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Dave glanced towards Brisa; she seemed fine, off to help Starr and Astrid. Owen was... apparently chill with the shadow Charizard now? Wow, that was quick. (Jean probably would be, too.) The battle-hormones were wearing off once again, leaving him just exhausted to the bone. Honestly he could...

Whoever the fuck Jesse was, Dave would love to have words with him - but one by one their teammates returned to their senses. The cowering Mudkip was the last to remain, cringing under a series of shields, but with a combined effort they broke through them and brought him back. With that, all...

Dave stared at Brisa, his heart lurching at the predatory glint in her eyes - only for a rush of sudden anger to power through everything at her words, a fire of justice momentarily calming the raging horror in his chest. "Brisa, what... the fuck are you talking about." He gritted his teeth...

Dave backed away, ears pinned flat. Fuck, shit, what the fuck. He'd heard, vaguely, that something like this had happened to Cynthian, but - just what the hell was going on with Brisa and Owen? His heart hammered in his chest, icy fear still clawing at him for all his efforts to dismiss it...

Dave stared at the horde of Shaymin preparing another Seed Flare, panting, his legs shaking from the exertion of three consecutive attacks. How they fuck were they supposed to stop them? Raw, nauseating panic rose from his stomach in a thick, suffocating ooze. They were losing. They'd die here...