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"Y'did splendidly," affirmed Brisa. "Y'took instruction damn well, y'know. I dare say we we're in with more'n a fightin' chance come time fer a rematch, if ya keep learnin' as fast as that." She levelled her eyes at Balm and tilted her head in curiosity. "Say, fella. Mind if I ask what the...

"Coulda been far, far worse," agreed Brisa. "As fer why he was so weak at the time... Could be any number of reasons. Presumably he's been capable of greater strength before, after all. What's interestin' t'me is that the varmint really does have sapience after all..."

Brisa got to her feet and shook off the Colosseum dust. "Weren't expectin' that," she murmured. So, Balm could pull off a trick a lot like her own. Interesting. She went in for the usual concession pawshakes, and smiled fondly at Cynthian and Icetales. Not a victory, no, but a very, very close...

Brisa frowned, and padded closer. "Y'couldn't've known, partner. And despite that concern, we managed to help you out afore that thing took over yer mind. That's a win." They needed some of those...

Gods, what was it with her Cibusean life and always having her fucking ears burning. All the time. All the fucking time. "Uh, his memories abstracted as a town, red storms, blacklit eterna parasite he was keepin' contained..." Everything was so fucking weird all the time.

"Seein' ya better is all I wanted," said Brisa. She took one last look around. "Seeya in the real, partner."

Brisa clenched a paw. Forced her lungs to move. "It spoke t'me." She looked up at her allies. Her stomach felt like she was falling. "It said..."

Brisa grit her teeth and got to working herself up to a later burst of energy. For now all she had to do was tough this out. "Cynthian, Icetales, we just gotta hold fast when he hits us! You can get past this! This is the toughest this fight is gonna get! Now firm up!"

Go on, hurt me, kill me, fuckin' end me, I'll come back and find you, I'll fuckin' destroy you— And then it ended, leaving her full of nausea, hatred, and fury. That wouldn't do. She focused the feelings away using Owen's very own mindfulness advice, as she heard his voice asking after her...

Brisa's shields went down faster than she could afford. Damnit, she needed to concentrate, gain some energy back... "You're figurin' this out just great!" she called to her allies. "Keep n like this and we'll gain an edge over 'im! Don't get carried away, now!" She looked at Icetales, still...

No matter what they could've said, the eterna parasite would make some vicious answer. It was Owen who rose above that. His inner strength. "We've got yer back," she said, just before he released the seal. "Get through this and I'll owe you a drink, partner." Owen released the barriers, and...

Her strongest hit just hadn't been enough. And then it was undone. Wasted effort! Brisa stood, panting, staring down their empowered foe. Legendary blessings, huh? She'd need her allies at her best to get past this. "Cynthian, we need your best to finish of Cepa! Get ready to dodge what y'can...

Brisa sat down by Owen. Almost any attempt to influence this could potentially fuck this up, judging by the vicious eterna distortions affecting his mind. What to say...? "Hey Owen," she began, softly. "Looks like it's goin' well. What's it like, keepin' a lid on this thing?"

Brisa loped up with her companions with her heart starting to race. Breathe deep. This'll work out. "How're ya holdin' up, partner?" she asked, unsure how her tone would come across.

Good, she'd held fast, just as she'd been sure she would. Now to push through this next exchange of blows without exerting herself any more than the precise amount she could handle... And she could handle a hell of a lot of Blacklight. Let's see them handle this.

"I dunno if that light is Bahamut's signal, or a symbol of Owen's mental fortitude, but it sure seems like we oughta head that way," said Brisa, firmly. She looked round at her companions. They made quite an odd team. But a good mix, perhaps, to help.

Brisa nodded. Declining this wasn't even a question. "I'll go," she said, with quiet conviction. "I'll do as is needed."

Brisa listened carefully to Bahamut, chewed it over. "Alright," she said. "No exotic energy empathic bullshit. Owen's gotta do this himself, not get rescued, I hear ya." She wiped her muzzle with the back of one paw and calmed her breathing, dispelling all traces of Radiance and Shadow. "If...

Brisa's frenzied bout of attacks had left their mark on Cepa, but left her winded. "Don't worry about me," she gasped. "I can take a hit or two from this guy." She braced herself, taking hard breaths as she prepared for another explosive offensive.

Brisa padded forward, head low. Owen was just . . . peaceful. Yet inside, he was struggling with the same kind of Eterna corruption – distortion? – as Darkwhite had? Never mind the familiars turning out to be eternatus larvae, it was happening to him— "Can he hear us?" she wondered aloud...