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Thank fuck she had such a high tolerance to heat. The sensation was intense, but not nearly so much so as what she went through just about every battle. "Uhuh..." She pressed her chin further down and tried to allow her muscles to relax. It didn't come easy.

Brisa could follow instructions. Sure. The clarity and specificity helped, too. "Ain't been so bad, lately," she remarked, quietly. Particularly since unlocking that zeraora transformation... Her usual searing plasma seemed to restore her rather than enfeeble her. Still, she was stiff. Mostly...

Brisa usually held a loaf pose or curled up tight... Even though sprawling out was something she'd grown fond of just recently, it still felt a little stiff and awkward when prompted here. "Alright." She spread herself out, stretched as much as didn't hurt, and waited.

Huh? He didn't know? Well, it wasn't like she'd told him. Shit. "Oh, uh. Yeah, this is like... Y'know how Owen looks a li'l different lately?" Brisa rubbed the back of her head, sheepish, hyper-aware of the intensity of Dave's stare. How to explain herself? Well, she'd just assumed he'd...

"Well, it suits me jus' fine. How d'we begin, fella?" Hmm. This was the first time she'd been alone with Bahamut in a while. She'd never got the chance to try out her luxray vision on his leonine body to detect if he had any bones. And he clearly didn't now – a quick check confirmed it. "This...

Brisa arrived at the appointed time. It paid to be punctual. She didn't really know what to expect, but she knew Bahamut had tried a few different means of improving team morale before – something about scented candles? – and she was always in favour of such efforts. "So," she began, "How d'you...

Brisa helped Starr and Dave up as the Drumsticks began to recover. "Y'all were great out there," she told her teammates, her face beaming with the satisfaction of victory and the joyous thrill of battling alongside friends against someone she respected – who respected her. "It was a darn close...

Brisa fell to one knee, leaning heavily on her leg, breathing hard, feeling that plasma wash over her, soothing her wounds... less so her exhaustion, but that would pass soon enough as well... Her ears were ringing. Or maybe it was just the crowd. She felt like she could just keep rising into...

Brisa took the hit and saw stars, for a moment, but she'd expected that, and expected the pain, too. She could take it. Her true power, huh? "Somethin' like that," she gasped, barely keeping her grip on herself as her body flooded with Radiance and Shadow. The Facade was trance-like, the...

"You'll not find many a gal more tenacious than me," breathed Brisa, straining to keep victory within reach of her claws. "Don't count me out jus' yet, partner..." Tactical options were thin on the ground and there was an opening ahead. She didn't know that she could win. But she'd fight like...

Nugget was fucking dusted. But so was Starr. Y'ain't at yer best without her by yer side. The odds are slimmer now, the light dimmer... But just fer a moment there, wasn't she burnin' up somethin' fierce? She's a goddamn meteor. Every fight from now on was another chance to see Starr pull...

Requesting an additional 2 BLECs for the double-point beta reading done here. Performed a beta reading of @Chibi Pika's The Legendarian Chronicles, chapter 49. Triple points = 6 BLECs!

Shit, Dave was down. But he'd saved her – fucking narrowly – from defeat. There was a path to victory and she could see it. "We won't get a better chance'n this!" Brisa shouted, exchanging a glance with Starr before fixing her vision on Nugget. The blaziken had to go. "Let's take 'im apart!"

"I'm goin' all-out," cried Brisa, "watch my back!" Starr was right. It was now or never to take out Tender, and they'd never beat the team with him in play, so the only sense was an alpha strike on the absol. She could do that. She had the strength she needed... And she had her teammates. She...

After a chance chat with Toffee during an impromptu visit to the Guild premises, Brisa asks Owen what to expect from a fight with her. Luz asks any Legendary 'mon, aspirant, or learned experts she can find what the criteria are for becoming an ascension candidate.

Brisa threw out another broad burst of paralysing energy with a snarl, determined to slow their opponents down. Don't get ahead of yerself. Another onslaught like that'll take you the fuck out. She grit her teeth and shed the excess corruption generated by her plasma-soaked body. Could she use...

Brisa shivered with anticipation, and it sent sparks of plasma and Radiance off her mane. It would be good to fight in a triple battle. She didn't get to do those too often. What's more, she had good teammates at her side, and good opponents to test her mettle against. She'd enjoy this. So what...

Brisa imagined trying to relax with Bahamut performing a massage on her and her biggest crushes by means of hot stones. "I'll give it due consideration," she said, seriously. "Just maybe not with those gals the first time, fella." She could still feel the corrosive touch of that thing inside...

Brisa flicked an ear and raised a brow. "I appreciate yer consideration, Bahamut. I reckon I can take a guess what kinda stress yer thinkin' of, but I can't say as I have much idea what you intend t'do about it." She thought it over as Bahamut discussed the upcoming mission with the others...

Brisa grinned. "It'd be a pleasure. Thanks again fer the fight." She helped Cynthian to her feet and to her senses, saying quietly, "Y'did splendidly, partner," before making her way out of the arena. She had more matches to prepare for, after all. <><><><><>