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"Good on ya," Thyme said, nodding. "You've got a lot of pressure on your back, here and back home, right? But I think you, uh, you know, take it well." Pepper grinned. "I've got faith that you'll be able to save this place," she said. "And don't worry about us. I heard from here-and-there that...

"Ehhh..." Thyme sighed. "It's kind of hard for me to explain that, isn't it? Like. Sure, I was a human who got involved in trying to save the world, but I feel like at some point it could be any human who'd have my, you know, criteria." "I think that's what she's asking," Pepper said. "Oh...

"Uhh..." Pepper glanced awkwardly at Thyme. "Hey, you know, it feels like the Shadows react a little different for everyone," Thyme said. "I guess we kind of just need to evaluate that, or something..." He shifted his weight. "You, uh. Seems like you've got some shit to work out." "Thyme."...

Pepper and Thyme looked nervously toward one another, then back at Brisa. "It twists it into hostility, too," the Feraligatr said. "When we were possessed..." "I remember feeling like I should just destroy everything," Thyme said, "because I was just gonna lose it all. It's like I forgot that...

"Oh, that." Pepper nodded. "It's not just me, actually. The temps we recruited onto our team before they split off to make their own teams got a lot stronger just by training under Thyme, too. The human spirit is just an augmenter for us. That's what we figured, at least. And, well, our kids...

"I'm still not sure how you pulled that off," Pepper said. "You guys really are growing fast, aren't you?" "Yeah, at this rate we might have to go all-out against you." Thyme smirked, then looked in the arena. "Then again, I'd rather have the strength I have now. Seems like the powers you guys...

Pepper beamed a little, but Thyme pointed to the sky. "That tournament was cool and all, but I think we're getting too close to the apocalypse to get sparring matches in properly, y'know?" "Urf, yeah..." Pepper rubbed the top of her snout. "Sorry we can't help you. That energy-nullifying thing...

"Yeah, that's also true. I wonder how Bone deals with that..." Surf leaned forward. "Oh, I've seen that," Thyme said. "Bone's probably one of the strongest Marowak in the world! If you try to disarm her, and you do, well..." He trailed off, shuddering. "I did that once, thinking I'd get the...

"And that's the match! A decisive victory for Karat against Team Drumstick!" "Gah!" Thyme flicked a vine toward the arena in what might have been a rude gesture. "C'mon, humans represent! Bone!" But she probably didn't hear him. "Well, they are against Karat," Pepper added, patting Thyme on...

"Oh, looks like Owen's leaving for the infirmary or something," Cal said. "Party's over... Hey! Let's go see how many cracks we had hide in somewhere else!" Cal hopped off her seat and disappeared under the stands, the only thing impeding her progress being the Core that made up her being. At...

Cal squinted, which was done by flattening her embers. "How did you even do that? I want to do that! Do it again! I bet I can do it, too!" She balled up her fist and wound her arm back, but her technique was all off. "When I snatch one of Owen's books I can hide in the cracks of the wall and he...

"You haven't even gotten INTO A fight!" Cal shouted back. She bit off Puddle's arm, stared at it, and then smooshed it back on. "I bet you can't even throw a decent punch with those dumb noodleblob arms!"

"Nu-uh, Owen's smart but he's dumb! That's just how he is, and it makes perfect sense." Cal shook her head, then pointed at Puddle. "Oh yeah? I bet well, I bet I could beat YOU up!"

"Are you kidding? Owen's totally the brains of the operation with Brisa! I bet she'd... like, I dunno, I bet she'd just attack Starr nonstop with her strongest attacks if Owen didn't strategize and rehearse stuff! He's smart AND strong AND dumb!" Cal puffed out her chest. "Besides, Owen's got a...

"Smarter? Please! She couldn't puzzle her way out of a paper bag!" By now, Cal was snarling at Puddle, pressing her head against it. It seemed that their amorphous projections could at least keep from mixing together.

"Oh yeah, well--Owen's older than Vix and she's a ghost! So how about that, huh?!" Cal puffed up her chest and tried to look big. It wasn't working.

"Oh yeah? Alright. Watch this." Cal closed her eyes such that her ember eyes dimmed, like she was working on telepathy. "Hey, Owen? Can you hear me? Puddle says that Vix can fuck your shit up. You gonna take that?"

"Oh, really?" Cal asked, leaning closer until her amorphous face was right up against Puddle's. "Then maybe I should tell Owen that Vix could totally beat him up. Then we can go for a one on one, just like that!" It was unlikely that Owen would condone that kind of behavior.

"Hmhm!" Cal giggled, leaning forward. "Look at them go..." She glanced at Puddle. "Hey, does this settle the 'my dad can beat up your dad' thing? I know Vix isn't your dad but she's a candle so it's kinda close, right?"

Considered to be one of the most energetic places in the world, Destiny Colosseum's stands were constantly buzzing with excitement. Monumental fights seemed to happen every other day, and with Team Spectrum now paying regular visits, it seemed like the Colosseum was becoming even more popular...