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Brisa laughed. "If I'm not, so be it. I'll have a good time anyway!" That was the real joy of Cibus. Battles for the sake of bonding with others and having some goddamn fun. "Let's see how tough you are!" she said, dashing towards the young lugia, trailing sparks.

Brisa shrugged, and steadied her breathing. When fighting alone, she had no choice but to use a recuperative trance to stay in good health. It'd slow her down a little... And it dispelled her superheated plasma... But it wouldn't impede her too much, she hoped. "Don't much expect anythin' t'be...

"I'm sure you'll do great," said Brisa. "Let's see yer best!" That was all that need be said, or could be said with the storm whipping up around them. Fucking hell that was going to make striking the fucker more difficult. She'd find a way, though. Of course she would. Shimmering barriers...

Stormkeeper Meringue, aspirant lugia. For all that he'd spent much of the last few months in a state of nervous anticipation of scrutiny from his master, the fella sure packed a punch. He'd beaten a member of the team already, and he'd only gotten stronger since. Ah, but so had Brisa. "Howdy...

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Brisa asks Owen for advice on upcoming Colosseum opponents. She'd like to fight Flesh as promised, but perhaps she's strong enough to do so alone by now? She'd like to fight the avian aspirant siblings, Meringue and Brulee. She watched Meringue fight once before, but how does Brulee fight...

Brisa banished her frown, though not without some effort, and gave Mergo a curt nod. "No point holdin' anythin' against ya. Consider it forgotten. As fer yer questions..." She considered what Mergo had said, and compared her previous feelings on similar subjects to what Mergo was implying...

Brisa nodded with relief at Starr's merciful restraint in commenting only on the tactical application of what she'd said, only to immediately feel her ears flush hot at Starr's follow-up comment. You didn't have to be a genius to read into that one. "Y-yeah," she replied, ears pinned back...

Brisa shook her head and sighed. Had he wanted to win? Had he wanted to understand her? Or had he only wanted to see if she'd surprise him, to scrutinise how she reacted? "Seems you don't understand me half as well as I thought y'might," she said, wearily. "I've never yielded a fight just...

Brisa grinned sheepishly, ears flattening. She considered deflecting, but Starr would see that this was worth prying for. She considered lying, but she'd never been able to lie to Starr. She decided to answer honestly, even though doing so would probably give Starr an opportunity to evaporate...

Brisa beamed unreservedly. From a guy like Pine, she knew the worth of those words. The four of them exchanged a few pleasantries, and then Brisa limped off the field to cheers and applause, together with Starr. They were the worse for wear, but she couldn't be happier. "We did good," she...

Brisa pulled her lip back and went on the defensive, weathering the onslaught with a mix of shields, evasiveness, and sheer grit. It wasn't a real attack. Her vitality was fine. But she'd treated this as a real fight up until Mergo had ostensibly paused it with his inquiry, and she reacted as if...

Brisa chuckled. "Y'ain't so off the mark with all that. Who knows, maybe yer right 'bout that last point. In some regards, it's already happened, but I like t'think that I care fer all those other things in spite of what was done t'me." She examined the gallade again with narrowed eyes and...

"Didn't do much dancin' last time I swung by a ballroom," remarked Brisa, smirking at the attempt to throw her off her game. "Bloodied a few faces, though. Let's see what I can do t'yers." She was still getting a handle on how this fella fought, but the transformation was particularly...

Brisa squinted at the battlefield through pain-jammed eyes, and saw searing blue light, three times. Then she heard the impact of a body against Colosseum sand. They'd done it again, huh? Victory, with seconds to spare. That was their signature style, apparently. When she had the strength to...

Brisa yowled in fury, clinging to consciousness with what felt like the barest edges of her mind. Fuck, that hurt! Goddamnit, she could barely last another minute... She knew Pine was more vulnerable to ranged attacks. Owen had told that much. She'd honed her Shining Whiplash to enable her to...

Brisa grit her teeth and braced for a devastating impact. They'd done well to block all that daamge so far, and she was in the best possible shape to take a beating, but goddamn, Pine hit like a landslide. They'd need to focus on Nanab first, like they ought to have done last time. Good thing...

Brisa grinned at Pine's praise, which, while it felt pretty hyperbolic, must be pretty sincere coming from him. And he'd know, with that vital statistics vision of his. She nodded at Starr, and felt the scouring heat of their shared Radiance as they each flared up for the fight. For all that...

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Brisa's tail swished anxiously. Pine and Nanab were some of the most formidable foes they'd ever faced, and while she and Starr had come a long way since their last match with them, this would surely be a tremendous test of their abilities nonetheless. But she looked to Starr, and the anxiety...