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It was all going to come down to Starr. Dave struggled to get his head straight, Blacklight buzzing in his veins. "Evasive maneuvers!" he barked, Mia's new energy rippling towards Starr. Hopefully that was enough for her to survive. And then, what, they'd have won a fucking fight? Against Soda...

The big guy was scared. Why'd they even roped him into this. Owen'd warned them Flesh couldn't be taken down the conventional way. He was preparing something Dave was going to bet they probably didn't want to be on the receiving end of. Was Soda ever going to talk to him again if he did what he...

Soda was tiring, panting. Dave struggled to steady himself and keep going, breathing raggedly. Battle hormones or no, chasing Soda down to beat the last of his strength out of him was never going to be Dave's idea of a delightful fucking time, least of all when he could barely think straight...

All right, time to fucking go. Dave waited for the right opening and then rippled with Mia's Eterna energy as Blacklight oozed out of his pores.

What the actual fuck was even happening anymore. Soda had a Substitute going, but that was about all they could tell. His head was swimming, the world tilting. Whatever. No way could Soda keep that up for long. They just had to-- "Get ready to defend!" Dave barked into the nothingness.

Oh, great. Soda just fucking disappeared. He had a few hypotheses about how to deal with Flesh. It was kind of an interesting puzzle, almost, a bit more cerebral and scientific than just hitting them hard enough in between doing things to make the hits land harder. He could get behind that...

You can power them up now. You should do that. Of course Mia wanted to show off her new tricks. A strange warmth tickled his throat, lending power to his words. "Brisa, build up speed! Starr, power and agility!"

Here they were. Another pointless fight. Brisa'd eagerly implored him to practice some ridiculous new techniques, and just, what the fuck ever, why not at this point. At least she was hyped for this, and Mia was up in the stands, watching intently, having explained to last night why she should...

It was clear to everyone before they even attacked again that all of Team Spectrum were going down, thanks to Diyem's vague team telepathy. Most of them still had Reviver Seeds of some kind, would survive the onslaught regardless. He didn't. Which, what the fuck ever. He could check out for the...

This time he wasn't ignored. The Miracle Matters didn't take kindly to him poisoning Alice, apparently, or maybe he had pissed them off royally earlier but they'd resisted the temptation to vaporize him for a round. One way or another, half of them piled on him at once, whittled down his...

This was possibly the most inane fight they'd had yet, but everyone insisted it was important to "train them for facing the Blacklight", or whatever, as if fighting twelve weirdos from another world in a fucking sports stadium in front of a bafflingly enraptured audience would be anything like...

"I mean, yeah. You also fucking flew. I'm just..." He stared at her. "So long as you're okay, all right? Not a big fan of people going through involuntary body horror transformations." He shuddered at the memory of hugging Jean for the first time after her evolution, all sudden gangly limbs and...

Fuck. Of course she had to turn this around on him. You didn't come to my fucking sports games, Dad. Well, sorry if he didn't particularly enjoy watching her get beaten up by a bunch of fucking legendaries-- He took a deep breath. "Well, Owen still looks like a goddamn Charizard. Nobody said...

Dave stood up, gaze fixed on Brisa. She was still in this bipedal form, shaking hands with Bone as if nothing were more natural. "Brisa, what the fuck is going on with..." He gestured vaguely at her. "...that?"

Dave's jaws snapped shut on nothing as the Absol dodged out of the way - straight into Starr and Brisa, who pummeled him with that coordinated combination of moves they tended to use for the real fights. "I'm going all-out!" Brisa yelled, and he pulled on another dose of Radiance unthinkingly...

Brisa lit up with energy and... fucking stood up, on her hind legs, ethereal chains growing from her arms, broken. And then just... ran forward bipedally to attack, as if nothing were more natural. "Brisa, wh... the fuck?!" And not long after that she just lifted off the goddamn ground. Dave...

Dave wasn't sure how he'd let Brisa talk him into this. Apparently she and Starr had had a Colosseum match scheduled against the Marowak/Blaziken/Absol team, and they were going to have Vix along with them, only now Vix was dead, and they really really needed a third person and everyone else had...