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Wishkeeper watched her go, snorting. "I suppose I don't," he muttered, then turned his attention to Owen, Brisa, and Shadow. The newly formed Charizard twitched his wings a little . He breathed in, deep, and let it out. Yes, that was what he needed after all this. Assurances. He couldn't...

Owen shook his head slowly, almost like he was trying to figure out if he was at least slightly okay. He wasn't injured. He'd dodged every single hit. And even now, spending so much time trying to bring himself down, he was so painfully aware of every single thing around him. His Perceive was...

His closest target was coming closer. Beneath that fur he sensed muscles and a beating heart and bones, all of them perfectly within his reach to break and burn. She was strong, and she had an advantage against him. He would have to be careful about electricity, but even something like that...

It caught Owen by surprise. The target did something unexpected, unfamiliar, and so he defaulted to his fallback, crossing his arms to form another Protect barrier. In an instant, the attack was blocked, but it did give him pause. His crazed eyes locked onto Brisa, Shadow still around his...

Perhaps the calls would have gotten to Owen, had they connected. Or perhaps his head was too entrenched in the need for battle and blood. That glimmer in Owen's eyes was reminiscent of, perhaps, what Jesse had seen in Brisa so long ago--that monster that Brisa feared she'd been was now facing...

Owen roared. He'd tried to strike Shadow, but had to dodge out of the way of Brisa's attack first. Perhaps he didn't prioritize Shadow's attacks as much because he did not sense an attack coming from him. But in the end, Shadow now only got to Owen, but he also evaded the detonating stored...

Owen slammed into Brisa next, but Dave's shields, for the second time, protected from another one of the berserk creature's strikes. He beat his wings and kicked up a cloud of void dust, leaving a trail of embers behind. Then, he formed his own shields, crossing his arms as he stood outright...

Owen hissed at the darkness that struck the ground by him, hopping back on reflex. Nip was therefore too far away to pursue, but that it mattered. His eyes did not dart in any particular direction; he no longer needed to, after all. Even Wishkeeper, who had stuck his head back onto his...

The light disappeared after the shape within grew substantially. Certainly nowhere near the size of Wishkeeper, but still a large Charizard that had been expected. He was a little slimmer, and his horns cured upward a little into fine points. Owen stood upright, staring blankly skyward. His...

There was a brief flash of self-awareness. Owen blinked, and his smile wavered, and he looked toward Wishkeeper's body again. Realization washed over him, but then he winced and looked like he was trying to hold back a pounding headache. "Please," Owen said, and at first it was hard to tell who...

The Charmeleon stood there for a while longer, gaze aimless but vaguely toward where Wishkeeper stood. Vix's attacks did little against his body, which remained standing upright even then. The legs buckled and it slumped over, Shadows oozing from the upper shoulders. Slowly, Owen turned his...

"That's what you think," said Wishkeeper, taking one final step before lunging at Owen. He spat a quick plume of fire in retaliation, but Wishkeeper not only powered through it, but grabbed Owen by the arm and yanked him into the air. Owen roared and thrashed, spitting fire randomly, most of it...

Amid that silence, Wishkeeper made an annoyed grunt and then looked to all the others. "These people are all a bad influence on you," he said. "You're too far gone." He stood up and took a few threatening steps forward. The ground shook with every move he made. "I'll have to take you away from...

"I think, at that point, we're just looking at semantics," Owen admitted to Dave. "Just because they're how I really feel on the inside doesn't mean I have to act on them, or I have to behave that way all the time. Especially if I know they're wrong. But I can't just ignore it, either... Not...

The Charmeleon considered that. Why did it matter? On one hand, it was true--everything he felt was what Wishkeeper had said. "Feelings and logic don't go together all the time. I mean, I'd really like it to, but I can't really tell myself how to feel sometimes. So, the next best thing is to...

Wishkeeper glared in silence, looking like he was searching for the best way to smash Dave into the ground. "I will never be done until you agree." "I do agree." Owen looked at Dave and gave him a sad smile. "Wishkeeper, everything he's saying... Those are my real thoughts. Those are what I...

"I know," Owen said with a nod. "But that isn't how you feel," Wishkeeper said. "But I know that's the real truth," Owen spat back, then caught himself, rubbing his temples. "I'm... too on-edge. Wishkeeper, please, can't you accept that it's okay to trust people? It's... there's nothing good...

Owen winced a little, looking at Wishkeeper, who kept glaring at anyone who tried to get closer. "I'm... Look, it's a Shadow for a reason," he said, perhaps a little more curtly than he'd wanted. "I know I have problems trusting people, but I have to do it anyway because that's how teams work...

"Y-yeah, I'm doing fine," Owen said, taking a nervous glance at Wishkeeper, who was stepping forward to glare at Vix. "You have five seconds to distance yourself." "Wishkeeper, what's gotten into you?" Owen said, exasperated. "You were never this protective, not since the Shadow Machine. Can...

Wishkeeper followed Owen every step of the way, loyal and protective like he always was. And yet, now that he had a more tangible form--now that he was this imposing, twelve-foot monstrosity that that pushed the trees away if the path was too narrow for him--it became so much more prevalent...