Search results

The Weather Ball landed, leaving Brisa staggered and disoriented. Her head hurt to shake clear. She was vulnerable!

The energy in Brisa's jaw fizzled out with the telltale mental tug of a psychic move. She winced at the familiar sensation. She cracked her jaw. Nothing. It looked like Thunder Fang was lost to her for now. So, it was like that, huh? Alright! She didn't let up, coming straight for Astrid with...

Sand and salt, the opening salvo had been next to useless. She was gonna have to get in close. Brisa dove out of the path of the rocks and glanced back at Cynthian to see him recovering from a direct hit. Damn it, she needed to coordinate them both at once. "Cynthian! Get past his defences!"...

"On three!" cried Brisa. "One. Two. Three!" She opened the fight with a quick wave of electric power, seeking to paralyse her opponents immediately. Thunder Wave was no Radiant... whatever that move she'd used was. Radiant Arrest, maybe. But it was familiar, and dependable.

"Sure," called Brisa, "'cause I've got no idea how it tastes!" Her fur sparked and glowed as she warmed up in her own way, staring down Astrid all the while.

"You won't," said Brisa. Her voice was kind, if a little brusque. She pulled up close and spoke quietly by his ear. "Focus on status and support moves at first, and use grass attacks on Cabot. If you've learned to use radiance then so much the better, just don't do what I did and blow yourself...

"Nothin' too strenuous," said Brisa. "One round of two-on-two, no dirty shots, going until yield or knockout of a pair. Don't mind who I pair up with, if I'm honest." Silently, she hoped she'd get to fight Astrid. She wanted to see what the fox was made of for herself.

Brisa shrugged as expansively as her feline shoulders would allow. "Felt like shit, came here to drink. Feelin' better now with pleasant company. Actually, Astrid and I were just thinkin' of sparring. Don't suppose you fellas would be willin' to join us?"

"Howdy, Cynthian," called Brisa, with genuine pleasure. "Feelin' right as rain, here. Thanks for visitin' me the other day while I was laid up, pity I wasn't in better shape for conversation." And yes, Cabot was with him. She'd bumped into him a few times by now and he seemed a decent fella...

"A spar? Yeah. I'm always up for a spar. And I haven't been able to while laid up in the guild hospital. Sure." She wasn't lying. She was the gal who sparred at every opportunity. That's just how she was. But still... ...maybe she wouldn't use that radiant power that fucked her over so badly...

A trip to the river... to hang out with Astrid? That sounded... real lovely, actually. Brisa didn't answer straight away, in case her flustered heart fucked it up for her, but waved a paw at the newcomers. "I can see 'em from here," she said. "Reckon it's... Cynthian and Cabot."

"Oh no. I'm so fuckin' gay."

Brisa let out a low whistle of approval at the remark about how many outlaws Astrid had arrested. So, she could fight after all, huh? With any luck, Brisa would get to test her mettle in the near future. "Y'know, it kinda says somethin' that you're under less pressure tryin' to save the world...

Brisa nodded. "Yeah. I get that." She chewed over whether to open up about her own life, and whether it was down to the whiskey or Astrid's earnestness, she felt she could. "No dreams here, but I do think about home more than I let on. I have a friend, a golett who goes by Gil. The rest of...

Brisa actually broke into a grin of her own at that, and immediately tried stifling it with little success. Brisa hummed to herself and idly scratched a couple thoughts in the sand. "I reckon... we all came here to help out, even the grouchy, weird or... worryin' types. Not to get anything for...

Astrid's earnest moment of vulnerability brought out a different kind of smile, if only briefly. What she'd just said rung a few bells for Brisa, so... perhaps they'd got a few more things in common than she'd realised. "Enforcing the law? Oh, right. The ranger stuff." Brisa cracked her neck...

Brisa nodded and took the canteen gratefully. Besides being a gift—and you didn't turn down a thoughtful effort like that—it was a practical concern. "Thanks," she said with a gasp, after downing plenty of it. "I'll be fine, I ain't new to holding my drink, but I sure 'ppreciate the help."...

Brisa's whiskey-induced boldness evaporated the moment she processed the tenderness of Astrid's reply. Brisa stammered her reply. "I would lo-, that is, yes pl-, I mean ah, yeah, I also... wanna be your-- your friend." Your smile is awful pretty, she didn't say. Neither did she reach forward...

Rather than flinch away, Brisa actually leaned into the touch. The change in her body was immediate—her shoulders and jaw relaxed, and she took her grip off the bottle, leaving it in its pouch. She tensed up again a little at the mention of the word radiance, but it didn't last. "I want you to...

Brisa's face darkened as she looked down. "Still got perfect balance," she muttered, but she took a seat by Astrid all the same. She didn't say anything at first, but right as Astrid was opening her mouth to speak, Brisa blurted out a broken scoff. "The other time I did somethin' like this, I...