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"I'm goin' all-out," cried Brisa, "watch my back!" Starr was right. It was now or never to take out Tender, and they'd never beat the team with him in play, so the only sense was an alpha strike on the absol. She could do that. She had the strength she needed... And she had her teammates. She...

After a chance chat with Toffee during an impromptu visit to the Guild premises, Brisa asks Owen what to expect from a fight with her. Luz asks any Legendary 'mon, aspirant, or learned experts she can find what the criteria are for becoming an ascension candidate.

Brisa threw out another broad burst of paralysing energy with a snarl, determined to slow their opponents down. Don't get ahead of yerself. Another onslaught like that'll take you the fuck out. She grit her teeth and shed the excess corruption generated by her plasma-soaked body. Could she use...

Brisa shivered with anticipation, and it sent sparks of plasma and Radiance off her mane. It would be good to fight in a triple battle. She didn't get to do those too often. What's more, she had good teammates at her side, and good opponents to test her mettle against. She'd enjoy this. So what...

Brisa imagined trying to relax with Bahamut performing a massage on her and her biggest crushes by means of hot stones. "I'll give it due consideration," she said, seriously. "Just maybe not with those gals the first time, fella." She could still feel the corrosive touch of that thing inside...

Brisa flicked an ear and raised a brow. "I appreciate yer consideration, Bahamut. I reckon I can take a guess what kinda stress yer thinkin' of, but I can't say as I have much idea what you intend t'do about it." She thought it over as Bahamut discussed the upcoming mission with the others...

Brisa grinned. "It'd be a pleasure. Thanks again fer the fight." She helped Cynthian to her feet and to her senses, saying quietly, "Y'did splendidly, partner," before making her way out of the arena. She had more matches to prepare for, after all. <><><><><>

"Y'did splendidly," affirmed Brisa. "Y'took instruction damn well, y'know. I dare say we we're in with more'n a fightin' chance come time fer a rematch, if ya keep learnin' as fast as that." She levelled her eyes at Balm and tilted her head in curiosity. "Say, fella. Mind if I ask what the...

"Coulda been far, far worse," agreed Brisa. "As fer why he was so weak at the time... Could be any number of reasons. Presumably he's been capable of greater strength before, after all. What's interestin' t'me is that the varmint really does have sapience after all..."

Brisa got to her feet and shook off the Colosseum dust. "Weren't expectin' that," she murmured. So, Balm could pull off a trick a lot like her own. Interesting. She went in for the usual concession pawshakes, and smiled fondly at Cynthian and Icetales. Not a victory, no, but a very, very close...

Brisa frowned, and padded closer. "Y'couldn't've known, partner. And despite that concern, we managed to help you out afore that thing took over yer mind. That's a win." They needed some of those...

Gods, what was it with her Cibusean life and always having her fucking ears burning. All the time. All the fucking time. "Uh, his memories abstracted as a town, red storms, blacklit eterna parasite he was keepin' contained..." Everything was so fucking weird all the time.

"Seein' ya better is all I wanted," said Brisa. She took one last look around. "Seeya in the real, partner."

Brisa clenched a paw. Forced her lungs to move. "It spoke t'me." She looked up at her allies. Her stomach felt like she was falling. "It said..."

Brisa grit her teeth and got to working herself up to a later burst of energy. For now all she had to do was tough this out. "Cynthian, Icetales, we just gotta hold fast when he hits us! You can get past this! This is the toughest this fight is gonna get! Now firm up!"

Go on, hurt me, kill me, fuckin' end me, I'll come back and find you, I'll fuckin' destroy you— And then it ended, leaving her full of nausea, hatred, and fury. That wouldn't do. She focused the feelings away using Owen's very own mindfulness advice, as she heard his voice asking after her...

Brisa's shields went down faster than she could afford. Damnit, she needed to concentrate, gain some energy back... "You're figurin' this out just great!" she called to her allies. "Keep n like this and we'll gain an edge over 'im! Don't get carried away, now!" She looked at Icetales, still...

No matter what they could've said, the eterna parasite would make some vicious answer. It was Owen who rose above that. His inner strength. "We've got yer back," she said, just before he released the seal. "Get through this and I'll owe you a drink, partner." Owen released the barriers, and...

Her strongest hit just hadn't been enough. And then it was undone. Wasted effort! Brisa stood, panting, staring down their empowered foe. Legendary blessings, huh? She'd need her allies at her best to get past this. "Cynthian, we need your best to finish of Cepa! Get ready to dodge what y'can...

Brisa sat down by Owen. Almost any attempt to influence this could potentially fuck this up, judging by the vicious eterna distortions affecting his mind. What to say...? "Hey Owen," she began, softly. "Looks like it's goin' well. What's it like, keepin' a lid on this thing?"