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After a certain point, Brisa's awareness of her stiffness gave way to an awareness of heat, weight, and the sound of Bahamut's voice. In. Out. A 'mon could lose their proprioception under these conditions. That was alright. In. Out.

No thoughts, then. Focus. Counting breaths helped. So did keeping silent. In. Out.

Brisa makes up for lost time with Astrid, inviting her to train together, working on tuning their elemental interplay and testing out new Explosion-based strategies. They usually grab a bite together afterwards, Brisa's treat.

"Yeah," said Brisa. "We're done. And yeah, I'm more'n okay. Fightin' like this is a helluva lot less painful." She gave Starr an affectionate nudge, and turned to leave the arena. "Thanks fer yer help, Dave. I know this ain't really yer thing, but we just took out one of the strongest teams in...

Brisa grit her teeth. Maybe some ascension shit is happening, Dad. That'd make most folks proud, I woulda thought. Guess not. She sighed as Dave laid off a little and Starr leant her weight on her. What relief. "Yeah, I'm still the same gal. Look, I'll change back in a second, I just heal...

"Yeah, there's plenty tightness there," muttered Brisa, closing her eyes and drawing her lip back sharply, suppressing a hiss at the latest application of a boiled rock. Her patience with this ordeal was paying off, though. Possibly. It was hard to tell if it was just placebo, or...

"Control over bioelectrical impulses is responsible fer the heightened reflexes an' immunity t'paralysis common to electric-type 'mon," recited Brisa, automatically. "Ah, I'll do my best." She made herself receptive to the next stone, as much as she knew how, as her forepaws clenched and...

Thank fuck she had such a high tolerance to heat. The sensation was intense, but not nearly so much so as what she went through just about every battle. "Uhuh..." She pressed her chin further down and tried to allow her muscles to relax. It didn't come easy.

Brisa could follow instructions. Sure. The clarity and specificity helped, too. "Ain't been so bad, lately," she remarked, quietly. Particularly since unlocking that zeraora transformation... Her usual searing plasma seemed to restore her rather than enfeeble her. Still, she was stiff. Mostly...

Brisa usually held a loaf pose or curled up tight... Even though sprawling out was something she'd grown fond of just recently, it still felt a little stiff and awkward when prompted here. "Alright." She spread herself out, stretched as much as didn't hurt, and waited.

Huh? He didn't know? Well, it wasn't like she'd told him. Shit. "Oh, uh. Yeah, this is like... Y'know how Owen looks a li'l different lately?" Brisa rubbed the back of her head, sheepish, hyper-aware of the intensity of Dave's stare. How to explain herself? Well, she'd just assumed he'd...

"Well, it suits me jus' fine. How d'we begin, fella?" Hmm. This was the first time she'd been alone with Bahamut in a while. She'd never got the chance to try out her luxray vision on his leonine body to detect if he had any bones. And he clearly didn't now – a quick check confirmed it. "This...

Brisa arrived at the appointed time. It paid to be punctual. She didn't really know what to expect, but she knew Bahamut had tried a few different means of improving team morale before – something about scented candles? – and she was always in favour of such efforts. "So," she began, "How d'you...

Brisa helped Starr and Dave up as the Drumsticks began to recover. "Y'all were great out there," she told her teammates, her face beaming with the satisfaction of victory and the joyous thrill of battling alongside friends against someone she respected – who respected her. "It was a darn close...

Brisa fell to one knee, leaning heavily on her leg, breathing hard, feeling that plasma wash over her, soothing her wounds... less so her exhaustion, but that would pass soon enough as well... Her ears were ringing. Or maybe it was just the crowd. She felt like she could just keep rising into...

Brisa took the hit and saw stars, for a moment, but she'd expected that, and expected the pain, too. She could take it. Her true power, huh? "Somethin' like that," she gasped, barely keeping her grip on herself as her body flooded with Radiance and Shadow. The Facade was trance-like, the...

"You'll not find many a gal more tenacious than me," breathed Brisa, straining to keep victory within reach of her claws. "Don't count me out jus' yet, partner..." Tactical options were thin on the ground and there was an opening ahead. She didn't know that she could win. But she'd fight like...

Nugget was fucking dusted. But so was Starr. Y'ain't at yer best without her by yer side. The odds are slimmer now, the light dimmer... But just fer a moment there, wasn't she burnin' up somethin' fierce? She's a goddamn meteor. Every fight from now on was another chance to see Starr pull...

Requesting an additional 2 BLECs for the double-point beta reading done here. Performed a beta reading of @Chibi Pika's The Legendarian Chronicles, chapter 49. Triple points = 6 BLECs!

Shit, Dave was down. But he'd saved her – fucking narrowly – from defeat. There was a path to victory and she could see it. "We won't get a better chance'n this!" Brisa shouted, exchanging a glance with Starr before fixing her vision on Nugget. The blaziken had to go. "Let's take 'im apart!"