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Brisa smiled and gave up trying to persuade Toffee for the time being. If it was as simple as explaining that she went berserk, someone would have managed that by now. Instead, she gave a small greeting to Truffle and let him take Toffee's company, before leaving the Colosseum herself with...

Brisa helped Toffee to her feet, and supported her weight as much as she could. The bird was just large, though, and heavy with metal. "Toffee, I'm awful flattered, but y'should know, y'nearly took me out. Pushed me to my darn limits, darlin'." Brisa chuckled. How did Toffee really have no idea?

Brisa sank to her knees and let the plasma wash over her, restoring her, slowly. She rested. She focused away the residual Blacklight. It seemed like damn near every fight lately had her winning while one hit from passing out. But she did win. She approached Toffee with caution, not entirely...

Toffee's next assault would be her strongest yet, and she'd shaken off her paralysis, too... There was no surviving another offensive from the corviknight. Maybe if she put everything she had into bracing herself... Nah. Let's do this. Brisa took sharp, shallow breaths as she ran from the...

There was no way this was all Toffee had to bring to bear. Better not get cocky. Brisa paced herself, expecting another, worse assault...

She spoke quietly, barely above a whisper. "Warm. Can't feel the stiffness no more. Fine overall, I guess." With the stones absent, she felt almost bouyant. The feeling of ordinary air against her fur was chilled by comparison. "Lighter."

Toffee struck with incredible pinpoint attacks, but Brisa's only good option right now was more shields... She braced herself for the coming hits.

The heat was all-consuming by now. She let it consume her. Eyes still closed, air left her body, and returned to it, in, out, cycling forever. How would she feel when the stones were finally removed?

Okay, plenty of attacks, renewed vitality, unerring accuracy . . . but not hitting hard. Not yet. There was worse to come, for sure. "That's more like it!" she cried, then went in for a real attack, her fists glowing, full of hidden strength beneath her superheated corona.

"Have it yer own way, Toffee! Show me what you've got!" Brisa was prepared to take Toffee seriously. After all, Owen had looked concerned. And yet, Toffee seemed to be on her last legs... Perhaps she'd strike back with explosive fury when pushed to her absolute limits? Like a more extreme...

At this rate, Brisa could take out her opponent while hardly batting an eye. She didn't . . . really want to do that, but it wasn't fair to deny an opponent a little flair if they asked for some. "Alright, Toffee, if'n y'wanna give 'em a show, let's do that!" Brisa took a step forward, and...

Oh, bless. When Toffee had explained she wasn't much of a battler, Brisa hadn't realised she was a novice. Still, she must've become a corviknight somehow, right? And even on Cibus, pokémon grew from struggle and strife. Brisa would do as she'd promised and go easy on her, all the same...

"Nothin' like a casual battle t'get t'know each other a li'l better," called Brisa. "Don'tcha worry, I ain't hopin' to go all-out today! Gimme yer best, partner!" Brisa got into a casual limbering-up, her body flooding with Radiance as she strained it to work harder, produce more electricity...

After a certain point, Brisa's awareness of her stiffness gave way to an awareness of heat, weight, and the sound of Bahamut's voice. In. Out. A 'mon could lose their proprioception under these conditions. That was alright. In. Out.

No thoughts, then. Focus. Counting breaths helped. So did keeping silent. In. Out.

Brisa makes up for lost time with Astrid, inviting her to train together, working on tuning their elemental interplay and testing out new Explosion-based strategies. They usually grab a bite together afterwards, Brisa's treat.

"Yeah," said Brisa. "We're done. And yeah, I'm more'n okay. Fightin' like this is a helluva lot less painful." She gave Starr an affectionate nudge, and turned to leave the arena. "Thanks fer yer help, Dave. I know this ain't really yer thing, but we just took out one of the strongest teams in...

Brisa grit her teeth. Maybe some ascension shit is happening, Dad. That'd make most folks proud, I woulda thought. Guess not. She sighed as Dave laid off a little and Starr leant her weight on her. What relief. "Yeah, I'm still the same gal. Look, I'll change back in a second, I just heal...

"Yeah, there's plenty tightness there," muttered Brisa, closing her eyes and drawing her lip back sharply, suppressing a hiss at the latest application of a boiled rock. Her patience with this ordeal was paying off, though. Possibly. It was hard to tell if it was just placebo, or...

"Control over bioelectrical impulses is responsible fer the heightened reflexes an' immunity t'paralysis common to electric-type 'mon," recited Brisa, automatically. "Ah, I'll do my best." She made herself receptive to the next stone, as much as she knew how, as her forepaws clenched and...