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From there, she turned and left the dojo. Unfortunately, she had forgotten to buy the one basic thing explorers always needed: oran berries. One of those suckers would work wonders after that spar. Maybe she’d head back to town… <><><><><>

He made no effort to hide his misgivings, so Astrid picked up on them right away. A nod of understanding preceded her next words. “…I guess it’s a little weird, huh? Being catered to like this, I mean. I guess I haven’t really had time to get to know them yet, but they seem nice enough. F-for...

Astrid supposed Howling didn’t require paws. Still… did it really take him a whole week to learn that he had them? Or—she reasoned further—perhaps he was one of those humans and simply didn’t know how to use them. He was probably used to gripping things with... whatever the heck humans gripped...

“Oh, well, you just…” Astrid looked at her paw, unsure how to continue. “…firmly grasp it?”

Astrid decided not to inform him that she’d learned Disable by leveling up, instead nodding. “Yup. Extra cold.”

Astrid grabbed the newly-bought canteen out of her bag and took a prolonged drink, even letting some of it waterfall onto her forehead. It mixed with the shroud of must still surrounding her, cooling her off. She quirked an eyebrow at Dave’s ramblings. “…Mm, I used Weather Ball at first.” Her...

Being bitten was a different kind of pain, Astrid quickly realized. Getting scratched and battered occasionally came with her choice of career, but usually it wasn’t anything that pierced this deep. She could feel the rhythm of her heartbeat pulsing from her paw as she clutched it, wincing...

She stumbled back with a wince, balance offset thanks to her throbbing paw. Recovering through grit teeth, another ball of energy sparked in her maw. This Weather Ball was aimed straight down that Poocheyena’s nose, right between the eyes— She halted at the last second. He was just standing...

Astrid grinned almost evilly when the attack landed. Yes, he wasn’t so smug anymore, that, that grey ball of fur! Ha! Haha! Haa…? Her paws hit the dirt just as her mind finally cleared. The last of the Taunt’s tantalizing effects left her in no position to dodge. In her stupor, she’d made the...

Astrid halted. She knew exactly what this was—this, this sorcery weaving its way into her brain, her thoughts… this… this fuckin’ bullshit. Her plan had been foiled. What a fun game it would’ve been, too, bopping each other with these stupid dummies, trading blows, running through them like...

Her success hardly helped her in the moments that followed, spent tumbling to the dirt, her sure-footing now a thing of the past. In a frantic effort to collect herself, Astrid wheezed, looked up, and— He was starting to charge again, this time with a more dangerous attack prepared. For a...

Digging her hind paws into the soft floor, she bounded forward, icy shards smaller than Dave’s fangs forming at her mouth. She had no intention of using them; they were simply a product of the miniature cloud of hail following her around, and perhaps of the thrill of battle. Instead, she...

As adrenaline shot through her legs, an unsettling shiver coursed down Astrid’s spine. She glanced up; ah, yes, there it was. The air around her body had begun to condense into mist, then into tiny shards of ice. Perfect. If Dave got too close, he’d have to deal with the hail. She grinned—if he...

“Astrid! I’m Astrid. Nice to meet you.” She forced a gentle smile through the thin, awkward veil that seemed to permeate the room (for her, at least). Fight each other, he said? That was one way to make acquaintances. Though, she supposed it was better than standing still so that he could keep...

Astrid felt… She felt different. Was empowered the right word here? Was it? Maybe it was. Maybe it had to do with the forecast that was following her around, invisible, waiting to manifest and rain down a blizzard if her blood got pumping enough. Or the four shiny new attacks she’d never used...

After snagging her blanket from Potluck’s castle earlier, Astrid had cuddled up in front of a training dummy. Ears perked forward, she kept her head down, listening, listening… A frown crossed her face. They’d taken care of the Magikarp handily, but this? This was quite different. This enemy...

Astrid poked her head inside the doorway, then the rest of her body. “…Um.” She was pretty sure one of those blankets was hers… or, well, “hers.” The one she’d taken from storage that kept her warm and cozy the previous night. Whatever, details were stupid—it was hers. Blankets were a very...