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Brisa clutched at her own neck, not sure if she was remembering something real or imagined. Maybe it didn't matter. That fucking thing was charred splinters now, and Luz... "Luz?" Brisa steadied herself against a smoking support beam, and fought to get her Radiance and Shadows under control...

Brisa snarled defiance and parried what she could – Luz met her evenly. Better than evenly. She couldn't keep this up forever... "Y'think I don't wanna stay with you?" she retorted, hindpaws scrabbling for purchase on rubble and dust. "Yer the one who has a life ahead of 'em, on Cibus or with...

Brisa grunted with shock and pain as Luz's fist made a dull crack against her sternum. Fuck, that was more power than a shade could normally manage. A few more hits like that would take her out completely... And her usual toughness, haste, and mental focus were all absent. Yeah, that tracked...

"Be a hero, Brisa!"

Brisa paced towards the zeraora-shade with her hackles high. "This ain't us, Luz," she snarled. "We don't do shit like this." They were just phantoms. This was a test, or a twisted, manic game, it wasn't real. Luz wasn't hurting innocents. Just phantoms. Phantoms. Brisa glanced at the smoking...

Some Eterna bullshit, then. No surprise there. Brisa grunted, dusted herself off, blamed herself for not drilling that electromagnetic levitation technique more. Augh. Chief? she sent to Diyem, Are y'gettin' this? No reply. Fucking figured. Then thunder struck, and the voice of her familiar...

Brisa couldn't help but grin. It felt good, yo have pointed out how alike they were before they'd even met as such, and be proven so right. Even if they wouldn't admit it. But that was fine. "What next, then? she asked. "I take it everyone's done all the trainin' they can, an' we're all...

Brisa hung about outside the house that night, waiting for Luz to come home. They'd agreed to talk, but Luz wasn't big on exact scheduling, and Brisa found herself pacing, nerves heightened. Relax, came the now-familiar voice of her Shadow. Yer only afraid that you ain't been good to her. And...

Brisa watched, fascinated. So, Diyem and Maple were becoming... what, exactly? "Will y'be callin' yerselves Voice of Blacklight or somethin'?" she asked, mostly sincere. "Sure seems like you'll each've got most of the big five energies after the conclusion of this endeavour. Is that safe?"

Brisa grinned. "Glad t'see y'all're still yer old selves, new bodies aside." A sword, huh? Would 'Zacian' fight like Icetales fenced, or perhaps more likely, in some other wild combat style? And did 'Zamazenta', by contrast, have a form with a conjured shield to protect his partner? She...

Brisa pawed at her chin. Sword and Shield would be the vanguard, most certainly. That would be a very different situation to what the team was used to, what with Eterna-tinged foes being immune to even God Squad's abilities... They'd no longer be the only viable warriors, nor even the most...

Brisa nodded as she listened. So, Sword and Shield, huh? Their names could hardly be more appropriate. It was enough to make one believe in destiny. "That all seems eminently sensible t'me, partner," she drawled. "So, I take it these two'll play a role in our strategy fer our combat with Eien...

Logging a shitton of writing and drawing to complete the second and third waves. Then, selling everything not on this list and buying the rest: As for moves, Charge and E. Terrain should be slots 3 and 4 respectively, for replacement in Unleashed.

"Huh?" Brisa had actually allowed herself to start peacefully dozing off with her head resting against Starr. She took a moment to process what the incineroar had just asked. Starr always crashed on the couch. If Starr didn't use the couch, then... she would... "BrrpprwHhaAT—" She damn near...

Brisa responded with an exaggerated groan and buried her face in Starr's collar to hide her own big, stupid grin. "Fair enough, partner. Another one, then." She sighed, happily. Besides everything else, it was so, so, so goddamn good to see Starr smile for real again.

Brisa closed her eyes and let out a quiet purr of relief, not just that yes, of course her feelings were welcomed, but that Starr still felt so comfortable with her. She deserved to feel that much at ease for once. So, she'd 'finally said it', as Starr put it. Had Starr just been waiting for...

Brisa chuckled, and gods, but it felt good to feel like it was okay. To feel safe, admitting to it. "Yeah. I like you somethin' fierce, Starr. I don't know fer how long, but it ain't been hardly a crush fer a while now. Figures that you'd've realised already." Starr wasn't the first person to...

"Ain't that more or less what ya did?" Brisa laughed, and she shoved Starr back, but her ears were heating up again and she dropped her gaze. She could almost hear Starr's knowing smirk, goddamnit. Brisa really wasn't subtle, was she? She sighed with catharsis, made herself meet Starr's eyes...

Brisa chuckled. She hadn't even been hung up on that. "It was fair enough t'be honest. I told ya way back in the pit that I always felt alone." She shook her head, and her smile warmed. "Haven't felt that way fer a while now."

It had hurt. But so did any rough enough fight... Hell, so had that fight, in the Dojo, so many months ago. Brisa gave Starr a dry smile. "Sure. An' I remember wantin' t'kick yer teeth in a while back. Did a pretty good job of it too, as I recall." She squeezed Starr's paw in her own...