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Brisa looked to Starr, exchanged a glance. They'd drilled together for this, trained a dozen different strategies, but they'd never really known what they'd end up against. They'd have to improvise. They'd have to outdo themselves. They'd have to be beyond their best, both of them. The way...

Brisa looked at Starr carefully, without judgement. Starr's uncomfortable, dark feelings . . . were comforting, took the pain away... As if Starr was less comfortable with feeling unconcerned and out of pain than she was implying. As if... She thinks she's supposed to hurt. "I dunno, Starr...

Brisa tilted her head. What did Starr mean by that, exactly? Was she talking about how Brisa and Owen got that combat high...? Either way, Starr suffered when she fought. She chose to. She had to, in order to use Radiance at all. Why...? "I don't rightly know. I've been takin' guesses, though...

"A mutual resignation! The match is a draw!" Luz chuckled to herself. She felt a bit silly, like she was showing insufficient gravitas for the occasion, but who cared? The gals were happy enough. "So," she said, strolling back into the clearing, "I don't pretend t'be an expert on these things...

A nerd?? Seriously? But Brisa didn't wriggle away. Even as she scowled up a storm, Starr's knuckes on her scalp were . . . kinda nice, actually. Was it possible to be grumpy and delighted about the one same thing? "Well, yeah," she grumbled, "I'd say so. Fer one, it's a tactical advantage fer...

Luz's paws clenched and vibrated with excitement. This was going to be sometihng special, she could tell. What a unique and extraordinary thing to witness! "Not t'worry, partner," she called to Buffet as she darted to the side of the clearing for a better view, "I'll keep an eye on 'em~" Was...

Brisa frowned in mock-offence. She knew she was in the minority for poring over her powers to the extent that she did, but wasn't it only fair? "Sure did. And now it's stickin', since you just forfeited yer right to change the name," she said, with a playful growl. "It ain't that inventive...

"Mmhm," replied Brisa, nominally noncommittally, but as she leaned into Starr's paw a little, she fully intended to. She'd try, anyway. "Thanks, partner." She wondered idly how Starr was doing on that same front. The venom in her voice when she'd confessed her sins in the pit... Brisa hadn't...

Brisa grinned. She'd made peace with the idea of getting their tails handed to them by these two. If that was how it went down, it'd be a thrilling match and no mistake. Just like every fight with her and Starr. She padded into the arena alongside Starr and flicked her tailtuft from side to side...

Cal needed a moment, evidently, and Buffet was much too longwinded to let take this one. It was up to Luz! "Yeah, we ain't dead jus' yet," drawled Luz. "We're searchin' fer the folks that we're descended from, I guess is the best way t'put it. Cal and I, we ain't normal 'mon, we formed outta...

The idea that she was doing things right and her crushes weren't up to scratch was a giddy goddamn thought. And then Starr struck home with a finisher that left Brisa reeling. Obviously you're nice. Dumbass. Starr really thought that about her?? Well, it tracked, sure, but even so... "Okay...

Luz's face broke into a wide, crooked grin. So much for the disaster Cal was intent on expecting. And wow, fittingly for someone purportedly related to Owen, not-Cal was mighty! "Howdy," she said, automatically. "I'm Luz, an' these layabouts here're Cal, an' Buffet, Voice of Cibus. Well met...

"I guess? Maybe. I don't really know what I'm doin'. Or what I'm doin' wrong. Seems like I keep gettin' ghosted." Brisa looked at her friend, and saw more in Starr's expression that she usually saw in anyone else's. Yeah. She was sincere. Of course she was. When Starr told her something like...

Luz, however, did. "D'you reckon y'can call her by her name?" she said, quietly. Best not to steal the thunder, so to speak. Hopefully the critter wouldn't jump them before Cal started a dialogue. Now that would be a disappointing outcome, especially if Luz couldn't hold her own against...

Wind and weather, really?? Gods. Starr, please. The worst part was she had a point. Brisa was fucking hopeless. And yet... It felt okay, when the rush of heat to Brisa's ears had a chance to dissipate. Starr wasn't being mean. This was more like . . . an invitation to talk about it honestly...

Brisa's ears went so flat they were flush with her head. Actually, maybe returning from the Voidlands had been a mistake. Maybe she should go back there, at the earliest possible convenience. "W-would ya, now? Whatever gave ya, um, that idea?" What the fuck was she doing? She was transparently...

Luz slammed one fist into the other palm and ground it in. "Knowin' fer sure is worth the price of it bein' an awkward or hostile meetin'. Sure seems you ain't ever movin' on until you do this, so let's do it. And yeah. I'm more'n okay with this. I'm stickin' with ya through thick an' thin...

Brisa's ears and tail shot up at that. "Alright," she said, tryin to reign in her embarrassingly potent delight. "I'll be lookin' forward to it! Already got some ideas about strategy, we can talk shop next time we hit the trainin' grounds. Y'might wanna be ready fer interviews, though. Pansit...

Luz shrugged. Questions and gentle prompting didn't work for Cal? That was fine. "Then meet her. Doesn't matter if'n y'don't know how it'll go. Meet her anyway, and resolve to not regret however it turns out."

Huh. So they'd each spent time training a latecomer, huh? Nice. Maybe they could get together for a throwdown at some point. "Yeah!" said Brisa, with relish. "Actually, you'll be pleased t'hear it's yer own advice about pacin' myself that earned me my recent wins. I beat Pepper in our rematch...