Eva snaps back up to her feet to avoid being caught off guard by either of the aggressors. A brief survey of the situation shows she isn’t the only one with an out of control pokemon. Freya and Jayden both struggle to control their dragons and Elizabeth just looks annoyed and pissed (as usual).

Some unseen force continues to make Thalia act irrationally. The haphazardous PSYCHO CUTS ceased, but now she seemed hell bent on drawing blood from Jayden and his dragon. A flurry of MAGICAL LEAVES shot out from the metallic paradox like a machine gun as his Roaring Moon disappeared and was replaced with a more ghostly dragon.

“Freya!” her voice booms across the cavern, calling her back to her to regroup. Jayden’s frigid gaze is met with fire. Gold flashes in her eyes and dances off the prism of the cave’s crystals. The stale air stirs, and a blast of DELTA STREAM follows the sweep of her hands. An impenetrable gale counters his cascade of ice. It shatters against the invisible barrier like a violent wave smacking a cliffside.

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Elisabeth Fiorelli & jayden cross & freya morningstar

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king said she never left that place. how many pieces of her past selves are she going to keep buried in her body? how long can she go on tending the mausoleum, after she's promised him a home?

blood splits away from her. fissures spiderweb across the meat of her brain while she screams - unintelligible i'm sorrys for the man he could have been and the woman she never wanted to be. 

deltra stream protects them from the knifelike shrapnel that blasts their way, leaving no barrier between them. they have the upper hand here - sound minds (are they sound? or are they just as broken?) in sound bodies hardened by war. 

melusine's mouth drips molten; freya takes the ice in her veins and shifts it around her heart. but then, as she joins eva's side to stand against them, she sees the unown.

her stomach drops, afraid the visionary and her protector have stumbled upon their skirmish, but then more of them appear and beside them, figures she and eva recognize instantly. 

"the drk triad's here," she hisses to eva. "we need to leave."

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Galar had meant something to the others here.[break][break]

Their dragons danced through an ancient forgotten history writ in a dream; complicated tapestries of royalty-that-once-was tangled around former allies turned hostile in the glaring light of the present day.[break][break]

Elisabeth had learned precious few things from her time in that hellscape of a dream -- snatches of emotion and truth that had been jealously guarded in the back of her mind, like sentimental baubles pocketed by a thief. She had learned only one person in this world wouldn't leave her, no matter how far she descended into her own hell.[break][break]

BARNABY FINCH.[break][break]

He'd always return to her, no matter how far afield he journeyed, and she would eventually wake up to see him back safe and sound. He'd denied the pleasant oblivion of mist she'd offered him, chosen to remember all the truth of who and what she was, as well as the horror of all they endured. He'd still stayed.[break][break]

And the DRK Triad wanted to take that person from her.[break][break]

The battle before the Unown arrived was suddenly nothing. freya morningstar and Eva Morales meant nothing. They became unworthy of her attention, a paltry and useless preamble to a greater war. It was not Elisabeth's life she fiercely wished to defend in this moment, and not even jayden cross's, though he might assume as much as she demanded, "Forget them -- they are a distraction, a waste of time. Attack the Unown, with all the might you possess."[break][break]

Her Dragalge sent forth a rippling DRAGON PULSE into the dozens of Unown that had gathered, casting them away with an inferno of blue flame.[break][break]

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