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Brisa grit her teeth hard enough to fucking shatter, and set her jaw against the universe. Whatever the fuck this was, (probably Joule), they'd deal with it. They'd deal with it somehow, every last goddamn time. Somehow, even at a time like this, Starr could make her chuckle. "Guess not," she...

Brisa's Wide Shining Whiplash dealt 13,593 damage to Deoxys! This power... She could stand her ground against damn near anything. It felt intoxicating. It felt like a mountain on her shoulders. Then Astrid came careening through the battlefield– Shit. But with the Radiant Machine pumping her...

A fevered series of barked exchanges and one last shadowy assault against the machine, and Brisa, with Starr on her back and some allies still standing, was outside with the Deoxys swarm in a flash of light. Nah, fuck this. She wasn't gonna stand by and watch that sorry prick see his partner...

They'd pulled it off. Together. Starr had reached her limit, but... they'd done it. They'd fucking humiliated Giovanni, the smug shitbag that he was, and they'd even, somehow, done it with Astrid still standing... Brisa shot a look of ardent admiration the way of her ninetales friend, and rushed...

Starr! She'd come back, looking like she was on her last legs, but still ready to put the pain to Giovanni. Good. Brisa sure could fucking help with that. The problem was his speed... That fucking mewtwo kept dodging everything they threw at him. Well, not this time. Brisa's eyes erupted with...

Pokéballs. They weren't a technology Brisa had ever known, but she still had to contend with them... She saw Saltriv go down in a flash of red light and drew back her lip in a hiss of frustration. She would sooner go down in a bloody, charred heap than let her teammates be captured by that...

Brisa spat vicious recriminations at the mewtwo as she dived and rolled away from their attacks. Owen covered her as she made her way back inside to keep hammering at that fucking machine, where Diyem was waiting on their help, and Vix doused her in that stuff of hers to give her just a little...

As the radiance in her body continued to rise and it, with the electricity surging through her, continued to burn, she glanced round at the team. At Starr. Starr was burning up with radiance like she'd never seen before. Everything she'd said to her friend until this point . . . hadn't been...

The radiant tethers snapped back, and Brisa winced at the disconnect. As her light-drunk opponents raved about deception just as Rayquaza had, she clenched her paws and prepared to fight instead. One way or another, they'd get through these idiots and dismantle the goddamn bomb. Then Karat of...

Brisa had hope, but she needed a plan. Her brain processed the battlefield situation fast enough to burn her mind, it felt like—and came to the conclusion that they needed to neutralise Team Drumstick, urgently. They couldn't spend the whole battle harried and flanked by fabled heroes! And those...

Brisa's mind was a glass object mid-shattering, countless glinting shards of thought suspended as her mind darted between sharp-edged concerns and gleaming possibilities. This was a trap, but she'd known that coming in. Team Drumstick were twice as drunk on radiance as Shield had been. The haze...