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"Uh--" By now, everyone had stopped what they were doing on their stretches to stare at Bahamut and his stone. Owen held out his hands like a routine and Shady hopped onto them to get a better look forward. "B-Bahamut? What's... maybe you should... step away from the stone?" He looked...

"I'm Owen," the Charmander introduced to Saltriv. "You, uh, you definitely showed up at a crazy time. Did anybody catch you up on what happened...?" Though he also seemed a little preoccupied by whatever was going on with Bahamut. All that banging and clicking... It was nice that Bahamut was...

"And one, and two, and three..." Owen bobbed and squatted, bent and straightened. All things considered, he didn't necessarily need this as much as some of the others did, but it was a good way to keep his mind off of things. He was still sore, anyway, so some aerobics was good for his flame. It...

"Take care," Arceus said, levitating the Blacklight Dragon off the ground. "I will handle this. You all need to rest for now. If anything is wrong, send a prayer to me, and I shall hear it." He disappeared in a flash of light, leaving the team to rest and recover on their own. If Pop wasn't...

"All right, everyone. Arms, legs, tails, or, uh, wax up!" Sceptile Balm raised his arms up. "And down... and up! And down... Good, it looks like you guys are getting better at this." Tired groans and dutiful grunts filled the Guild's lounge, which had been turned into a makeshift physical...

Arceus nodded. "Fix what we can first," he said simply to them all. "You should take care of your physical wounds for now, and be with one another for emotional support. That, uh..." He straightened himself. "That's real fly to do." Owen squinted. Seems Pop had trouble keeping up the lingo...

Hey Espy! Glad you're still enjoying yourself, but I will comment that I am personally also a little unhappy with some parts of Act II. Related... The pacing got a little bloated and I caught it a little late. I think one reason in particular the characters feel like they're stagnant is...

"Joule..." The word was said so softly, but in the relative silence of Destiny Tower and everyone's exhaustion, it had echoed. Maple was on one knee, held up by Truffle on one side and Potluck on another. The Decidueye and Silvally both had gold blood on their feathers, but they didn't seem to...

By some miracle, they had escaped. Maple had conjured some energy into Bahamut to flee the Reverse World, and despite the resistance and the chaos, they had done it. The team fell out of the portal and into wherever Maple had directed them to flee with her power--and it turned out to be the base...

Team Spectrum hastily shuffled through the portal, and God Squad followed shortly after, though a few lingered behind--Truffle, to maintain a ward, but it was fading. Soda, to keep up an illusion, yet it felt as if Mewtwo was staring straight through it. And finally, Owen, who was trying to...

Time after time they keep jumping at him like flies, but they were surprisingly durable. It would be very easy if he just killed a few of them now, and that glint in his eyes suggested the only thing holding him back was he was trying to choose which one to kill, and which one to steal. Perhaps...

And the glint continued to grow in Mewtwo's eyes, and the smirk became something less of amusement and more of... hunger. A human sort of hunger. Greed. The light warped around him and he made another shockwave. Starr had become noticeably stronger--flames danced in the air and around her body...

Mewtwo saw the attack coming and smiled at Mellow. Why, thank you. It was ever so helpful. He held Brisa toward the incoming beam of energy, uncaring of the residual damage coming his way.

The first thing to happen was Starr rushing forward. She was quick, and based on how Mewtwo drifted back, he wasn't expecting immediate aggression like this. However, he also, as Starr would certainly know, was not someone who could be so easily taken off guard. His eyes widened not with...

Unfortunately, the alternative here would be spending an extra turn with just Palkia, dragging the battle out when it's just one weak threat remaining before phase 2, which ultimately bogs down the pacing of the fight. Due to the nature of the game, it's much better to have something to expedite...

And once again, congratulations to everyone for a very resounding victory! As per usual at the end of the round, I have a few things that I would like to go over. I will order them in order off retrospective remarks by importance, and then the Round 6 announcements. Retrospective: There have...

Mewtwo stopped, looking at the Master Ball in his hands, and then squeezed it until it shrank to its inert form. Then, the ball disappeared, perhaps in some pocket dimension he held, or maybe a bag behind his back. He barely acknowledged them, barely noticed them, because he was a very busy man...

Realization flashed in Potluck's eyes. "That's why the Shades looked familiar," he said with a mumble, his eyes turning blue. "They were... like Joule? Somehow..." But after that initial discharge, Joule seemed to be smaller and weaker. He turned his attention to the group, slumped over but...

"We need to go," Owen said. "Aww, not gonna play?" Darkwhite asked. "He looks kinda like me! I wonder if we're related." "Y-you don't know him?" Owen asked as the team rounded together. There was another plume of clouds--Truffle had returned. The ground nearby suddenly gained splashes of...

"Yep! Me again! Glad to see you guys after so long~" Owen felt a chill run down his spine, then back up and to the back of his head. He hoped the others remembered that the best way to get her to go away was to ignore her, and he tried his best at doing that, similar to how Bahamut seemed to be...