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Diyem, sapping corruption from the more psychologically vulnerable member of the party? Brisa nodded, and gave a tiny, dry huff of amusement. "I suspect you're right. There's a disparity between our clearer-headed fighters and the more troubled, yet they somehow get by." Zeraora truly was fully...

Brisa bowed her head a moment. Cibus was not ruled by its Legends, but respect wouldn't go amiss. Given Zeraora's apparent personality, perhaps brevity would also be best. She had that same terseness common in the Escarpa. Like Ma. "No other 'mon of Cibus, not even a Legend, has touched the...

Huh. A random strike, or a show of force? Well, Brisa had fought gods before. She'd keep her shit together. "I want to better understand what is is to be a zeraora, and to better understand myself," answered Brisa. "The Blacklight has shown me that there's still a call inside me that draws me...

Luz' description of Zeraora had been accurate, but it hadn't explained everything that Brisa now felt about her. There was power, judgement, independence in that voice. There must be a spartan personality beneath that reverberation, to control the Blacklight while remaining lucid. Brisa had the...

Brisa remained with Koa a little while longer. Not much passed in the way of conversation. They shared a long moment in the storm, allowing themselves respite from their daily duties to grieve their imminent parting. It helped. Or at least, Brisa felt that it did. Either way, they deserved it...

Despite her breath catching, and her golden bands gleaming softly in the gloom in anticipation of making a connection, of soothing Koa, Brisa let it happen, let her friend have this moment of catharsis. His Shadow changed, much as hers had, its chains dissipating rather than fragmenting. She...

Just be . . . angry? Well, she already had anger enough, and it wasn't like it would help... And yet. "Y'know what?" said Brisa, a grin inching onto her face, "fuck it, why not?" She drew a sharp breath, and when thunder next struck, she threw her head back as Koa had done, and made that same...

Brisa looked at Koa with mixed feelings. He had the look of someone who was about to go petition gods on her behalf. Kinda felt good to have a friend so firmly in her corner like that. "I 'ppreciate that, Koa. Nothin' much t'be done about it, though." Damn, but the stormclouds were a good fit...

"Betcha can fuckin' guess how I feel, kid," she replied, with a sardonic jauntiness. "Give up all the healthy relationships I've ever had an' a shinin' career doin' what I love, t'go back to livin' on my own workin' a thankless job fer people what distrust me on sight? Don't take much genius to...

Brisa's smile was dry as dust, thinking of just how fucking gruelling their final challenge may yet be, but it was a little easier to believe they could secure a victory. "You just keep showin' up to trainin', Koa," she chided, gently. "Ain't much longer now... Every hour counts."

Brisa shook her head, but her smile was rueful. "I dunno. I love a good clean fight, and that... That weren't it. I'm fine with puttin' on a show, sparrin', experimentin', whatever, but the thing that gets me is that they trash-talked us, snooped on our battle records, an' went outta their way...

Brisa nodded, and blew air through her nose in heavy acknowledgement. "You do what you can. Reposition yerself. Use a fallback technique. Recover yer stamina. Use yer items. Have y'seen the budget we've got fer this one? 'S'fuckin' princely, is what it is." She bit her lip. That wasn't quite...

"I've been damn near knocked outta fights before now 'cause of shit like that, though never quite so bad." Brisa pursed her mouth. Koa was taking it hard. Why was he so reluctant to admit that? At least he was. "Be reasonable with yerself, at least. You were immobilised, but most everyone was...

"It don't have to be all that matters," Brisa replied, evenly. "You could be mad about it if'n y'wanted. Or even just that trick they pulled at the end there on you. I'm just sayin', it'd be fair enough if you felt hoodwinked an' bushwhacked an' whatever."

The silence between them that lasted through the loudest part of the storm, where tree cover was thinnest, gave Brisa time to think. She'd already contemplated much of late. The Blacklight, the coming end, her own feelings on the Miracle fight... Koa would have his own feelings, and she wasn't...

Flesh, a guzzlord, was one of those ultradimensional beings that grew stronger with each felled opponent. Sprout and his display screens called it 'Beast Boost'. There was no chance Brisa could survive this onslaught. Starr, maybe. But if Brisa wasn't around for Flesh to get the boost... The...

The big guy didn't even want to fight. Man... But he obviously had something coming for them, and they had to deal with him one way or another. But Starr could barely move, and it was taking every ounce of concentration to keep the shadows at bay. She had to rest. Just a little bit...

She could hardly tell what was best, what was needed. A stray thought – try to stagger him, throw him off his game? Okay. More hits, don't go for the soft points. Her head hurt like hell, by wind and by weather. Goddamn...

Brisa yowled under her breath at the sheer disarray she had to somehow muddle through. All her tactical preparations were fucking moot in conditions like these. All her focus, all her inner fire, and the best she could hope for was that she wouldn't hit the foe so hard she careened into...

"You will," said Brisa, with total confidence. "Are you kiddin'? After knowin' yer counterpart fer a year, and seein' how yer teammates think of you, I got the feelin' you'll have friends and allies wherever you go." She really did believe that completely. And believing it so hard... That made...