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Massive as her zacian body was, Brisa didn't imagine that Sword could easily hold the both of them atop her. Still, she was strong as hell, so Brisa gave Luz a lift up, then climbed on after her, glad of thier bipedal forms. "Yeah. Great fuckin' howl, Sword," she said. "Been missin' ya. Now...

Brisa grinned, and glanced sidelong to see Luz smirking with fatigue-laced delight. "Zacian Sword!" cried Brisa. "Damn good t'seeya, gal. Will y'show us the way?" The storm seemed more bearable in Sword's presence... The pair pushed on a little more boldly, strength returning with the presence...

Luz looked up at Brisa and chuckled. "You held back," she said, quietly. "Y'could've kicked my ass if y'really tried." Brisa scoffed lightly. "Really? Near-death experience, an' the first thing ya say t'me is that my combat performance was below par?" Luz grinned. "I get that from you an' you...

Brisa took hold of Luz and pulled her close, arms around her torso and chin resting on her shoulder. "I don't know what's gonna happen either, partner. And . . . I'm afeared too. But it's okay. I got you. Hold on t'me." She bit her lip, trying not to think about losing Luz, about being alone...

Brisa seized Luz's paws in her own and knelt with her in the wreckage of the gallows. There was something important she had to remember... That was right. Bahamut had suggested something like this could happen, and Luz had seen the truth in it straight away. The shades were eldritch...

Brisa clutched at her own neck, not sure if she was remembering something real or imagined. Maybe it didn't matter. That fucking thing was charred splinters now, and Luz... "Luz?" Brisa steadied herself against a smoking support beam, and fought to get her Radiance and Shadows under control...

Brisa snarled defiance and parried what she could – Luz met her evenly. Better than evenly. She couldn't keep this up forever... "Y'think I don't wanna stay with you?" she retorted, hindpaws scrabbling for purchase on rubble and dust. "Yer the one who has a life ahead of 'em, on Cibus or with...

Brisa grunted with shock and pain as Luz's fist made a dull crack against her sternum. Fuck, that was more power than a shade could normally manage. A few more hits like that would take her out completely... And her usual toughness, haste, and mental focus were all absent. Yeah, that tracked...

"Be a hero, Brisa!"

Brisa paced towards the zeraora-shade with her hackles high. "This ain't us, Luz," she snarled. "We don't do shit like this." They were just phantoms. This was a test, or a twisted, manic game, it wasn't real. Luz wasn't hurting innocents. Just phantoms. Phantoms. Brisa glanced at the smoking...

Some Eterna bullshit, then. No surprise there. Brisa grunted, dusted herself off, blamed herself for not drilling that electromagnetic levitation technique more. Augh. Chief? she sent to Diyem, Are y'gettin' this? No reply. Fucking figured. Then thunder struck, and the voice of her familiar...