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[attr="class","bisc"]The boy grinned as his proposal was accepted. “Nah! I think we’re—” Then, his eyes caught on the hedgehog. “Dude! That thing’s—” Jangle grunted in front of him. Humans always forgot that they could understand them. “You’re adorable.” Hopefully, it didn’t dream of being a beefcake or something. Then again, weirder things had happened. He thought he could be a superhero once.

As the man tugged out his Tera Orb, Biscotti debates on doing the same. His scarred hands trail uncertainly across the navy, sparkling ball. In the end, however, he shakes his head. Let’s save that for later. With a nod to Jangle, the fight begins. “Use—!” His voice falls as the cat dashes forward. Flames lick up her arms as she throws herself at the hedgehog in a Flare Blitz.

Scotti can feel the heat on her arm as she flies forward.

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[attr="class","bisc"]The cat takes no pleasure in setting the little guy on fire. But a fight’s a fight, and she doubts the opponent would think twice about doing the same thing. Bleeding hearts often clotted up in the face of competition. Notably, however, Jangle made zero moves to stop the grass type from extinguishing the flames. She watched as a heart on the screen dwindled from three to two.

Then, she feels a rumble beneath her feet. Biscotti makes a nose of distress behind her. But she knows he won’t decide in time—the guy took 10 minutes to pick a T-shirt in the morning. “!?” She taps her waist to get her boneheaded trainer to terastal. But, even as she touches her skin, she knows there isn’t enough time. So, as the shards rocket upward, she tries to dodge the attack (and respond) with an Acrobatics.

To the banter, meanwhile, Biscotti chews at his lower lip. He wasn’t very good at this. “We’ll, uh, see about that!” Even in danger, his Incineroar finds the wherewithal to roll her eyes. Scotti sounds as confident as a virgin on their wedding night. “Yeah!”

Notes: Terastal Gimmick

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[attr="class","bisc"]Biscotti isn’t much of a fighter. He’s that dog who’d roll belly up at a coyote. Years of being a prisoner in his own home made him appreciative of any attention, including negative. Even when he tosses out witty banter, there’s no real bite to it. As the taunts peter away, the brunette just grins. As the two near each other, the young man crosses his fingers.

Even if he didn’t believe it’d help, he doubted it’d hurt. He holds his breath as the two near one another. He watches as his cat balls her fist for what looks like a punch. But, then, her entire body explodes in a bright, scorching light. The Blast Burn aims to push the type advantage at close range. These flames lick at the grass type as its skull connects.

With a grunt, the Incineroar is driven back and to her knees. Shaking off the worst of it, she raises woozily to her feet. Blue eyes lift to watch the virtual hearts change.

Notes: Terastal Gimmick

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[attr="class","bisc"]A clawed hand irritably wiped a line of blood from her forehead. It’d dripped into one eye, leaving it irritated. The grunt that followed from Jangle was one of comeuppance. The scorch marks feeling oddly justified beside her pounding head. Notably, the cat did not charge immediately. She let the little hedgehog get its HP back. It wasn’t like she actually wanted to barbeque the thing.

“I mean they kind of do.” Scotti replied half-heartedly. It wasn’t like they’d have set a boulder on fire. And, at the end of the day, there was nothing wrong with acknowledging that. People were strong and weak against stuff too. Like him? He loved baked goods and snoozing alarms too much. “Not that you guys aren’t doing good.” Because they were.

That burst of healing energy had left the hedgehog looking good as new. Only little bits of ash showed where Jangle had left her mark. The cat meanwhile was flagging. Blood was flowing down her head and little vines wrapped around her extremities. Maybe we should take a page from their book? Try to claw something back? “Jangle, uh—” Before he gets the order out, the fire type charges headlong into the Energy Ball barrage.

She gritted her teeth as a dark green energy began to flow around her paw. It was time for a reset! Drain Punch!

Notes: Terastal Gimmick

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[attr="class","bisc"]At Noel’s pronouncement, Biscotti’s eyes lift to the AR display. His last heart hovers there—its virtual beat tauntingly fleet. That doesn’t sound good. This obvious thought is punctuated by the Shaymin’s sudden glowing. "Shoot" Though he shares a glance with Jangle, the brunette doesn’t try to give orders. Sure, he might be Captain Oblivious, but he’s not that stupid. Nobody wants to get hit with a sun cannon.

The relief that flows through her body is brief. It stitches together a few scratches. A thin layer of black fuzz grows over the balded patches from her earlier fire attacks. But, as she stares down the attack, Jangle knows that boost isn’t enough. A Solar Beam—even as ineffective as it is—will erase those gains in an instant. If it hit, anyway.

Doing her best to dodge, the cat allowed her energy out in a Flare Blitz. But would she be fast enough? The Solar Beam smashes into the tile where she'd been standing. It's almost a clear shot to the Shaymin, now!

Notes: Terastal Gimmick

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