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Brisa took some moments to come to terms with what Maple had said. Salt and sand and spite... It was too grim to countenance. Fucked up. Wrong. But how to get the old bird to think differently, when he was so lost in it...? The duty to live is greater'n the duty to die, said a familiar voice, a...

Brisa's face soured, and she averted it from Truffle to hide her expression. Luz filled the silence. "I think we're all interpretin' that correctly. Truffle... You shouldn't've accepted the challenge without makin' yer opponents aware of those terms. Yer own ideals may be what they may, but it...

"It matters t'me," pressed Brisa. "An' I'd rather hear it from you." She padded a little closer and sat on her haunches. "Tell me what the hell I saw out there, fella."

"The will of a warrior," Brisa repeated. "What does that mean, exactly? You talkin' 'bout havin' a battleheart, or somethin' else? You practically seemed..." Like Toffee, she thought. Though with a cheerful disposition and a defensive style, this was the second time she'd fought an insane bird...

"You gotta retire, man," said Brisa, her heart heavier than lead.

Brisa eyed Truffle, trying to see a path that ended with the old bird getting his head screwed on a bit more tightly, and not only a respected friend who she'd gravely wounded. "Did anyone confer that 'duty' on you, or didja determine it fer yerself?" she asked, levelly.

Brisa closed her eyes a moment, biting back the acid comment that had come to mind first. "I can't say I agree with all that, partner," she growled, softly. "It weren't an all-or-nothin' fight, it was a casual sportin' battle. Weren't appropriate fer you t'risk yer health like that." She felt...

Brisa tried to smile, though she couldn't help chewing her cheek. "No hard feelings, then? I keep thinkin' I shoulda trusted the stats screen an' quit attackin'. I..." Damnit, she'd been stupid. The Colo's instruments weren't always accurate, sure. It seemed like every other fight, someone got...

Brisa had spent the intervening time sitting in quiet anxiety with Luz and Icetales until they would be permitted visitation. She didn't text anyone. She didn't talk. She waited. Now that she saw him, immersed in reading and not at all d– ...Not how she'd expected, her heart calmed a little...

Brisa tried not to show alarm in front of the crowd. It wouldn't do. "Kyukon. Bow t'the crowd and calmly take yer leave. We're gonna go find Truffle in the Colo's infirmary. Y'got it?" Brisa padded over Leg, who was anxiously stitching together her disguise. Brisa extended a paw, not to shake...

Seven strikes. That's how many lightning flash-step blows she could deliver, at her current level of fatigue. Truffle still thought he could win, but if she fought for real, she could fucking kill him. Damn it, should she refuse to fight? Would he even stop fighting if she did? Truffle's eyes...

Brisa tensed up, a pit in her stomach. Beside her, Icetales still gave voice to eterna-empowered exhortations and encouragement, to which her body yet keenly responded. "C'mon, Truffle, give it up! I ain't fuckin' smack-talkin', cut it out already!" Maybe if she broke that disguise for good...

Hey, congratulations to you both! You're both a credit to the community, as I'm sure you'll continue to be.

Brisa narrowed her eyes and grit her teeth. Truffle... Truffle had to yield if he was past his limits, right? And he had to be by now. C'mon. She'd hit him hard enough already. "Truffle, it's a sporting match, not a goddamn fight t'the red end," she growled. But the fight continued. Stubborn...

Truffle muttered to himself, troubled by something Brisa's sharp ears couldn't quite detect. Perhaps it would only come to light after the battle, perhaps it was something she could address now. In any case, she had an opportunity, and she intended to take it. Gods, she was tired. Fucking wards...

Quite the defensive network. Nothing she couldn't break through with a little effort. And since she'd got a sense of how tough Truffle really was, Brisa could afford to hold back just a little longer... "C'mon, try'n keep up with me!" she cried, mostly for the sake of the crowd's hype. "If you...

So, this was how Truffle fought? Brisa specialised in striking for critical damage in the blink of an eye, but his guard was too sophisticated even for her eye, and extended over the entire team. She'd have to wear him down to open up an opportunity. And to even get that opportunity, she'd need...

Brisa blew a long breath and crouched into a running start. Something told her this moment wasn't just a bit of fun for her opponent after all. Perhaps she'd find out exactly what soon enough, but in the meantime, she had to be on her game. "You got it," she drawled, before racing off in a...

Brisa practically jogged onto the field, raising her zeraora-form's arms to the usual cheers. The tone was a little different now, so soon after the fight with the Blacklight Eternal. Post-combat exhaustion was endemic in Destiny Village, and people wanted something lower-key. Well, a casual...

"Too fuckin' right," murmured Brisa, leaning into the hug. The two of them together were tough enough to take on gods. With Astrid, Owen, and a dozen other fantastic goddamn fighters beside them? They could take on anything. And there was no-one she'd rather have beside her for this fight...