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Not a knockout. Not quite. But more than Zekrom could handle. That... That was enough. They'd done it. Brisa got to her feet, and on impulse, bowed. First to Zekrom, a worthy opponent. Then to the crowds on either side, cheering wildly. Then to her friends, her teammates, her partners in...

Luz smiled, and slid the cocktail pitcher across to Puddle. "Knock yerself out. I'll order some more." She closed her eyes, and took a long, fake breath. Puddle had got her dead to rights, there. She had been about to contend with checking on everyone in the team. It helped to be reminded that...

This was it; now or never! Brisa looked Zekrom in the eye and grinned back, feeling no doubt in her mind that no, this wouldn't last much longer. They'd prepared themselves, kept up the fight until the critical moment, gotten as strong as they'd ever been. They were working together perfectly...

"Nah," said Luz, smirking a bit. "I can handle it, no problem. But I oughta spend my time with my other friends like yer good self, too." She downed the rest of her cocktail with pleasure, and fantasised for a moment that she got anything out of the alcohol besides taste. "Sure am glad...

Luz scratched behind her head and laughed awkwardly. "Yeah, I guess so. She sure is tryin' to make the most of the time she has with those folks as she really cares about, though I don't think looks come into it much. I think Brisa generally likes gals who're . . . strong, brave, and kind. I...

"Hint taken, Chief. Keep doin' what yer doin'." Brisa paced out, with a curious glance at the silent human-charizard. He gave her weirdest vibes. Not bad, exactly. Just . . . confused. Well, she had enough to be getting on with already. "Be seein' y'all."

"Got a new body now," said Brisa, gesturing at the core she'd just handed to Diyem. "We'll see what comes of it."

That innate heroic heart of yours. Luz smiled. That . . . wasn't wrong, was it? When it counted, she threw herself into danger for others just the same as Brisa did. "It feels good t'be admired," she said, softly. "Guess Brisa always wanted that. So I want it too, only I was born expectin' it...

Brisa visits Team Spice, humours the kids with some sparring (holding back enormously, of course), and gives the parents a heads up that she and Starr are looking to throw down with them next, after their recent victory against Team Drumstick~ Luz spends time with Cal, just to have some fun...

Brisa handed over the core with a sigh of trepidation. If it turned out that she'd tried so hard to save this pathetic creature only for him to perish... Gods, that would feel like shit. Even if he recovered fully, he'd been an empty vessel for violent commands all his existence. He'd need so...

Brisa grit her teeth, and spat blood on the arena ground. But she didn't flinch. Not yet. The Shadows soothed her, Starr's cathartic hold on her bringing down the brightness in her mind... Enough to do something spectacular with that energy resonating between her and Astrid. "I'm goin' fer...

"Alright," said Brisa, softly. "All of y'all, you've done what y'can." She nodded a thanks to Nate for the core, and Bahamut for his healing, and looked Mewtwo in the eye. Don't be afraid. This is the best chance we have of helping you. Live. Brisa touched the stone to Mewtwo's chest.

Brisa caught the useful lump in one paw, and nodded a wordless thanks. Count on Nate to have a good plan. Guy was an oddball, but the team owed a lot to him. Maybe she should buy him a drink sometime or something. Unless he was a kid. Was he a kid? She didn't fucking know, she never talked to...

Brisa uttered a muted, vulgar yowl of frustration. It was on her to take out those barriers. She'd saved her charge for nothing. Too fucking bad! She wouldn't let a thing like that dampen her fighting spirit! "Astrid, Starr, I'll leave her open!" she cried, darting forward to make the way...

Luz put a paw to her chest, and felt something unfamiliar. "Partner, that's among the most downright touchin' things I've ever been told," she said, softly. "I don't know how right or wrong y'are, but what I'm hearin' is that you believe in me. An' I swear, that means plenty t'me." Luz bit her...

Brisa nodded. "That's a good suggestion. Diyem, can ya expedite our acquisition of one of the fuckin' things, by any chance? Or an alternative of some kind? Y'can make bodies, after all, can't ya?" She grimaced, staring back at Mewtwo's blank expression. She didn't have the power to heal, to...

Brisa frowned. When Sword had been freed from the Worldcore, her body had collapsed at first, core shattering into pieces. If Mewtwo was a similar being to her, would he suffer a similar experience? Could he survive the way she had? Brisa resolved to believe he could. She maintained her...

"Well done," Brisa told Owen. He'd be alright. She ought to prioritise the poor creature in front of them. Brisa padded up to Mewtwo, grimacing at how pathetic he seemed, a bioengineered living superweapon looking totally vulnerable. She had no idea if she should touch him, if he'd react badly...

Brisa bit down hard on what she'd been about to say. This was an impromptu ambush, after all. She trusted Owen. She trusted her own guts. Okay. Do it.

Brisa blew out a long breath. "If he ain't fightin', one of us has gotta show we're prepared t'trust him with a chance to make peace." She let her shield fade, and slowly, carefully, walked forward to the floating weapon. If she touched him with a Radiant tether . . . would that be the first...