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OOC: I'm leaving that accidental post cause it's fucking hilarious. It was difficult to feel sorry for Zane with her shoulder and back singing with pain, and it was difficult to hate him with her battle-yearning sated. Still, he was making a pathetic show of his loss, and it soured the victory...

It was difficult to feel sorry for Zane

Brisa's mind held a cacophony of violence and little else, at this point. Dodging and feinting and landing blows were exhilarating, but teeth in flesh and flesh between teeth was a primal feeling like none other. Yes. Fight. Win. Win now. With Zane's jaws clamped into her back, she let loose...

It was too late to dodge—or Brisa was too consumed with her attack to try—and Zane's claws raked her shoulder, moments before she sank her teeth into his with a sizzle of electricity. This time, she didn't lose her grip.

Brisa waited for Zane to manifest his move, preparing to dodge it. Wearing out the opponent seemed to be by far the best strategy in this world with these bodies. Nothing came. She snarled with frustration and charged him, energy building up once more at her fangs.

Easily in excess of three hours of writing. Not sure if I hit six, but I'll drop some reviews tomorrow anything so it's moot.

There was no elemental force behind the kick. It was like being hit in the face by something heavy thrown at her. Was he not even using moves? It didn't matter. She had his ankle in her jaws. Good. She channelled dark type energy into her mouth and bit down, hard.

Brisa's anger had pushed out all room for caution. She lunged for the incoming leg and made to bite down on Zane's ankle without mercy, only lightning in her teeth.

"I'll humble you in a flat minute! spat Brisa. She let loose a crackling bolt of electric energy directly at Zane without even considering a strategy.

Author's Note: Thanks for bearing with me while I got the next two updates ready. Now the story proper can begin, and hopefully continue at a faster rate. If you’re an older reader, this is a different opening chapter than you remember. If you were a reader way back in 2012, it’ll be more...

"You're a fucking riot," hissed Brisa. "I came here to fight, so let's settle this sparring altercation right now. I'll beat you senseless, and then you never claim to have won our first-day match again. Now get the fuck in place."

Brisa's brain went into meltdown. "Hold up, no, firstly, that's not a good—you think Starr and I are what?—I can't, this is just, how dare you, gods only know what even happens in that tiny skull of yours, how the fuck did you think such a thing anyway??—you are fucking in for it, feller."...

Brisa didn't bother keeping her claws retracted or her growl suppressed. "I'm gonna need ya to explain three things to me. One: if you didn't teleport, how come you came outta nowhere just now? Two: since I battled you into immobility and walked away, how is it you reckon you 'won'? And three...

Brisa shook herself free of startled sparks. "Since when can you teleport? Wait—'beat me?' The way I remember it, I gave you an absolute thrashing."

Returning from the encounter with Darkwhite at the Guild, Brisa prowled into the dojo spoiling for a fight. "Anyone around who fancies a scrap?" she called. "I could do with a battle!"

Brisa scoffed at Maple's words. "You're saying that like y'ain't surrounded by folks who hail from other worlds. This 'Darkwhite' gal could be the mew of a different world. We know almost nothin' for sure." She grounded her electricity in the floor, and her coat stopped shimmering with energy...

Brisa shook off her sparks and mouthed a truly foul word. "We have to humour her. Someone native to Cibus, start making guesses."

Brisa prowled around the edge of the room, seeking to flank the "Darkwhite" and spot any openings, weaknesses, or feints.

The alarm on many of the assembled faces was enough to put Brisa into a battle stance, low to the ground and fur sparking. "Get those jars safe, now," she hissed at Truffle. "Don't let this troublemaker break 'em!"