Search results

It was one thing after another on this fucking planet. No, worse. They couldn't even resolve one damn thing without two more arising to loom ahead. They had unresolved matters dating back practically to their arrival, and now they had goddamn traitors in their ranks, or suspicion of traitors...

Friendly warning, my goddamn backside! If it weren't for her duty to Sword and to everyone else on the posse, Brisa would have flung herself at Giovanni with shadows at her teeth powered by sheer spite and fury. The son of a bitch deserved to be taken down a peg. As it was, she had to get the...

"Get us outta here, Blade!" cried Brisa, as her eyes lit up from the Radiant Arrests she summoned with Giovanni in her sights. As she did, she lifted the limp body of Sword by the scruff, in her teeth, ready to turn tail and dash into a portal. Starr, Astrid–! Everyone! Be safe! Gods– It...

Brisa cocked her head. "Has yer current body been captured in such a way? An immunity to his devices seems like a lot to assume." She looked down at Sword, and chewed her cheek. "And if you're wrong, the consequences could be dire. Fer you and fer us."

"I'll take your concerns into consideration," said Brisa, pushing down both the radiant impulse to snap a retort about Bahamut's callousness, and the shadowy urge to insist she wasn't safe either. "D'you really think you'll slow that bastard enough to make a difference, Bahamut? Or are you...

Brisa looked up at first Saltriv and then Celeste as each arrived. "Howdy, you two," she said, quietly. Maybe there was something in her pack... Brisa nudged Saltriv back into consciousness, and split a spare oran between those present, hoping against hope that this was over, that they weren't...

A desperate reaching out for a person in pain. A savage series of attacks on the abomination leeching off of her. A brilliant explosion of radiance that sent her spinning into unconsciousness, and a softer light as her reviver seed restored her. Astrid, why? Don't do this to me. Please. Brisa...

Darkwhite (Sword?) was giving up. That's what this was. She didn't see a way to win, so she was gonna force herself to detonate. Only, unlike Astrid (goddamnit, Astrid! You better fucking survive this!!) Sword wouldn't get back up again. Brisa was fucking damned if she'd live to see that. Not...

Brisa kept up her efforts unflinchingly, tag-teaming with Luz, with Cabot, with anyone she could to squeeze a victory out of what couldn't be a hopeless situation. It couldn't be. They'd dealt with divine titans. They'd dealt with shadow bullshit. They could deal with this. She knew...

Brisa's entire body shook with fury and fear as Darkwhite's illness became a waking nightmare under the cruel gaze of that motherfucker. A hundred useless thoughts flashed through her head—this is your fault for being in Spirit's Edge instead of helping in the Isle of Light—and she discarded...

Brisa stared at Darkwhite in a moment of uncomprehending dismay. Was her corruption finally too much for her? Had something happened to her in the Isle of Light? "Luz?" she called. "Can you help her??" The zeraora-shade shook her head. "I don't have any more auxiliary moves than you, darlin'...

Brisa padded forward, her fur already starting to glow with an electric heat. For the first time on Cibus, this was a fight where she felt no internal cauldron of desperate trepidation. This was a fight where she intended to not only go all-out, but enjoy it. A vestige of her fearful...