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Brisa had heard how Cal, Nate, Vix, Echo, and Mellow had confronted Maple with their various concerns. She wasn't interested in getting into that right now, though. What good would it even do? "I gather Nate tried persuadin' her to stay clear, and Vix tried provin' she had corruption in her...

Brisa sighed softly and stretched out her forepaws in the water. Maybe every struggle wasn't worth persisting with. But persistence was just too much of who she was. "Y'know, Mellow, nobody's actually been able to explain to me what positive difference it would've made if any of y'all knew Soda...

Brisa settled down a comfortable distance from Mellow, forepaws just barely dipping into the hot springs. The warmth was pleasant on her pads. "I've already talked t'most folks as took issue with how the lure plan at the Tree was conducted. Explained myself, made assurance of no hard feelings...

"Well, sure. But I'm here t'have a word with you, hence my askin'. I'll leave ya be if'n y'ain't got patience fer me, Mellow." Brisa smiled back, an expression as dry as dust. Mellow wasn't exactly hard to read.

Help yerself t'whatever's mine from the fridge. I'll be home when I can. Next priority fer the team after this Maple mission oughta be to go after Soda. If he's anythin' like any of the folks fulla Blacklight we've faced to date, he'll need to have it battled outta him. Question is if we can do...

"Mm. Thanks." Brisa dried herself off as best she could. Although it was tempting to transform just to burn off the moisture, as it were, the act felt somehow disrespectful. To herself? A strange notion. "Strange technique," she remarked. "Effective, though. Or seems it fer now. Appreciate it...

Brisa had quite the trip, tracking down Mellow. She'd learned her general condition from Owen, made the journey to the resort largely on foot, and had some back and forth with the spa receptionist before she learned where to find the florizard. By the time she entered the springs, she didn't...

Brisa smiled and gave up trying to persuade Toffee for the time being. If it was as simple as explaining that she went berserk, someone would have managed that by now. Instead, she gave a small greeting to Truffle and let him take Toffee's company, before leaving the Colosseum herself with...

Brisa helped Toffee to her feet, and supported her weight as much as she could. The bird was just large, though, and heavy with metal. "Toffee, I'm awful flattered, but y'should know, y'nearly took me out. Pushed me to my darn limits, darlin'." Brisa chuckled. How did Toffee really have no idea?

Brisa sank to her knees and let the plasma wash over her, restoring her, slowly. She rested. She focused away the residual Blacklight. It seemed like damn near every fight lately had her winning while one hit from passing out. But she did win. She approached Toffee with caution, not entirely...

Toffee's next assault would be her strongest yet, and she'd shaken off her paralysis, too... There was no surviving another offensive from the corviknight. Maybe if she put everything she had into bracing herself... Nah. Let's do this. Brisa took sharp, shallow breaths as she ran from the...

There was no way this was all Toffee had to bring to bear. Better not get cocky. Brisa paced herself, expecting another, worse assault...

She spoke quietly, barely above a whisper. "Warm. Can't feel the stiffness no more. Fine overall, I guess." With the stones absent, she felt almost bouyant. The feeling of ordinary air against her fur was chilled by comparison. "Lighter."

Toffee struck with incredible pinpoint attacks, but Brisa's only good option right now was more shields... She braced herself for the coming hits.

The heat was all-consuming by now. She let it consume her. Eyes still closed, air left her body, and returned to it, in, out, cycling forever. How would she feel when the stones were finally removed?

Okay, plenty of attacks, renewed vitality, unerring accuracy . . . but not hitting hard. Not yet. There was worse to come, for sure. "That's more like it!" she cried, then went in for a real attack, her fists glowing, full of hidden strength beneath her superheated corona.

"Have it yer own way, Toffee! Show me what you've got!" Brisa was prepared to take Toffee seriously. After all, Owen had looked concerned. And yet, Toffee seemed to be on her last legs... Perhaps she'd strike back with explosive fury when pushed to her absolute limits? Like a more extreme...

At this rate, Brisa could take out her opponent while hardly batting an eye. She didn't . . . really want to do that, but it wasn't fair to deny an opponent a little flair if they asked for some. "Alright, Toffee, if'n y'wanna give 'em a show, let's do that!" Brisa took a step forward, and...

Oh, bless. When Toffee had explained she wasn't much of a battler, Brisa hadn't realised she was a novice. Still, she must've become a corviknight somehow, right? And even on Cibus, pokémon grew from struggle and strife. Brisa would do as she'd promised and go easy on her, all the same...

"Nothin' like a casual battle t'get t'know each other a li'l better," called Brisa. "Don'tcha worry, I ain't hopin' to go all-out today! Gimme yer best, partner!" Brisa got into a casual limbering-up, her body flooding with Radiance as she strained it to work harder, produce more electricity...