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Seems perfectly reassonable to me, since it doesn't involve any backtracking for a character.

Somewhere inside Brisa's combat hormone-soaked brain, there was a spark capable of identifying that Thyme and Pepper were okay, that she wouldn't have to tell their daughters that they were gone, that she might yet get to ask someone like her father why he stayed... just a spark, amidst a storm...

Strike II on Thyme.

"...what in the blazes??"

Fucking incredible. First actual interaction they'd had since nearly trying to kill each other, and it actually went okay. Maybe there was hope yet. Brisa had to much to chew on to reply to all that. It was a relief, if nothing else, that their coordinator was merely a weird feller with bad...

Time for one hell of a fight. "Aw hell. Places, everyone."

"Yeah? Yeah. Be seein ya, Zane. Take care, now." Hmph. What a weird guy. Brisa went to leave, feeling little of the tension from earlier that day. So long as she didn't have to witness too much bullshit or have any run-ins with Starr, she'd do alright. She'd be ready to fight when the next...

"I guess so. After all, that's two fights you've shown up to now. Y'ain't too craven to take a beating, which means you can train, which means you can be an asset." Brisa peered at her shoulder. Not a bad wound, she had to admit. She'd pop an oran on her way out and be right as rain, though...

Brisa's mouth gaped as the Bluff incident came up, her head span for ways to shut down the conversation, and it ended before she had a chance. Thank fuck for that. Names. They were talking about names. She could help with that, keep things moving in a helpful, normal sort of way, right? "What...

Human, huh? She'd had a suspicion, what with the weird fuckin' way he acted, but it was good to know. "Pokémon... like to battle," Brisa said, as if explaining something to a slow child. "It's exciting in the moment, and feels good after. It's also how we understand and respect one another. I...

Brisa nodded, and sat back to enjoy the battle-satiation and the cathartic pain from her wounds. "That 'hero's aura' stuff didn't 'xactly sound watertight to me, but you oughta have a lot of potential in you if you're here in the first place. I figure everyone in our posse does. I want you...

Brisa rolled her eyes. "I got mad enough to fight because you landed on me, boasted about winning our first fight, and called me a demeaning nickname when we aren't fucking close. Anyway, you did just fine for a feller who's seen more hot dinners than real scraps, but you need to be more than...

Brisa had arrived a little after everyone else, leaving it til the last minute to leave her latest bout of training at the Dojo. She'd hardly done anything else for the last week, since the incident at the Bluff put her on the back foot and thinking constantly about Starr. Tired and a little out...

OOC: I'm leaving that accidental post cause it's fucking hilarious. It was difficult to feel sorry for Zane with her shoulder and back singing with pain, and it was difficult to hate him with her battle-yearning sated. Still, he was making a pathetic show of his loss, and it soured the victory...

It was difficult to feel sorry for Zane

Brisa's mind held a cacophony of violence and little else, at this point. Dodging and feinting and landing blows were exhilarating, but teeth in flesh and flesh between teeth was a primal feeling like none other. Yes. Fight. Win. Win now. With Zane's jaws clamped into her back, she let loose...

It was too late to dodge—or Brisa was too consumed with her attack to try—and Zane's claws raked her shoulder, moments before she sank her teeth into his with a sizzle of electricity. This time, she didn't lose her grip.

Brisa waited for Zane to manifest his move, preparing to dodge it. Wearing out the opponent seemed to be by far the best strategy in this world with these bodies. Nothing came. She snarled with frustration and charged him, energy building up once more at her fangs.

Easily in excess of three hours of writing. Not sure if I hit six, but I'll drop some reviews tomorrow anything so it's moot.

There was no elemental force behind the kick. It was like being hit in the face by something heavy thrown at her. Was he not even using moves? It didn't matter. She had his ankle in her jaws. Good. She channelled dark type energy into her mouth and bit down, hard.