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Brisa's hackles went up as the transformation kicked in . . . but was this really Darkwhite's corruption returned? Or just another of Sword's games? It didn't bear thinking through or panicking about. Her goal was no different at all: Battle her friend; have fun. She wouldn't let a stunt like...

So, Shield was giving instruction, was he? Without his advice, winning this battle would probably be a sure lock. Figured. Perhaps that was the other power of human-pokémon bonds. Sword staggered under the continued onslaught. Brisa saw an opening, and her lips pulled back as she scented the...

Yeah, this... This ain't a revelation I'm too surprised by, but it's still fuckin' wild t'fit in my head all th'same.

"Oh, y'better believe I won't give up!" taunted Brisa. "No matter how many impressive moves y'got!"

Gods above and below sky, that... That could mean— "Changes nothin' that matters," mumbled Luz. "There are still ways my core could shatter if it came to it." Except it did change something. Sooner or later, she'd face whatever the next stage of this egg business was coming. Once, she'd have...

Sword's psychic attack ached, but Brisa knew how to ward off psychic intrusion, and it gave her a better reading on the mew's movements... Brisa barked a laugh and casually went to work at Sword's barriers. "I'll get through 'em sooner or later!" she retorted.

"Not bad!" shouted Brisa, still laughing. "But this is how it's really done!" Time to soften up the target a little, if she could... And now for the tail of the combo, that would firm her up against any more Mauls...

Brisa frowned for a second, then laughed. "Alright, we'll you an' me both show this crowd my best, huh?" She really should've expected nothing less of Sword~ But would Sword expect her new combat strategy? "I've been workin' on a new approach to combat," she cried, as she supercharged the...

Brisa ran onto the field with a smile on her muzzle. With so much madding bullshit on her mind, it was a relief that even now, she could hit the Colosseum with a friend to take her mind off things. "Alright, give me all ya got!" she called out to Sword. "I want ya t'show me yer best!"...

"Or as a contingency," mused Brisa, barely suppressing the growl in her throat. "After all, an unprecedented plan involvin' the destruction and recreation of an entire world... Usin' volatile energies drawn from uninhibited desire and inner darkness... That's the kinda thing as could go badly...

Brisa shuddered, and shook off some anxiety with a shake of her mane. She'd forgotten how distrubing interdimensional invaders were. Her world would fall easily to such creatures as Giovanni, as far as she knew. Certainly to a Blacklight plague. "And while we're at it," she added to Nate's...

Brisa's tongue had fallen still since Soda's answer about the moon had been interrupted by Breaker examining his mind. She stared, her upper lip drawing back slightly, her tail falling still and to the ground, ears flat against her head. Luz tried to catch her eye, but she wouldn't meet her...

Brisa continued watching carefully, and flexed her claws as Soda threatened to leave, wondering if a Soda substitute, even a mastery-level Blacklight-empowered one, would go down to a strong enough Radiant Arrest. In the end, he stayed. For now. While his other self did gods-knew-what on the...

Luz looked at Soda with earnest concern brimming from her every movement. "Soda, is it so unthinkable that everyone ain't hankerin' t'be immortal? That zeraora y'thrashed over the meteorite...? She had a partner who chose not to ascend, wanted to live out lives t'gether without those lives...

Brisa clamped her teeth down on her tongue. Be fuckin' careful, goddamnit. "We used yer lure. Turns out y'were right about Maple bein' corrupted. You got any intention of lendin' a paw with rescuin' and uncorruptin' her and Eien, or are they where you'd like to leave 'em?"

Brisa stared apprisingly at Soda, wondering whether he was going to 'come clean' now that Maple was out of the way, or some similar narrative. After what she'd heard from Koa and Dave, people she trusted... After what he'd said in his guise as the Haze... He sure didn't seem like an ally of...

Luz jogged up to Flesh, feeling an uncommon anxiety. "Welcome t'the lobby, partner. You doin' alright, there? I don't see yer illusory pal around t'keep yer disguise up." What in the blazes was going on?

Brisa raised a brow. "Fella, I'm hopin' to have some goddamn defensive fighters with us. Saltriv, fer one, who I literally just invited on the advance team, in front of yer fuckin' face. Pay attention."

Brisa met Petram's eyes. What did that shade's nature say about Icetales? Brisa's best guess... Icetales wasn't nearly so held-together as he presented himself as, nor nearly so grown-up as his age suggested. On some level... This guy was a kid, still hurting badly from a godawful ordeal...

Brisa nodded to Koa. No need to make comment. He'd got a good last word in. I could tell Kyukon 'bout the Voidlands, whispered Sombra, in Brisa's mind. I could tell him that until we faced each other there, y'were gonna dive towards self-destruction indefinitely. I could tell him how y'don't...