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Brisa loped up with her companions with her heart starting to race. Breathe deep. This'll work out. "How're ya holdin' up, partner?" she asked, unsure how her tone would come across.

Good, she'd held fast, just as she'd been sure she would. Now to push through this next exchange of blows without exerting herself any more than the precise amount she could handle... And she could handle a hell of a lot of Blacklight. Let's see them handle this.

"I dunno if that light is Bahamut's signal, or a symbol of Owen's mental fortitude, but it sure seems like we oughta head that way," said Brisa, firmly. She looked round at her companions. They made quite an odd team. But a good mix, perhaps, to help.

Brisa nodded. Declining this wasn't even a question. "I'll go," she said, with quiet conviction. "I'll do as is needed."

Brisa listened carefully to Bahamut, chewed it over. "Alright," she said. "No exotic energy empathic bullshit. Owen's gotta do this himself, not get rescued, I hear ya." She wiped her muzzle with the back of one paw and calmed her breathing, dispelling all traces of Radiance and Shadow. "If...

Brisa's frenzied bout of attacks had left their mark on Cepa, but left her winded. "Don't worry about me," she gasped. "I can take a hit or two from this guy." She braced herself, taking hard breaths as she prepared for another explosive offensive.

Brisa padded forward, head low. Owen was just . . . peaceful. Yet inside, he was struggling with the same kind of Eterna corruption – distortion? – as Darkwhite had? Never mind the familiars turning out to be eternatus larvae, it was happening to him— "Can he hear us?" she wondered aloud...

Brisa listened with concern to Icetales' account . . . all the way up until his transformation. Now that was the kind of confidence and boldness they needed from their Blacklight-wielders. A thrilled, fanged grin slowly pushed its way onto her face. "Fella, I dare say I'm ready t'believe it...

Cepa was leaving herself open. It could be bait, a trick, sure. But you didn't win battles by avoiding every damn chance to land a good hit. "Now's the moment!" Brisa yowled a battlecry as she ran forward to strike at Cepa with unfamiliar chartreuse energy at her claws as she swung them again...

Good work, Bahamut. I'll be there in a flash. Lemme know if I oughta grab somethin' on the way.

Brisa contained a growl in her throat at Diyem's mention of taking Owen down. The way Cibus seemed to 'work', fighting him was absolutely on the table. And Bahamut, for all his avodacy of ruthlessness to date, had taken action to help preserve Owen if possible. His odds weren't so bad just yet...

Ah, yes. That sounded like Icetales. Brisa offered him a dry, smile and walked a little closer. "You're the goddamn lynchpin to half our battle tactics, so yer dead wrong about that," she said, carefully, "And I didn't tell anybody if I could help it, so it had fuck-all to do with you or yer...

Brisa's body lit up with power, but she restrained herself, contained it, saved it for when it would matter. The zeraora form came smoothly this time; controlled and deliberate. No crackling electricity, just a thrum of power. "Cepa will interfere with our moves if we target her!" she barked...

Brisa looked at Icetales and wondered if he really was as old as he claimed. Not physically, or even mentally, in emotional terms. Her expression remained even, and her tail still. She had a lot she could say to that. That of course not all the team could be trusted with sensitive info, for...

"Keep yer wits about ya," warned Brisa, narrowing her eyes at their opponents, her luxray vision scuoting for weaknesses. "These guys are some of the strongest individual battlers we've come up against..." It got worse. Or better, if you looked at it right. "And none of my usual suite of...

Brisa skewed her mouth, tilted her head and listened carefully to the ninetales. "The bit about Maple bein' shadow-corrupted an' reactin' to Eien was general knowledge already, and it weren't enough to convince her t'stay benched. All I coulda told her was that Soda was a traitor, which she...

Brisa nodded, and inwardly braced herself. How many more conversations about this...? She might not even try with Mellow. "Spit it out, fella. I ain't made of glass."

Brisa took it steady in the training rooms, avoiding the use of lightning, of sparks. They'd do her no favours against Sceptile Balm. Instead, she would conserve her energy. Stay smart. Use different tactics to her usual suite. She had a plan. When Icetales arrived, she still had plenty of...

Brisa gave a dry grin. "Fessin' up to a powerful crush as a trainable skill? Damned peculiar way to think of it, but alright. I'll try." She took a languid stretch, shook off some of her remaining restlessness, focused . . . and changed. A luxray once more. "Next time I see ya... I'll tell you...

Brisa scratched the back of her head and groaned. "Preppin' fer combat is somethin' that comes easy t'me. I got the talent, I was taught well, and I've had practice. Love, though? Teacher, I tell ya, I ain't never been nothin' but single. C'mon. I don't have the first clue how not to fuck it...