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I'm on-site, but there's only so much any of us can do. Can someone please alert Pop an' God Squad? Like, right fuckin' now. Diyem might need some goddamn character references at this point.

Alongside Koa came Brisa, straight from the Colosseum and brimming with combat pep. But Diyem had warned against confrontation. So, no fucking confrontation, then. Saltriv and Dill were cowering by Diyem's home, evidently at a loss for how to interact with a fucking bureaucrat. Koa, of all...

Brisa shook herself loose of combat tension and enjoyed the rolling brightness of a post-battle high. She gave her opponent and his brother a bow. Then another to each side of the Colo's stands. And at last, she walked off the field, feeling for once like she could've gone further, done more...

"Guess you really are Meringue's brother," Brisa mused, her paw on her chin. "He said somethin' sim'lar." She crouched into an easy stance, set a calm gaze on her target, blew Radiant sparks from her muzzle, and smiled. "This was fun, partner! Thanks fer a decent fight." Then she hit him...

"There it is." Brisa chuckled hoarsely. Brulée's flames thinned and dessicated the air around her, and his onslaught rendered all offence irrelevant. She'd just have to cling on stubbornly until it was over. Good thing she had stubbornness to spare.

Brisa stared at the zeraora sat across from her for what seemed twice as long as she ought to take, even for something as heavy as that. There was so much in what he'd transmitted. His feelings might've been sent her way as if they were mere conversation, coloured by word choice and rhetoric...

"It damn well is," barked Brisa, eyes gleaming with bright energies. "Let's seeya come back from this." Brisa unloaded her most unforgiving combo yet, hypercharged fists hitting true with sickening cracks and thunderous airbursts. Even switching into a fully offensive onslaught, she spared just...

Brisa laughed madly. Oh, this was some impressive shit, and all for her to face down. How resplendent he was, in all his solar grandeur! How great an opponent to make bite the goddamn dust or by whom to be cast the fuck down. Neither of them were the type to go down easy. However this ended...

Chief, I'll be there as soon as I can. Keep yer head cool.

Ain't fuckin' Sprout, trust me. 'S'a fuckin' outworlder Overseer or I'll eat my own goddamn mane. Everyone getcher fuckin' eyes on the zygarde, now.

Brisa shook off the last of her healing trance with a fierce, wild grin. "You just watch me!" she yelled, before throwing herself at Brulée with renewed vigour, landing deft thunderbolt-blows and putting up a fresh set of barriers. By the time she was done, she had momentum to spare. Sky and...

Brisa barely reacted through her combat trance, save for the merest trace of a grin. As legendary 'mon went, the guy was made of fucking paper. Regeneration or not, she could put him down . . . so long as she could tough it out long enough. She struck again with a grunt of exertion, her blazing...

Brisa darted towards her opponent, her priorities as clear in her mind as the sound of cheering and the smell of dust and lightning. Keep her Radiance tamed, shift forms, land a blow to work out how tough he really was, and take a good breath. Keep going. She had just about enough momentum to...

Brisa chuckled. "As you'd have it, partner." The Colo screens and Sprout's amplified commentary indicated that she wasn't just gonna have to knock the bird out using tight combos, but repeatedly if she wasn't quick enough about it. Very well! She grit her teeth, and sparks flew. Putting up so...

It was only natural that having defeated one brother, Brisa should challenge the other. So here she was, eyeing an aspirant Ho-oh, her tail thrashing as she considered best practice for taking him out in one fell swoop. That was, after all, the advice Owen had given her. She intended to take it...

The glow surged briefly as their paws touched, and Brisa's feelings flowed out, unaccompanied by the usual searing, paralysing energy. Rather more of her feelings than she'd expected. You have a zeraora form, like me. You could be like me. You could understand what it's like. But you don't act...

"I get a li'l bit of 'em, if'n they're open or caught off guard, or more if they're tryin'," replied Brisa, wondering where he was going with this. She held out a paw, palm up, and the pads glowed a faint gold. "It don't sting or nothin', 'less I put effort in."

Brisa allowed herself a sigh as quiet as she could keep it. "I trust everyone to do their best when the time comes," she said. Luz gave her shoulder a light thump, and the two cats left the tower.

Brisa ran to the lobby in good time, to find Owen toppled on top of his poor shade. It wasn't all that sensible of Cal to even try giving him a paw, but . . . how could Brisa blame her, really? "C'mon, partner," she murmured to her friend. "Let's get you sound an' sleepin'." She shifted into...

Luz leaned into Brisa's field of vision with her very smuggest grin on display. "Alright, alright," grumbled Brisa, swiping at her badge's payment app. "Lay off, here's yer winnings." The shade chuckled with delight. "Why so grumpy? Didn't you put half yer savings on Owen winning?" "Yeah,"...