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Brisa listened with concern to Icetales' account . . . all the way up until his transformation. Now that was the kind of confidence and boldness they needed from their Blacklight-wielders. A thrilled, fanged grin slowly pushed its way onto her face. "Fella, I dare say I'm ready t'believe it...

Cepa was leaving herself open. It could be bait, a trick, sure. But you didn't win battles by avoiding every damn chance to land a good hit. "Now's the moment!" Brisa yowled a battlecry as she ran forward to strike at Cepa with unfamiliar chartreuse energy at her claws as she swung them again...

Good work, Bahamut. I'll be there in a flash. Lemme know if I oughta grab somethin' on the way.

Brisa contained a growl in her throat at Diyem's mention of taking Owen down. The way Cibus seemed to 'work', fighting him was absolutely on the table. And Bahamut, for all his avodacy of ruthlessness to date, had taken action to help preserve Owen if possible. His odds weren't so bad just yet...

Ah, yes. That sounded like Icetales. Brisa offered him a dry, smile and walked a little closer. "You're the goddamn lynchpin to half our battle tactics, so yer dead wrong about that," she said, carefully, "And I didn't tell anybody if I could help it, so it had fuck-all to do with you or yer...

Brisa's body lit up with power, but she restrained herself, contained it, saved it for when it would matter. The zeraora form came smoothly this time; controlled and deliberate. No crackling electricity, just a thrum of power. "Cepa will interfere with our moves if we target her!" she barked...

Brisa looked at Icetales and wondered if he really was as old as he claimed. Not physically, or even mentally, in emotional terms. Her expression remained even, and her tail still. She had a lot she could say to that. That of course not all the team could be trusted with sensitive info, for...

"Keep yer wits about ya," warned Brisa, narrowing her eyes at their opponents, her luxray vision scuoting for weaknesses. "These guys are some of the strongest individual battlers we've come up against..." It got worse. Or better, if you looked at it right. "And none of my usual suite of...

Brisa skewed her mouth, tilted her head and listened carefully to the ninetales. "The bit about Maple bein' shadow-corrupted an' reactin' to Eien was general knowledge already, and it weren't enough to convince her t'stay benched. All I coulda told her was that Soda was a traitor, which she...

Brisa nodded, and inwardly braced herself. How many more conversations about this...? She might not even try with Mellow. "Spit it out, fella. I ain't made of glass."

Brisa took it steady in the training rooms, avoiding the use of lightning, of sparks. They'd do her no favours against Sceptile Balm. Instead, she would conserve her energy. Stay smart. Use different tactics to her usual suite. She had a plan. When Icetales arrived, she still had plenty of...

Brisa gave a dry grin. "Fessin' up to a powerful crush as a trainable skill? Damned peculiar way to think of it, but alright. I'll try." She took a languid stretch, shook off some of her remaining restlessness, focused . . . and changed. A luxray once more. "Next time I see ya... I'll tell you...

Brisa scratched the back of her head and groaned. "Preppin' fer combat is somethin' that comes easy t'me. I got the talent, I was taught well, and I've had practice. Love, though? Teacher, I tell ya, I ain't never been nothin' but single. C'mon. I don't have the first clue how not to fuck it...

Brisa rolled her eyes and looked away. "'Sides gettin' absolutely shitfaced?" she asked. The sarcasm tasted foul in her mouth, and she apologised immediately. "In all seriousness, I don't really know. I don't know when a good time would be. We got more matches comin' up, our most dangerous...

Brisa met Fugu's gaze for a bit, and bit her lip. She ran through every excuse, all the possible deflections. Fugu didn't let her get away with many of those. Good. That's why Brisa came here. "Fer a long time, I sure wouldn't," she said, quietly. "But maybe I could do it now. Guess I gotta...

Brisa nodded, slowly. "I ain't said this out loud afore now. But yeah. Both my partners in the fight with Lugia. At some point or other, I reckon I fell in love with them." She laughed at herself, a tiny, voiceless sound. "I love real hard an' fast, y'know. I'm used t'keepin' it in as best I...

Brisa wiped her face dry, and took a shuddering breath, and then another, until she felt steady. "Yeah." She blew out a long, low breath. "Guess I got scared after we split fer the day. Life right now is full of uncertainty, and huge stakes, an' all that. I wasn't ready t'let go of how good...

Brisa had done this more than once. Her own feelings filled her head like empathy for a stranger and, as always, her heart ached for this person, this victim of circumstance, who was yearning and striving so, so desperately. It would hit in a moment. She waited for the emotions to implode. Oh...

Brisa and Luz both check in on Truffle and Leg to see how they're doing with Maple incapacitated.

Astrid's eyes, sparkling. Starr's laughter. Owen's smile. The taste of greasy, sun-warmed Colosseum stands food. Owen talking passionately about more opponents to come. Starr telling Puff to clear off for five goddamn minutes before asking his questions. Astrid leaning her shoulder against...