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"Good fuckin' gods you're hard to hit." Brisa came to a halt and breathed hard, focusing away her blacklight. "That's one hell of a move. If you can land it on the godlike bastards we fight, I have a feelin' it'll come in useful. Sky and stars, Celeste, what a workout."

Brisa gnashed her teeth hard enough to make sparks. "As if I'd go easy on you. Come at me, motherfucker!" She put real effort into her next Electric Facade, but somehow, she could only land a goddamn grazing hit on the fucker. He'd messed with her aim!

Brisa kept the Whiplashes coming, relentless, but steady. She wasn't trying to knock Celeste out, just to provoke more from him... "I ain't gonna quit 'til ya show me what you're capable of! Prove yerself t'me!"

Wait, the absol didn't even feel comfortable making the first move, even after an invitation? Brisa would start, then. Too bad for him! "Alright, Celeste. I'm fuckin' comin' for ya." Brisa surged with power as first her Arclight, and then her Overcharge sparked off. She held back her power...

So, Celeste really never fought recreationally? That . . . just wasn't how pokémon ought to be. Well, every world had its own culture, she supposed. She gave Celeste the short version of the spiel on sparring etiquette, and a couple of pointers that might be relevant to a fellow predator. Weird...

Oh, thank stars. It was good to see the absol looking well enough. "Howdy, Celeste! Hell, I don't think I see you around half as often as I'd like. I swear I've been meanin' to spar with ya fer more'n three months already." Increasingly, trying to engage in small talk was producing a certain...

Endless training was nothing new for Brisa, but for whatever reason it was so much more exhausting now. Maybe because she was drilling so many different moves? Or the pressure? Or just because she was working practically around the clock. Whatever. She had a list of folks with new shadow moves...

The match against Astrid and Vix had been an explosive, furious blur of aggressive combat. She'd been ruthless, using her Bright Arclight like she hardly ever had occasion to in a Spectrum fight. And yet it hardly seemed a minute later that she was here, fighting Starr and Nip, doing just the...

Luz smiled at her new friend and gave a thumbs up. "Sure it will!" She whooped and gave applause with the rest of the crowd as the match ended, but she was already excited for the finals, excited for her throwdown with Puddle, excited for the whole team to face off against Joule! "Aw, pal,"...

"Then yer on!" said Luz, happily. She let Puddle hold her paw. Why not? The match was a furious spectacle, over sooner than Luz wanted or expected. Goddamn, but those mon sure shone bright! "Wow! Reckon we can make sparks like that, partner?"

A fight with Puddle? Well, that would certainly be a damn good time! "If you wanna tussle, I'm game any time!" Luz held out a paw, the pads of which glowed with her silver-blue electric light. "Put 'er there, partner. We'll have it out just as soon as you say the word!"

Brisa prowled onto the colosseum grounds already sparking off, and her mane shone with electric and radiant lights as Astrid teased her with pre-match bravado. This was gonna be good. She somehow hadn't had a proper fight against Astrid since that scuffle on the beach! And she was so goddamn...

Luz gave Brisa a thumbs-up as she left for her fight, then gave Puddle a curious assessment. "Well, we lend our hosts our power, don't we? Brisa needs me around to support her for her fight! Maybe I'll fight in another match sometime, who knows. I know all the same techniques, pretty much."...

Brisa watched the match between Starr/Nip & Cynthan/Icetales with rapt attention, though her eyes were continually drawn to Starr and the way she simply blazed with controlled power. The mastery she had over herself, the conviction... The battle was over far too soon. She spoke to Owen in a...

Cynthian didn't look any different but he—she—was definitely a gal now. Was that . . . a plant thing? Whatever it was Cynthian did, she was lookin' twice as fine all of a sudden. Well, wasn't that just the queerest thing? "Hey, sometimes all y'need is fer someone to tell ya y'can do somethin'...

Brisa had heard of Ivy from Luz. She sounded . . . not much like Cynthian. Maybe gender wasn't the only thing that had changed about Cynthian. It wasn't a common thing to happen to folks in Brisa's world, but it was an understood reality. Maybe this was one of those things, like gals liking...

Cynthian's thoughts and feelings were very . . . different to Brisa's own about her parents. Her issue... Well, she'd never had any trouble taking after them. The problem was having to. "I expect most folk end up a little like their parents, and a little not," she said, creasing her nose in...

Huh. Weren't grass-types supposed to be the patient sort? "I dunno, Cynthian," mused Brisa. "A person can change fast under pressure. Y'might surprise yerself. When I evolved, I found I weren't half so afraid of myself no more, like I'd grown up as a person and not just more powerful. The same...

Oof, he was probably feeling a bit embarrassed, huh... "Don't worry about it. I don't begrudge it." She did begrudgge it, at the time but . . . what kind of person would care about a thing like that at a time like this? Cynthian was changing, and times were hard, and Brisa didn't want to be...

Yeah, that was right. The first interaction the three of them had together was Starr putting down Cynthian, and Brisa starting beef with Starr. She hadn't expected to feel admiration and affection for Starr ever, let alone to this extent or so often. "Yeah, the friendships we got now sure...