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Brisa ran and struck and barked assent to – and requests for – coordination, almost without conscious thought. She fought in a combat-trance, using electricity and Blacklight and her body in concert just as in the best drills she'd ever done. She dodged everything the Buffet-phantom could dish...

Good t'have ya back, partner. We need ya t'spare Icetales from detonatin' from Radiance, if y'can, an' then hold down that fuckin' Zygarde titan while we get the fuck outta here. I'll see you on the outside, chief.

Brisa staggered under the force of Diyem's warhammer, the Radiance coursing through her fur sizzled like water on a stove. She hissed too, barely clinging to consciousness as first her shields went down, and then she ran out of space to dodge and weave. The hammer knocked her flying – head...

Brisa yowled as she laid down more paralysing electrical fields. Xerneas' influence protected Diyem from her, but Dave was beside her, and the blinding aura of tenacity he emanated was exactly enough to match Diyem's resistance. Stay still, you fucker. Diyem was out of his mind, and impossible...

Diyem, you brainless sonofabitch. Brisa had fucking warned him to be careful, hadn't she? Well, if she couldn't prevent him losing his head, she could at least help take him out, and bring him to his senses. Her fur surged with the usual white-hot arcflash, and then with the charged darkness of...

Brisa grit her teeth. There it was. Maple wasn't much of a dissembler. "Can't tell if he's playin' up an angle or he's genuinely twisted his own accountin' fer what happened," she muttered.

Brisa padded along beside Dave, listening in on his exchange with Maple. More than most of the team, Brisa wanted to believe in Maple's integrity and good intentions. Still, it would be negligent to shy away from uncomfortable possibilities. She could only hope that Maple could account for...