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She had to find someone. If she didn't fight, she could stay with everyone a little longer. She had to remember how to fight for real again, in her gut, in her soul. Get an equal answer for this wretched truth. Brisa strode through the fucking tangible despair, feeling as if she was keeping her...

Brisa's face screwed up as her combat instincts forced down the feelings. The rage, the sorrow, the terror. Shadows didn't work like that – you couldn't just ignore them – but her training was older than her understanding of this. There ain't nothin' wrong with you. You've done enough. You...

Team Spectrum vs Final Eternal Blacklight ~ Turn 8 Messages ~

Team Spectrum vs Final Eternal Blacklight ~ Turn 8 Actions ~

All three of them... Astrid, Brisa, Starr. They might not be in one spot, back to back, but they fought together all the same. They were meant to. And somehow, Brisa knew, they all prayed at once to the dragons of Cibus' virtue, their patrons, divine counterparts to the way they felt and...

Brisa set her sights once again on the nexus of Radiance clutched in the amalgam's claws. Her Shadows were their best weapon against something like that, so she struck, again and again, until it went down. Can't risk otherwise. Can't tire out. Can't fail. Together, they were weakening the...

Brisa nodded, with a huff of amusement. "I dunno if I like it or not. Feels like if I let myself enjoy it, I'll stop bein' halfway worthy of it." She shrugged expansively. Big shrugs were one of the mundane pleasures of a biped body, especially one with such large fists. "How 'bout yerself...

Blacklightning enveloped Brisa, lighting up every part of her with an achromatic glow, and she grinned at her patron with gratitude and with enthusiasm. "I'll do ya proud," she said, voice reverberating in the darkness. There was a word she'd come to use often on Cibus. Unprecedented. Never...

Luz' internal brightness gasped deep as the dread lifted off her. Even Brisa's death, the terror of eternal life, nothing compared to that sense of doom. Yet she'd held firm, hadn't she? Even in perfect emotional blackness, she'd implored Brisa not to give up. And now... "Shine the way for us,"...

Team Spectrum vs Final Eternal Blacklight ~ Turn 7 Messages ~

Brisa whooped at the top of her voice, calling defiance across the whole Null Realm. The creature before them was a screaming, clawed void, whose grip threatened to burst their very spirits. It would have them be powerless nothings, drowning in misery for all time. There could be no retreat, no...

Brisa shifted into her zeraora-esque body with barely a change in pace. "Grew up on folktales of Luz Escarpa, the Wanderin' Light, a zeraora sworn t'protect the region I'm native to. When I were a kit, I had dreams of one day takin' her mantle. Guess they were still inside me somewhere, seein'...

Brisa grinned. "I reckon there's more t'most people than's readily apparent. I live with my thoughts'n feelings pretty damn close t'the surface, an' folks still don't always exactly ken me." She gave a determined sigh. "Don't you worry 'bout me, big fella. If there's one thing you can be damn...

Brisa took longer than usual to chew that one over. Just when Ben might've been about to worry, she gave him a melancholy, wistful look. "Used to tell myself I were destined fer somethin' like that. Like my parents, y'know? Made sense. I had strength, I wanted to protect folks, 'course I'd end...

Brisa let the arcanine's muzzle touch her. Physical contact wasn't so rare these days as it had been, but it still provided a catharsis like no hard liquor could. "Y'know, it's funny. I used to care so much about impactin' the lives of others, even when the folks I was protectin' didn't care a...

Brisa offered Ben a smile as tired as she'd ever given. "Family are kinda the problem, fella. Ain't got nothin' to do with 'em these days, don't much want to, an' odds are good that won't change. An' if I could stay, I'd have the folks of Cibus. I'm close to a few of 'em." She sucked teeth for...

He was putting on a brave face, but dogs were rarely good at masking their feelings, and Ben was no exception. Did he think she couldn't see his tail? Bless. "I dunno how ready I am," she replied, softly. "To put it simply, I ain't got a soul in the whole damn world t'call 'friend' back home...

"Why doesn't Diyem's telepathy just translate it the same as the rest of what everyone says?" asked Brisa, frowning. She shook her head. "Whatever. I'll take yer word fer it. Ain't got much of a view of Kora yet, an' I don't expect I'll seek an audience with Gene after that pompous fucking...

Brisa's gut lurched. She'd get over it too, wouldn't she. She'd just . . . endure. Sky and stars, she knew she would. "Right." She steadied herself, trying to get enough fresh air into her lungs to quell the unease in her belly. "Who knows," she said, tail flicking unhappily. "Maybe the...

"Hold yer fuckin' ground," roared Brisa, wrestling back her consciousness with teeth and fists and gut all clenched tight. "Trust Owen!" The five-part powers were back, as if they'd achieved nothing. There were apparitions in the battlespace that the combat telepathy told her would come for...