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So this was what it all came down to. A goddamn huge leviathan made entirely of twisted pain and suffering that was generating its own personal hellworld to drag Cibus into. Charming. And yet it didn't even feel like their most impossible mission. Not when they'd gone up against so much...

Starr shrugged. "Got to have a chat with Ben before the match. He seemed pretty nice, down to earth, a bit overwhelmed by all this stuff. Gotta say, never would've guessed the guy was a striker from the way he talked about his time on the team." She paused, smirking. "Now Aria on the hand...

Starr cracked one eye open and glanced at Brisa out of its corner. She'd been half-dozing in the warm sunlight. God, it felt good to finally have summer again. "Not gonna lie, it's nice to be done with that whole exhibition match and finally get to relax," she said, idly swishing her tail.

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The air sizzled and crackled with Radiance. But the Radiance flowing through Starr's own body dulled the edge of the blasts. Each one rocked the stadium, sent shock waves up her limbs, and yet she held fast through one after the other. Until finally, it stopped. Slowly, Starr relaxed her...

So that was Brisa's plan. And there wasn't any time to argue. It was now or never. And in spite of every inch of Starr wanting to argue that this was insane and not worth it... Brisa was confident that it would work. And she was trusting Starr to keep things from going south. ..Alright...

god dammit why the fuck was he still standing fuck

The illusion lifted and the Substitute was guarding Soda completely. And that was juuuust fine with Starr. Her claws lit up with flame and she rushed forward without a second thought.

Goddamn Flesh hit like a dump truck. And Soda was nearly impossible to land a hit on. Yeah, no way was Starr gonna bother attacking him like this, it'd just be a waste of energy. He couldn't keep that up forever, though. Just had to ride it out. Starr reached for the shadows, healing both...

Yeah they'd pretty much been expecting him to be a dodgy bastard. Straight-up not being able to see his moves, though--that was new. Whatever, it wasn't a big deal. Brisa could focus on slowing him down. Starr was ready to hit him where it hurt...

Starr was used to fighting legends or Omen heroes here in the colosseum, always with Brisa, sometimes with Astrid. But this time it was her, Brisa, and Dave against Soda and his friend the giant alien dragon who she was pretty sure would sometimes show up as a Snorlax. No clue how the hell...

Honestly, any fight that Starr could walk away from without limping felt like a good one. She wasn't that hurt, all things considered. Just bone-crushingly tired. She felt like she could sleep for a week. At the sound of Reshiram's voice, Starr jerked a thumb toward the thing that Brisa had...

That thing crawling out of Kyurem's chest in the wake of Astrid's last strike. It wasn't hard to guess what that was. And the way Kyurem was standing over it, guarding it... it reminded Starr an awful lot of the way that Soda had cradled that thing that looked his partner, but wasn't. Starr...

The hail was relentless. Still, feeling anything at all was welcome compared to the numbness of before. And Starr could handle the pain. All this talk about the future and for the longest time, she'd never thought she'd have a future. "I'm not gonna stand here and act like I know the meaning...

And then finally, a shift. Something pushed Kyurem enough to strike back. And somehow, inexplicably, the wave of ice that followed felt more alive than everything that came before. Like Astrid's ice, almost. It was different enough that Starr wasn't willing to let it go. Anything was better...

Starr could feel the cold in her bones. It was getting hard to move. Kyurem's words felt like bags of wet sand tied to her limbs. Man. What was the point of all this? Starr wasn't sure she could remember. She could hear Brisa's words cutting through the wind, though. Brisa... still wanted to...

The cold got worse. Like her inner fire wasn't even there. Starr squinted through the swirling snow and reached for the soothing shadows that weren't there. 'Weather the snowstorm'... How the hell was she supposed to do that now, huh? Every instinct was screaming that they had to finish...

Starr blinked at the ice dragon. 'What was the point?' She didn't know how to answer that. She wasn't the sort to wax poetic about understanding each other through battle like Brisa or Owen. Somehow, before Kyurem had even done anything, Starr felt paralyzed. It was aggravating. She wanted...

Starr tensed up, eyeing her opponent with a frustrated impatience. Come onn... do something. Her claws twitched in agitation. She wanted to unleash all her pent-up energy in a burst of radiance and shadow, and feel that ripple of power that lingered in her body afterward. But not yet. Not...