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The answer was... yoga? That was what it was called, right? Ah, fuck it. With how ridiculous this entire adventure had been, of course the answer would be something like that. Sure, he would yoga it up with the best of them. Was that an expression? Oh, whatever. It wasn't worth fretting over...

"I would say that's the understatement of the decade, but I am guilty of far worse," Bahamut said. He had actually been getting a bit used to being a cat, so he had an urge to lower his head despite not having the means to properly do so. Whatever things he wanted to talk about on a personal...

That... hadn't gone as expected, exactly. Accursed bizarre anatomy. Despite having shed his body, Bahamut had phantom limbs of a sort. Much more see-through than his real armor. ... oh. Wait. He was surrounded. By shades? This didn't look good. Not at all. But something else was there. Bahamut...

There was movement back down on the improvised platforms. Shouts. Anger? Yeah, definitely anger. His time was pretty much out. Bahamut couldn't even lament the irony of how backwards this situation was from the whole ordeal with Darkwhite. Is this what it had felt like for his teammates? Stars...

Bahamut kept a tight grip on Shield, even as Joule paused and his core became exposed. He took a couple of cautious steps back. The blacklight streaming around Joule's body. A palpable sense of uncertainty to their foe's movements. If blacklight is a corruptive force... wouldn't the core be...

Explosions. Screams. Meteors. It all made it incredibly hard for Bahamut to focus. Especially since Esper was chittering in the back of his head despite being stuffed into his bag. Strafe left. No, right. Right! Meteors whizzed by him. A massive explosion in the distance. Arceus? If only he had...

Bahamut hefted up his prism arms to make his back more accessible. "Very well."

... or the team could just completely ignore him. Guess that was a sign that things were as good as they were going to get. They all had their connections. Bahamut had nothing. Nothing but a chance to make sure Maple and Cibus didn’t share the same fates as him and Etherium.

There were a number of advantages to Bahamut's enormous size and psychic typing. Even in the Reverse World with the bizarre gravity effects Joule was making, Bahamut could largely tend to himself. Which is exactly what he was doing. Trying to focus on keeping the shield up while repelling...

Esper shakily lifted his head up. "H... ha! Is that... all you got, Glowstick? I've met... magikarp who Splash harder than that." "Stop speaking. You're disgracing the both of us," Bahamut growled, tail angrily flicking back and forth. "... hmph. 'Can you use that shield again?' Of course."...

Bahamut heard Owen's words. But then the subject of a distraction came up and his bag rustled. He squeezed it with his right hand. "Whatever you're thinking, don't—" But like a slimy eel, Esper slithered between Bahamut's claws and reformed in midair. "Did somebody say distraction? I'm on it!"...

"You swear to everybody, dude," Esper quipped, shaking his head. "Seriously. Your mouth is filthier than the worst sewers I've ever poked into. It's like you never grew out of that teenage edgelord phase where you think swearing makes you look cool." Bahamut grabbed Esper and shoved the poipole...

"Oi! I can't... keep this thing... open much longer!" Bahamut's tiny feet broke off his body and rolled across the ground.

For pity's sake. Bahamut hurled his stone into the portal. His core was giving off white smoke. His head cracked. With a groan, Bahamut lifted the Blacklight Dragon up... "We. Are. Not. Doing. This. Now!" ... and shoved it into the portal. His hands shattered under the strain. "Someone get...

Good. Good. It was working. Well, Bahamut counted on two evolutions. Lucky devils, those girls. They couldn't count on that again. This wasn't some fantasy piece where the heroes got superpowers in the eleventh hour. "Get into the damn portal. NOW." It wasn't shadow corrupting his voice. He was...

"Fools! If you let him kill any of us, you cannot be recovered!" Is this not what had the whole team up in a frenzied panic when Starr and Brisa disappeared several weeks ago? They had to regroup, but Brisa was still being had captive. There was a sudden spark of power. It was so familiar. He...

Imbeciles. Their first reaction to seeing the doppelganger snagged in a pokémon-capturing machine was to charge the very creature that used said device. And with close-ranged attacks, no less. Did they have no survival instincts? Obviously not, or the team would've failed and wound up back in...

Bahamut ignored the doppelgänger. He didn’t care if the dragon was already down. The fucker stole his move. He floated up to it and struck its already-broken gems, shattering them further. “Bitch.”

Bless the deino's heart, but she should've realized Bahamut wasn't asking her.

Bahamut tried to use small pulses of psychic to clear the smoke and radiant haze, but the Reverse World's backwards logic prevented him from doing so. "Well, what's going on?"