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Oh, sky and stars. This was agony. "Hey Zane. Look what I can do." Brisa held up her badge -- making what she was doing as theatrically obvious as possible -- shone its light on herself, and lit up her paw with power. There was a glow, the sensation of being shunted thirteen yards into...

Ah. More of this. It was like the kitty litty zitty bullshit all over again. Why get angry? He wouldn't understand her any better than she understood him. "Zane, I don't know what the hell you're thinking, but I'm trying to teach you how to fuckin' teleport outta this dump. Follow my goddamn...

"Here. Hold it. Like this -- shine it on yourself. You can do it Zane, you can use your energy. Just put a little of into the badge..."

The human was clearly out of it. "You're delirious. Don't fall asleep." Brisa looked about for Cabot, Owen and the others. They were otherwise occupied. "Where the fuck is your badge, Zane? Zane! Your badge."

Brisa caught the zangoose's weight as best she could, with an unstifled groan of pain and frustration. He still sent her thudding to the ground, and it was all she could do not to shock the living daylights out of him. If she even could—she felt close to passing out from all the energy she'd...

The fight was over. Team Spice was safe. The slugs were captured or destroyed. Instead of battle-satiation, Brisa mostly felt pain, stress, and fear. It wasn't just that fights like this had far higher stakes than she was used to, or that her body was still far weaker than it ought to be. It...

Somewhere inside Brisa's combat hormone-soaked brain, there was a spark capable of identifying that Thyme and Pepper were okay, that she wouldn't have to tell their daughters that they were gone, that she might yet get to ask someone like her father why he stayed... just a spark, amidst a storm...

"...what in the blazes??"

Time for one hell of a fight. "Aw hell. Places, everyone."