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Prone on the ground, Astrid watched the rest of the fight play out below heavy eyelids. As the crowd lifted the roof off the atmosphere, that weight lifted as well; their final victory was in the books, and finally, Astrid could rest. She took a deep breath and calmed her Blacklight. It would...

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught Owen stuck briefly in limbo. Knees weak, head heavy, she crumpled in place, but waved him off all the same. “Brisa, h… heal Brisa! I’ll be fine…!” Just as quickly as it had departed, the ferocious static was back. The veil gripped at her again, but took...

Vision and thoughts no longer blurry, Astrid pivoted and refocused on her friends. “Pace is kind of our thing!”

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Astrid lined up to strike, but something was wrong. He was so nimble—even the sharpened vision she gained in her state of Metanoia was no good here. “Wuh—sit still!” she barked into the wind. “And stop… stop encouraging me like that, it’s making me feel all…” Uh oh. She needed to attack...

Astrid joined her allies in the sky—where Owen dissolved shortly after. But his ethereal presence did not wander far. With the breeze, she felt it sink into her body and power her up… and felt Brisa’s own energy sink into her pelt like gnawing teeth, heightening the effect. “You’re not telling...

With a final cry of defiance, Astrid surged forward with everything she had left. A mere speck of her usual power… Diyem had seen to that, but he’d paid a dear cost letting them live for so long. He’d have to withstand one more rallying punch, one more of Astrid’s death-defying combos. One that...

Astrid’s eyes traced Diyem’s skycraping ascension into the sky. On fresh legs, little but the wind and friction separated her advance from an instantaneous motion. In that seamless instant, she’d flown up to meet Diyem’s eyes with her own, where she sought out the life within those blackened...

There was pain. Even with the golden sheen of Metanoia protecting her from harm’s way, the last two iconic blows of Diyem’s combo left her writhing. Still up, but lightning and static fuzz had betrayed the feeling in her limbs. Each step hurt—she’d been in this state for a while without going...

Astrid heaved, exhausted, and throughly confused by that. “H-hey, why didn’t you pummel me into the—” There it was. The Eternal Blacklight. “Oh.” One blink, then two. A fight to the death had been their most recent interaction, followed of course by the revelation that there was a soul there...

The tips of Astrid’s fur blazed midnight, and the rest of her coat followed suit at its own pace as it sparked with ice and fire and lightning. Her hesitation was genuine. “Are you sure about that one…?”

The weight of the challenge before Astrid was not lost on her. Diyem himself, in the shadowy flesh—creator of the body she so casually walked into the arena with. The Gals were derivative of Diyem in that sense, and for that matter, he could use their techniques because they were the ones to...

Astrid exhaled hard, nearing her limit. Mere adrenaline kept her going—adrenaline, and indeed, the hope she clung to that Giovanni hadn’t yet taken. Hope to outlast the onslaught… but not for herself. She was ready to punctuate her efforts. But first… “You got that right!” Her voice, which...

Astrid looked at the crowd again with a hint of worry. Silver might use… what was that move again? The one he used on Karat that one time? She winced. …If we try to rally the crowd against Giovanni, then we’ll be punished for it. He can just talk forever. She thought for a second and glanced...

Astrid kept watch of Starr’s rapidly accelerating movements in her periphery. For now, Silver would be their target, but Giovanni’s time would come soon enough. ‘He doesn’t affect you like he affects me. When my time runs short, remember that and be ready to kick his ass.’ In the meantime...

Astrid met Starr’s look with rapid, bemused blinking. He thinks he knows how Cibus works. Wasn’t Giovanni the one truly unforgivably bad force of evil in the mix? Was he going to blindside them by becoming their friend and channeling good vibes? Clearly his vibes were… not quite there. Yet it...

“It looks like it’s part of the Blacklight. And it’s not your friend, it just wants you to think it is.” Astrid frowned, thinking of Pine, and arbitrarily extended a paw in Kyurem’s direction. “There are real people who are already willing to understand you, y’know.” The creature didn’t seem...

“Oh, did, um… was that me?” She could barely move at this point. There was only one technique she had left that didn’t require her to. Was that thing an insect? Or just a glob of Blacklight… stuff? Kyurem was treating it like it was alive— ‘…Sure, I’ll, I’ll just… undo that.’