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"Gah...!" Balm jumped back, his strikes briefly parried as he crouched. "They're tough--you can't just approach blindly!" "Don't worry, Balm! I've got you! Let's... undo some of that damage!" Cepa waved her arms in the air, and suddenly, the Pin Missiles that had embeded themselves into his...

"Unbelievable. How did I not see it? How was it so hidden? ...Was this planned?" Diyem growled, standing and pacing in the elevator as it descended with the many others who'd gathered to make sure Owen was alright, one way or another. Diyem had remarked that rather than see if he was alright, he...

"All right... are we ready, fighters?!" Incineroar called, raising his hands. "It's time to begin... Are we ready?!" "We're ready!" Cepa said, and they got a similar affirmative from the Dark Warriors. With a nod, Balm entered a battle stance, arms forward and Leaf Blades glowing. "And...

Once again, the Colosseum was alight and abuzz with activity, but this one was a bit of a special fight indeed. This time, both combatants were from different worlds--and yet, only one side was truly fighting alongside Diyem. The other... "And here I was enjoying a relaxing vacation," Balm...

Wishkeeper nodded and drifted toward Owen, staring. "...Hang in there..." He dared not even touch Owen's shoulder so he wouldn't break concentration. "I won't let you be controlled again." <><><>

"I don't think we will hold it against you," Wishkeeper said. "It had to be done. Done before the enemy does it instead, no doubt. Perhaps we have it right where we want it." He turned his attention to the meditating Charizard. "Mold shadows into weapons, hm? Perhaps that will be useful in...

Yellow waved dismissively. "Bah, forget it. I'll be fine on my own with food." With that taken care of, though, he disappeared and left Dave to return. It didn't seem like Yellow was all that convinced... but perhaps, at the same time, he was mulling it all over. "...I ain't crazy..." Yellow...

I'll be on my way. You, take time to gather your strength. Brisa, come with me. Anyone else close with Owen, come if you can, but this is time-sensitive. I'm coming, too. Since this is in the training facility, we'll need to be careful about escape routes. We don't have Maple to quickly warp...

"...Hmph." Wishkeeper looked away. "Perhaps my natural lack of confidence comes from my origins. According to Owen, the real Wishkeeper has more pep. Whatever that means." He rolled his eyes, but then his gaze drifted to Owen. "...Then he's still fighting, even now."

There was a flash of fear and doubt in Yellow's eyes. "Right, whatever." He looked away, saying nothing else, and went back to appearing neutral. "Good luck, I guess. Don't expect to be able to make him sane. Hell, you might even set him off..."

Wishkeeper frowned. "We were going to quietly approach Diyem about this with others who know--so, you, and Brisa, specifically. Perhaps he can help with this new information. But it might cause a panic if everyone finds out..." He sighed. "Right. We should get ready in case this does not go well."

What? Eterna energy? How? I would have detected it. What do you mean, Owen's got Eterna energy or something? Cal called back. Is he okay? What did you do?! Hush. Where are you? Brisa and Owen intended to speak with me a little later. I think I can have that be earlier, now.

Wishkeeper lurched forward and grabbed Bahamut's body and pushed it away with as much power as he could muster, instantly severing the connection. Owen did not stir; the massive Charizard was still in his meditative position. He looked between Bahamut and Owen, then drifted to him. "...What...

An abyssal blast and a blinding light enveloped the core at the same time. It roared and shrieked; the distortions shrank to half their normal size, and Owen followed up with a second one for good measure. The distortions were a lot smaller, now, so Owen narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms...

Owen nodded and tried to get into a battle stance. "I'm vulnerable after using my best Shadow attacks. We'll have to get away right after. One three..." The whole building was gone, but that gave them a clear shot to attack. "One... two... three!"

Two cries rang out. One Bahamut knew--it was of Owen, but it was filled with energy and defiance. The other Bahamut had only just met, filled with anger and fear, but then it died out. The light faded, and Owen, singed and burned, remained. But he pressed through the pain and darted toward the...

"That's how Substitutes work," Yellow said with a shrug. "Done it tons of times. It's really convenient, you know. Back when I did my spy gig, I'd get captured on accident now and then, and just..." He made a snapping noise that was much louder than it should have been. "Kinda fun actually."

The thing hissed and writhed, but by now Owen had it held firmly. He squeezed it and held it forward, but the way his eyes darted about, it was clear he couldn't see it. He was operating on Bahamut's guidance alone. "If I'm stronger, then I can take it," Owen shouted. "Shoot!" Y̡o̢u͟'ll͞ kill̛...

"Yeah, either that or the wrong person gets out first," Yellow explained. "Maple shouldn't be getting out. She's... well, I mean, look at her. If she gets out, Cibus is fucked. Eien's a lot more slow-moving. Maple has portals. As for what I'd do... the assumption is I'll die and the memories...

Owen yelped in surprise and tried to move away from the attack, but it clung too close. The blade grazed the creature and it hissed, trying to puppet Owen toward the blade to get hit by it instead. "Oh, no you don't--Bahamut, what is it? Do you see it?!" I can take a hit or two. It can't...