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The next minute or so felt like an eternity. It might've been a minute or just a few seconds. Same difference. But when it all stopped, at long last, the effects still lingered on, in more ways than one. Curio fell to her knees and shivered, clutching herself for comfort. Bris-- No. She...

She managed to hit Brisa, but didn't feel as good about hitting her as Brisa seemed to feel about being hit. Wow, she didn't peg Brisa as that type. But then, something changed. Brisa's eyes hollowed out and shone bright gold from their sockets. Curio was powerless to stop anything as long as...

Oh, well then, Brisa was fine after getting hit by a giant, fuck-off arm. But now Brisa cast her own Radiance attack and, well, Curio didn't know what to call it. They looked like glowing prison bars. She didn't even have time to act before they closed in on her, entrapping her in a neon cage...

"Yeah, jeez, you're full of piss and vinegar, aren't ya?" Curio wasn't sure she was as pumped up as Brisa, but she felt different. "Well, let's see what our new powers can do. Um... Curio, use, er, the radiance thingy. I don't make for a good trainer--" Just like that, a glowing, transparent...

"Hell yeah, it was badass!" "Says you." Curio stretched, feeling more pumped up than ever now. "But yeah, I'm gonna make a barbecue out of those Magikarp." She tried not to drool as she thought back to those times spent on the island. "Speaking of which, my family would be in seventh heaven if...

Curio turned to Starr who just woke up as well. Suddenly, she didn't feel as mad at her as she did before; maybe the fight burned off some of thawt frustration. "Yeah, I didn't wanna wait to be roasted like a Psyduck or somethin'. Besides, I've been burnt plenty of times before. But it was...

Curio opened her eyes, cradled in the arms or, er, paws of Brisa as she applied the oran juice to her lips. Her whole body ached after that fight and her chest still had waffle-shaped scratch marks all over it. Waffles. She could've gone for a whole stack of 'em right now. She was gradually...

As soon as she hit Starr, Curio toppled forward, her whole body pinned against an unconscious Starr. She didn’t care what people had to say about this showdown that happened between them, as their chatter faded into white noise for her. She smiled before she ell asleep, both content and exhausted.

Before Curio charged through the wall of flames, she braced herself, closing her eyes to avoid burning that part of her face. She still needed her eyeballs. As expected, running through fire hurt, like having a big bucket of scalding hot water thrown at her from the front. She was definitely...

If Curio was being honest, she didn't feel any different by doing that jig than she did when she wasn't. If anything, it tired her out more. She was either being a complete dumbass and didn't actually have Sword's Dance at all, or she was given false information by a certain someone not of this...

Remember what Curio said about ignoring the pain? Well, scratch that, Starr's claws hurt like a mother, and just as soon as she landed that punch too! Was it worth it to take Starr down a peg? Yes. Did that stop her from recoiling from the scratches? Hell no. Curio backed away, groaning as she...

"Fuck!" Curio screamed as Starr swiped her chest. Well, that stung. Curio didn't have time to look back at the claw marks before she had to start the next move. She was pure adrenaline, full of piss and vinegar, Combees buzzing in her head. Curio pounced forward, ignoring the pain, and grabbed...

Curio broke into a run as well, planning to meet (and beat!) Starr halfway. This time, she aimed to sweep the Shitten off her feet, bobbing down at the last second to kick Starr's legs in the hopes of tripping her up.

Curio's attack was fast. So fast that-- oh shit, Starr ended up dodging it anyway, and Curio ended up with her nose almost touching the dojo walls. As soon as she stopped herself though, she turned back around, anticipating Starr's next move as she tried to find an opening for another Quick Attack.

"Hell yeah. Oh, and losersayswhat?" Curio sprinted into Starr for a swift attack, aiming a quick jab at that Shitlitten's nose.

Curio stared at Soda. On the one paw, she wondered where the hell he got a popcorn maker from. On the other paw, she liked her some popcorn. They made the perfect snack for watching movies with. Sure, the kernels often got stuck in her teeth, but that's what she had her gimped bone rush for...

Curio strutted into the dojo with Starr already waiting there. She looked really pissed, and even Curio was aware that this whole thing was a pissing contest, but something about Starr's attitude back then pissed her off. How many times was she going to think about the word piss in one thought...

Curio wasn’t surprised that the battle teetered in Brisa’s favour, but she was still pleased. By the time Brisa wriggled out of Zane’s hulking mass, Curio was back up to speed, almost as if she hadn’t battled, though the sting of the defeat still lingered. She had made her own bed there, but at...

“Huh,” Curio said to Lauchs, “you know what, that sounds awesome. Well, I’m sure it’s like any sort of work you do, but it sounds better than most of what’s available back home.” Curio sat cross legged, combing through her tail with her paw. “Well, I teach other Pokemon how to speak human...

Even in her post-battle stupor, Curio could tell the match had already been decided before it even begun. She turned to Lauchs just as soon as Zane whiffed that blow towards Brisa. "So... okay, it's hard to believe you're a battle-hardened knight when you look like a walking rubber duck, but...