and Luz had seen the truth in it straight away. The shades were eldritch...