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Fighting Nature - 5 chapters, 1294 words = 5 points + 1 for theme (previously reviewed for BLC) PMD: Eternal Shadows - 5 chapters, 1371 words = 5 points

Merry reviewmas Ch 1: Oh boy it’s that 3DS Zelda game people like -Legit unsure what the naming inspiration behind Gen is. Dr. Google notes it’s British slang for information and he’s faking amnesia, so… maybe that? Actually I don’t know your nationality. -Okay, so Gen’s a human from, I guess...

Merry reviewmas! Ch 4 -Oh boy, a Bethesda chapter. This is gonna go great. [brick'd] -Raskin's exhaustion reminds me of an adrenaline crash, so to speak. Nifty. -Sid's right. The bait-and-switch letter thing seemed pretty obvious, though I think that's the point? -Not sure if you were using any...

Bahamut sighed. What a place of privilege this shade's actual counterpart must have come from that he could talk in such a way. But that didn't necessarily have to be a bad thing. All worlds could use more budding optimists. Too bad Bahamut was long past such an attitude. "Well, I see how much...

"Can you say that with absolute certainty?" Bahamut's red eyes focused squarely on Pleo's beak. "My dimension has— or, rather, had a Team Rocket. Like this one, they tried to dabble in forces beyond their control. And they were reward with Eternatus blighting out the earth's heavens before...

Esper floated over and poked at Astrid. "Welp. Rip in spaghetti, never forgetti." He saluted the fallen ice fox.

<><><> Back at the guild, Bahamut turned away from the screen that broadcasted the match. So, as it turned out, his team coordinated better in his absence. Or, perhaps, they were just better fighters when there were no stakes involved. Whatever. Perhaps this meant the team would do better if...

Bahamut walked past Pleo until his back was to the shaded lugia. "It's not that it really matters, since the team goes out of their way to avoid me, but on my planet, battling is not something pokémon do to grow stronger or understand one another or whatever drivel that god stuck inside a fence...

Was that praise? Eh, it didn’t matter. He was the team outcast. The loner. The one people consciously avoided. But that was fine. He’d been lonely for aeons. Bahamut simply had to focus on it. Anger. Hatred. Despair. That was what the Blacklight was trying to drown his teammates in. But...

This time a growl escaped Bahamut's lips. He was vaguely aware that this bird was linked to Cabot, but he didn't think that would mean he'd share the cranidos obnoxious unremitting optimism. At this point, Bahamut was starting to doubt this navy Cabot worked for was really anything worth writing...

"Hey! Where's the foul, ref?!" Esper shouted. "These jerks are attacking the press. I've got a badge and everything! I want a red card! Give 'em a red card!" The badge, of course, was the same one he was using to record the battle.

"I can't be sure. That'd be a foolish claim to make." Bahamut's eyes and core darkened. "But the 'thanks' I received came in the form of being blamed for the storm and fleeing the planet when the town's militia attacked me."

Esper held Bahamut’s badge up. It seemed he was recording the battle.

"Well, I was meditating before you showed up." Bahamut's tail lashed at the air. "And I was hardly close to anyone the last time. Miles away. Proactively trying to stop it." This shadowy bird was clearly young. He didn't understand. "I'm away from everyone to avoid causing any problems with this...

Esper gives Cabot a small poipole hug shield 2.

"It was a variation of Psycho Cut, but using light instead of psychic energy." Bahamut forepaws flickered again. "And I wasn't just standing in a storm. I was trying to stop one from causing an avalanche. But I'm not about to try and make something like that happen here."

"It's not about learning new moves. It's about trying to remember old ones." The black spikes protruding from Bahamut's forepaws flickered with specs of light. "I had dozens of techniques at my disposal in my real body and lost pretty much all of them while getting transferred to Cibus. I'm...

"Practice battle?" Bahamut shook his head. "That's an oxymoron. Battling isn't for practice. Battling is for survival." He looked up as another burst of icy wind smacked against his face. Hail plinked against his head. "If I can't withstand the elements in their purest form, how can I withstand...

"By enduring the pain brought on by this storm," Bahamut said through gritted teeth. "Strength is grown by testing yourself against nature's fiercest elements."

“Yes. But that’s the point.” Bahamut’s core was a dull gray. “I’m training. Trying to tap into the power I lost when I was given this temporary body. “Multiple team members have tried to convince me to fight. I got tired of it. Gave my badge to Esper and set him loose on the city.”