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"Power of this nature can be alluring to those who aren't used to it," Bahamut mused, a spark of light dancing between two of his claws. "Especially when the world is giving everyone ample opportunity to put the powers to work." A pensive pink overtook his eyes and core. "I wonder... if we knock...

Bahamut grunted. “I think some of our allies struggle with moderation. They blow themselves up like they’re fireworks. I admire the tenacity, but I fear this fight is not one where they can get away with suicidal strategies.”

"Only if the shield doesn't actually block anything," Bahamut replied. "If it repels attacks, I can keep using it. Though I don't exactly want to use it too often, since I'm not looking for the shadows to grow too difficult to manage." He looked past Cabot. "I know how much you lot like the...

"It's not a complete solution... but after some experimenting with these shadows, I've fashioned the dark aura into a variation of Wide Guard." Bahamut's two arms tapped their claws together. "The shield isn't good enough to withstand the full attack, but it should be better than nothing." Or...

"I might've made a few too many assumptions in the moment," Bahamut continued. "I'm not used to being surrounded by people who are," he sucked in a sharp breath, "stronger than I am. With what we learned about Maple and Voices of Life, my assumption was that the aggression she displays was...

“My apologies. But in the moment, I didn’t know there was going to be some big strategy meeting.”

He shrugged. “It felt like the most logical course of action. The attack is charged. Trying to knock him out won’t change that. So take the attack and push it somewhere else.”

“I see you found your voice again,” Bahamut said. He sensed Cabot’s entry but didn’t turn to make eye contact. “It looks like we had the same idea for fighting Joule all along.”

After leaving the meeting, Bahamut headed back to the guild. There were things he needed to do to prepare. Items to purchase. Aural tweaks. That kind of stuff. But, frankly, he wasn't sure how the city was functioning. Was anything even open? Arceus might've known, but Bahamut wasn't going to...

"Yes and no," Esper said, turning upside down. "What wasn't normal yesterday can be normal today. All depends on perspective!"

Mew poked their head up and waved. They went back to rolling around in Barky's floof.

Mew had wandered away from boring old Nero. They spotted God-butt and their, well, godly pelt. They popped down on their back to bury themselves in Barky's fur. Way softer than Nero's.

"Yeah, that sounds like the Team Skull I'm familiar with," Nero said. "But in my world they died to Yveltal and Dark Matter."

From the Diyem/Brisa Infirmary scene, we have Diyem's brilliant plan...

"I would presume that you would need a resume and recommendations," Nero deadpanned.

"Entertainment?" Nero thought it worth a guess.

Bahamut sighed. This familiar hadn't been around long, had he? "It won't work, Owen Seven. Joule's neutralizing aura would make it impossible for us to escape, even with orbs. The aura's strong enough to cancel out Maple's portals." He pointed out a window. "There's a reason the city's time is...

"Well, the matter of actually damaging Joule will have to fall to those who actually attack." Bahamut sat on his haunches. "All I'll be good for here is healing, as per usual. But if you want a weak spot... that would be between Joule's eyes. That's where my brain prism dwells in that form, so...

Humans are weird, Nero thought. Mew continued purring atop the other silvally's helmet.

"I have Magic Coat." Bahamut shrugged. "The team could literally fit behind me, but these battles don't seem to work that way." He smirked. "Guess that means we just have to run up the inventory tab."