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Brisa looked around herself in a daze. The phantoms were gone. The team was alive. Darkwhite was present, but fading... ...Starr. Brisa heaved Starr from her supine pose, heart hammering. How hard had Starr struck with that last pair of self-exerting moves...? "Luz. Help me. Help her." Every...

Nothing existed outside of the fight. Battle trance. Pure intention, nothing held back. There were no other ways to deal with the pain. Instead, Brisa reached out for Sword once again, desperately, earnestly, resolutely... Brisa used Shining Whiplash! Brisa opened her heart to Darkwhite...

Brisa Turn 7 1. Whiplash True Darkwhite for -50 corruption 2. Arcstrike -> Arcflare vs BLD (150bp, stab, guts, SE, HH) 3. Blacklight-type Z burst vs BLD (140bp, stab, guts, UE, HH) Net result: Z Burst sets her to 50% HP and Stm and removes all corruption for easy cleanup.

Brisa dodged blasts of shadow, then air, only to be thumped by draconic energy from Lugia's tail. The impact hurled her from the room; she rolled to a desperate landing, and grit her teeth against the pain. They were running out of time for this shit. She sprinted back along the tunnels of the...

Team Spectrum vs the Worldcore Turn 5 Battle-Style Messages:

Team Spectrum vs the Worldcore Turn 5 Full team-wide action breakdown:

Brisa Turn 6 [Receive Nip’s Energize III, skip forced rest and achieve 200stm] [Receive Brilliant Autumn from Saltriv] [Receive Pure Call from Mellow] Action 1: Travel from L1 to L2 Action 2: Travel from L2 to F Action 3: S. Whiplash vs True DW (+9, SE, hits Res, “holding back”) Free Action...

Jesse smirked to himself at that. What could he say? Downright fucking reasonable. Still, fuck you, Ambrose. Jesse grimaced. "Right. All I could do last time was chew out some fuckin' desk jockey fer the entities as set up the damn thing, an' my intuition says they ain't the same as set this...

Team Spectrum vs the Worldcore Turn 5 Battle Messages

Brisa looked to the phantasm of Shadow Lugia, bellowing incoherent rage, so much less intimidating than when it was the first Legendary pokémon she'd ever had to take on in open combat. She was stronger now, not just in body, or in combat skill, but inside . . . and in her connection to her...

Turn 4 Battle-Style Messages

Brisa Turn 4 Receive 109 stamina from Tricky's Energise II Receive Protect +2 from Dave's Shining Burden Brisa (Stab, Guts, Terrain, SE) U. Overcharge (rainbow) -> R. Arrest vs Lugia (600 prlz, -150 spd) As a free action, touch the Conduit, receive 30 RAD from Starr, and give 20 SHD to Starr...

Team Spectrum vs the Worldcore: Turn 3 Battle-Style Messages:

Brisa Turn 3: I gotta pace myself right now. I reckon I can make that fuckin' Blacklight Dragon flinch with a Thunder Fang. We need to get further in. I'll go with the team while Icetales covers us, and get first blood against Lugia with another Thunder Fang!

Jesse nodded, mouth twisting into a dry grimace. This was gonna be an experience and half. And to think. One of them could be out to kill the other, once the game started. Or not. Briefly, he wondered which would be worse. Having to take the fucker on, or having to work with him. Jesse curled...

The team worked together with the kind of efficiency, precision and power that Brisa hoped to see from them at their best. And they needed their best for this one. As she stared down the Blacklight Dragon for a second time, all the while hearing telepathic chatter about a phantasm of Joule in...

Brisa Turn 2: Starr and I are about to use a powerful combination attack... I'll Charge my aura ready fer it. That technique... How come my Void Arcstrike becomes so powerful when I use it around Starr's Brilliant Flarestrike? Whatever the reason, that Fusion Arcflare is gonna hit like a...

"Nah, I don't expect so, partner," drawled Jesse. "I'm in the same position as yerself and everyone else stuck here. We play the game. We maybe-die. We maybe-live. And if we're damn lucky, we get t'go home after." He rested a fist on his hip and looked appraisingly at Dave with his own head...

In his head, Jesse was already keeping track of who was who. Shortly, he'd manifest a chalkboard, consult his mental notes, and get it all written up for the sake of everyone else, perhaps.

Well, wasn't this just fucking splendid. One universe after another, without rhyme or reason, none of them his own, and still with that bone-deep fatigue and head-splitting migraine. He could do without being conscious. He could do without being fucking alive. But here he was, again, playing...