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Brisa Turn 3: I gotta pace myself right now. I reckon I can make that fuckin' Blacklight Dragon flinch with a Thunder Fang. We need to get further in. I'll go with the team while Icetales covers us, and get first blood against Lugia with another Thunder Fang!

Jesse nodded, mouth twisting into a dry grimace. This was gonna be an experience and half. And to think. One of them could be out to kill the other, once the game started. Or not. Briefly, he wondered which would be worse. Having to take the fucker on, or having to work with him. Jesse curled...

The team worked together with the kind of efficiency, precision and power that Brisa hoped to see from them at their best. And they needed their best for this one. As she stared down the Blacklight Dragon for a second time, all the while hearing telepathic chatter about a phantasm of Joule in...

Brisa Turn 2: Starr and I are about to use a powerful combination attack... I'll Charge my aura ready fer it. That technique... How come my Void Arcstrike becomes so powerful when I use it around Starr's Brilliant Flarestrike? Whatever the reason, that Fusion Arcflare is gonna hit like a...

"Nah, I don't expect so, partner," drawled Jesse. "I'm in the same position as yerself and everyone else stuck here. We play the game. We maybe-die. We maybe-live. And if we're damn lucky, we get t'go home after." He rested a fist on his hip and looked appraisingly at Dave with his own head...

In his head, Jesse was already keeping track of who was who. Shortly, he'd manifest a chalkboard, consult his mental notes, and get it all written up for the sake of everyone else, perhaps.

Well, wasn't this just fucking splendid. One universe after another, without rhyme or reason, none of them his own, and still with that bone-deep fatigue and head-splitting migraine. He could do without being conscious. He could do without being fucking alive. But here he was, again, playing...

Brisa Turn 1 Seems a peculiar thing t'do amidst a real fight, but I guess Icetales is takin' Teatime with me. Thanks, partner – I needed that Quick Seed! While I'm at it, I'll down a Cautious Seed, too! Now to take on the fuckin' Blacklight Dragon again. Good thing I've got Starr beside me...

Team Spectrum vs the Worldcore: Turn 1 Supports: Skara used Ward III on Starr, granting a 1313 threshold barrier and a 175 HP damage barrier. Skara used Ward III on Cynthian, granting a 1313 threshold barrier and a 175 HP damage barrier. Mithos used Ward III on Cabot, granting a 1313 threshold...

Scene List Updated: Round Eleven – Brisa Scenes Rematch VS Pepper Savage – Owen Father-Daughter Time – Starr, Giovanni, Dave Debriefing – Starr, Dave Come Out and Play, Sword! – Group/Plot Shield Drinking to the Truth – Celeste Tribal Pariahs – Cream Of Books and Feelings – Icetales Interview...

Koa resisted. At first. Then he leaned into it, apparently too dazed to speak up. C'mon. That's enough fightin', now. "Koa," said Brisa, quietly. "Y'did great. I reckon it's best y'sit with all that fer a spell. We'll pick up yer combat trainin' at the usual time, but fer now... Say, why don't...

Brisa remembered every time she'd had her teeth at someone's throat. Every time she'd hated herself for it. Every time it had been okay. "Sometimes it does. Y'gotta figure out what t'do with those feelings. And it's gotta be somethin' better'n pretendin' they ain't there." Koa's voice was...

Brisa's eyes and shackles bands of golden fur blazed with Radiance, and the crackling restraints of lights appeared around him, stopping him in his tracks and restricting his movements. Now was the time for the golden tethers. The connection was firm, linking her to him even as the streams of...

I'm a monster! He was a kid, shoved into a new body and a new world, and told to fight gods. What could he possibly have done at such a young age for it to be true? How could he believe something like that? But hadn't she, too, believed something like that? And... That hadn't been true. It...

The Shadow-energy sapped at Brisa's fortitude, physically and mentally. The next magical attack would hurt a lot worse, now. The words, too... She hadn't thought Koa capable of a verbal snipe like that. Weak in spirit. It felt true. It felt . . . hard to resist. It hurt. Can't help yourself...

Sombra's intensity shifted, and her sorrow and fatigue seemed never to have left. "There it is," she said. "What it hurts you t'believe you are." Brisa stepped forward, mind clicking into combat mode. There was no risk of explosion; this was a safer scenario. If he frenzied, she could call him...

Koa didn't have to save Cibus alone, that was why he was part of a team. If he could only understand that— But Sombra needed to draw out the darkness. Give the kid an opportunity to see that it was even there. She'd have to impress upon him that he could depend on the team later. Take yer own...

"How come it matters so much t'be strong, kid? Y'got somethin' y'wanna be strong enough to do? Someone y'wanna be stronger than?" Sombra advanced on Koa, treading softly on the training room floor, her paws not quite making contact with the synthetic surface. As if her body had no real mass, no...

"Really?" insisted the shackled Shadow. "Y'don't got any fears ya have trouble admittin' to? Y'ain't insecure about nothin'? Maybe . . . guilt? Shame? There's somethin'. I don't buy that yer the only perfectly-adjusted fella that was ever born, Koa." Those eyes were blank gold. Hard to tell...

"Nah, that ain't it exactly," drawled Brisa. "Shadow works off of negative feelin', sure, but mostly the stuff y'push down, that y'don't express. Everyone's got some. Even Cabot – though his seems pretty low-key. Just impatience, mostly." "Why're ya so eager t'prove yerself to us?" asked...