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"Never skipped a meal before?" Brisa growled, her body flooded with adrenaline and irritated at the idea that the hunger of one pokémon in 30 could be enough to tip the balance of the fight out of their favour. It occurred to her Celeste had been joking. "Uh, keep an eye out for prey, just in...

Brisa glanced back to see Celeste still fleeing and unharmed. There was no sight or sound of the rattata. She slowed to a pace, but kept going. "Don't let up, and break into a run if there's any sign of that thing," she snarled. "It's not safe to hunt here."

"Run!" hissed Brisa, turning tail to sprint away from this monstrosity. There was nothing in her mind besides the thought of swift and expeditious retreat. She wasted no breath on shouts and cries. She only ran.

Brisa said nothing, and remained perfectly still. This was... a disturbing sight, but an opportunity to learn more about the afflictions of this world. Her whole body remained tense, ready to lunge for the paras or flee in a flash if need be.

Brisa nodded. "We have little to gain, and much to lose," she murmured. She watched the staraptor for a moment, considering the degree of intelligence perceptible in its eyes. "Diyem — can a creature such as this understand spoken language? Negotiate, perhaps?"

"Brisa. Likewise." She fell into an easy walking gait automatically, expecting to find small game soon enough. She'd have hunted alone, but another pair of eyes was always an asset.

Brisa entered the woods at a lope, eager to find something substantial before the fight. Someone had said she could eat the 'gummis' being made at the Dojo, but she didn't care to rely on novel food before an event like this. She was hardly into the trees before she saw him. "Absol." Brisa...

Brisa nodded towards the medical supplies. "Take your pick." She prowled out of the Dojo, a staccato purr in her throat. Before she left, she turned to Cynthian again. "Well done just now. Don't stress about the battle. You won't be alone." Then she headed out, ready to make her way to the...

It didn't take long for Brisa to come to. Even this prosthetic body she had was pokémon enough to gain consciousness given several seconds. She eyed Cynthian from her position on the terribly comfortable dirt floor. "Feel good?" she asked. "It ought to." Brisa certainly felt good. Maybe she...

Brisa saw the green spores coming, but she couldn't slow down in time. She got a faceful of the stuff, and immediately she knew she couldn't hold out against its effects. Now that was more like what she'd hoped for. She came to a stop in front of Cynthian, and had just enough time to...

Brisa cried out as her vitality was sapped powerfully once more, but she didn't slow down. She couldn't tell whether she could take Cynthian down with tackles faster than he could drain her, especially with the restorative effects he must be feeling. But the odds weren't bad. "Better!" she...

Brisa landed the tackle without hesitation, throwing her body against Cynthian's. It was only a tackle, nothing special, but the roselia wasn't built for fights this close and personal and she couldn't help but wince a little at the impact. She darted away, already feeling the effects of her...

Brisa leaned to the side and let a poison sting whizz past, then took off at a run to tackle her opponent. Sparks flew off her paws. Everything depended on whether Cynthian pushed himself to show her something she hadn't seen yet. She was counting on it.

Brisa grinned. She was gonna get her fight after all. And, craven though he'd seemed so far, Cynthian would doubtless prove a tough opponent. "Alright then, Cynthian! Throw everything you have at me, and then some!" She prowled closer to her tutee, eyes flashing red in an opening Leer.

"Battles hurt," stated Brisa, as if to a slightly slow child. "Now, if we traded mega drain and thunder shock, you would win. You understand? You have resistance, and power. To beat you, I would need to be smart and brave. I won my fight against Curio yesterday because I looked for ways to win...

Brisa braced and took the attack, paying attention to the tugging sensation and the ache that came after. "You lack proficiency, but your actual power is significant," she said through clenched teeth. She was so much more vulnerable in this fucking tiny body, like a godsdamn kitten. He'd hit...

"It's a start," said Brisa, without irony. She hadn't had to dodge. "So that was a poison sting — if it comes to it, the 'karp are a large targets and your accuracy may not be a problem. We can work on it. Catch your breath and then show me what else you have."

He... wanted her to train him? Brisa thought for a second. He quivered like he was going to turn tail and flee, but his eyes were sincere. "Yeah," she said at last. "Okay." Brisa padded over to one end of a sparring battleground. "I can fight, but I've never taught anyone," she said, simply...

Brisa watch Curio and Starr leave, now on perfectly amicable terms having done each other some injury. She hesitated, not sure whether to stick by Curio's side, exchange some more verbal blows with Starr, or find some peace and quiet to be alone. She actually wanted to fight. Fight Starr...

referenced from art by the estimable @canisaries