"Let's show them who the real prey is!" she grins back at Ettie, the wildness in her smile highly contagious. In a battle, no, a war where she'd been holding back her full potential for far too long, not knowing when the end was drawing near, Brynn was finally ready to go all out. Right here, right now, in this final fight. All or nothing.
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Go big or go home;
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How ironic it was, that in order for them to have any hope of going home, they had to go big.
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Bigger than they'd ever been before.
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[tldr is complete, still writing the rest]




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WIXOcnwe


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+ Agrees with Ettie on showing their foes who's the true prey [break]
+ Witnesses Eternatus mauling Camron (teen who warned her of the poison years ago) [break]
+ Chooses to follow Gwyar Wledig to the Slumbering Weald [break]
+ Pushes her Extreme Speed to the max [break]
+ Now understands the true thrill of speed Josh Devlin once mentioned [break]
+ Mega Lucario attacks Eternatus with Extreme Speed[break]

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Zacian's howl still reverberates within her as they stand upon the battlefield; all four kingdoms united once more after two decades of protecting their own. She readjusts her armor and checks her weapons a final time before nodding at Spica at her left, who nods back in turn. 

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After all these years, the time had finally come...

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"And you know just as well I would've followed you anyway," she counters back teasingly at the keeper of her heart. 

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They were both aware of this; neither would let the other go without a fight, like neither would actually fight to make them stay. They would go, together, for going 'not at all' wasn't an option either entertained. 

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When his hand wrapped around hers she turned, laying her other hand across his and squeezed back. "I won't be going anywhere, Gwyar, as much as the battle will allow I'll stay by your side," I promise. The silent words that completed the true sentiment behind her words. Brynn didn't need to say them for him to know; she had promised him her everything. Today would be no different. 

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"We'll protect each other," she corrects him, then raises their hands and presses them against her chest. "And when this is over, we'll go home together." Brynn nods sagely before reluctantly letting go of her husband's hand. Not much later the signal to attack is called, and the chaos begins.

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It only took them five minutes to get separated, but even when the distance between them grew, their onslaught never ceased. Flanked by Spica, Brynnhildr's chained daggers mowed down foe after foe with near grace, while the Lucario made sure none were able to attack them from behind. Before long they find themselves surrounded, just like they had been 20 years ago… only this time, they'd done it on purpose. Brynnhildr squeezes her dagger, the glint of a iridescent orb flickering; a spark of power flickering between her and Spica. The Lucario growls as the strength of its mega-evolution courses through its veins as it transforms, immediately harnessing said power in a surging Aura Sphere aimed at the Cinderace army's Toxtricity -and any of the goons standing between her and the Toxtricity- and letting it fly.

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Brynnhildr on the other hand has laid eyes on Ettie, and joins up with the youngest member of the original Ballonea squad. "Back-up Pack has arrived, Ettie!" she notifies the girl, while keeping an eye on any potential threads aimed at her. Yet she cannot help but let her eyes wander across the vast sea of fighters; she catches an glimpse of Gwyar in the distance looking back at her, and she nods a wordless "stay safe" before focussing back on the chaos around her.






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iPeZtBaf


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+ Tagteaming with Gwyar Wledig [break]

+ Lucario mega-evolves[break]

+ Lucario uses Aura Sphere on Cinderace's Toxtricity[break]

+ Brynn tags along with Ettie to protect her, keeps watching Gwyar from afar[break]

+ Ready to use Extreme Speed if necessary to save others[break]

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”I thought is was my turn to cook today?”

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Brynnhildr’s lips curled into a smile when she heard her husband’s voice ring out from behind her; no matter how much time passed, he still managed to sneak up on her without as much as a sound. She could only guess how long he’d be standing there when she turned around and found him leaning against the doorpost leading into their kitchen.

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”You already did plenty of cooking for the boys earlier,” she smiled, leaning against the counter while capturing his gaze with her own. The Unovan was half-expecting him to retort - about it being no big deal- but at the same time she also knew that if she looked at him a certain way, he’d go along with almost anything she asked. ”So I went ahead and did the same,”

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”It’s your favorite.” A hearty meal she’d been trying to perfect ever since she got her hands on the recipe, just so she could see the smile on Gwyar Wledig ‘s face whenever she made it. ”I even got dessert sorted,”

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”Give you something to look forward to.” The grin playing on her lips, and the way her hooded eyes regarded him, left little to the imagination as to what exactly she was implying.

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"Hoh... I can't help myself when you look at me like that.”

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If only he knew… well, she knew he knew. And that made it all the more fun.

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She leant into his embrace, arms wrapped around his neck. How lucky she was to have spent these last 20 years at his side, something she reminded herself of every single time she gazed into his eyes; aged and wise. The way they looked at her, seeing her own loving gaze reflected in his.

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”I love you too, love,” she smiled back lovingly, tiptoeing to kiss his lips. ”Welcome home.”

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For this man’s happiness she’d move Heaven and Earth.

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And she feared that it would not be long before that would actually be the case.

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The skies had been foreshadowing what was to come. The last earthquake had rocked the city’s foundations not too long ago, but she was most aware another was to be inbound soon enough. In the last ten years she’d gone about her business as per usual; by now she could fix the machinery with her eyes closed, and every morning and evening alike she practiced with her chained daggers, honing her weapons and body alike, as she steadily pushed her the boundaries of speed itself.
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It would not take long before they'd have to make decisions that would shape their destinies, and that of the hero their story was meant to build. Brynnhildr was ready, whenever that moment would come.

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7oNv5DUz

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+ Is loving the married life with Gwyar Wledig [break]
+ Master chief technician
+ Has been diligently practicing her Extreme Speed chained daggers ever since they were forged[break]
+ Has been trying to push her speed boundaries alongside Ettie [break]

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As surprised as she’d been by her Riolu’s display, and the bond she’d never dared relay upon when it came to her safety but Spica still acted upon, as surprised she was when Ballonea’s townfolk spurred themselves and pushed past her to fight back the hordes of corrupted mon with their new heroes.
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Their bravado was contagious, she found, as her feet dragged her onward together with her Riolu. To combat. To glory. And in the end, merely to live another day.
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But her bravado lingered once the fighting had stilled and the damages had been dealt. Insomuch that when she saw Ettie huddled over something, the faintest sounds of a newborn hatchling gracing the world, she was too eager to find out. Ettie’s protective snarl had kept her from approaching any further, and the cheer confusion etched upon her face at the surprisingly aggressive display was one she shared with some of the pokémon present around the girl. Hers, presumably.
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It would dawn on Brynn a little too late she’d overstepped certain unspoken boundaries. And in the time that followed, she’d make sure to apologize, and right the wrong done.
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In the days that followed;[break]
Brynn would do what she did best; calculate the damages done. To herself. To her surroundings.To others. Oddly enough, she does nothing with the information she manages to gather. Instead she finds herself wandering aimlessly more than once, her focus set on a purpose, and on an answer to feelings she’s yet to find.
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When days turned into Months;[break]
The Unovan would find reason for her being. Or at the very least, her purpose; Volta Inc’s expertise in medical equipment and the subsequent machinery tied into it have been drilled into her subconscious, and it’s only then she finally starts returning to herself. A budding friendship with Johanna Joy follows with it as she explains the 101’s of her craft to the resident healer. In the end, she regains her passion for the craft through her work, and even dares pen down the ins and outs of whatever she could salvage for the other cities to use.
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The prophecy shared by the Calyrex too becomes one of the many stones she carries along in her metaphorical backpack, dragged into a silent knowing.
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After Years;[break]
Even though the attacks have become more frequent, Brynnhildr does not seem to miss the fact that their return to Hoenn has become an impossible dream. All she left behind there were fears and miseries that could never touch her here; whilst the dystopian Galar had given her far more than her previous life had.
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Purpose.
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Battle prowess.
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Love.
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Especially that last one has become a driving force behind her mindset.
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Her biggest hurdle yet, she realized, had been these feelings festering within her. By the time she realized what they truly meant, she had been ashamed she’d let so much time pass before telling Gwyar Wledig how she truly felt about him.
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It seemed like she hadn’t been the only one to struggle with them. And as the years slinked past she only grew stronger in her resolve. Brynnhildr, contrary to their time in Hoenn, had finally become his rock in turn; whenever the worry for his daughters or their past lives overtook him, she would ground him. As he did to her, too.
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With their bond, she flourished.
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In all those years he taught her many things, too. How to love anew, how to defend herself -and eventually others-, how to wield weaponry of all kinds, the basics of his own crafts, stories and histories of Galar,...
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It was odd how among the chaos, Brynnhildr had found herself becoming more healed than she’d ever been broken when peace reigned.
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Yet she would never forget.
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The 10 Year Mark - Present;

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She’d tried not to wake him when she’d left to check upon the pokémon center and whatever she could salvage from the damage done to the machinery by the Necrozma’s attack. Yet she found her lover staring out the windows, to the wreckage that had once been a proud Ballonea. Even from here she could feel the worry and defeat in his being.
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”Gwyar…” she spoke softly, approaching the knight.
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Her hand would search his, fingers intertwining as she sat back down on the bedside. She’d join his silence and gently lean her head unto his shoulder, careful not to irk any of the many wounds littering his body.
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He’d reprimand her if he knew she’d entertain the guilt of not having been there sooner when the Black Knight attacked, so she remained quiet, instead squeezing his hand. They would survive this, like they had all others.
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Overcome.
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They had no choice.

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ko2OcFgv

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+ Taken aback by growling Ettie [break]
+ Spends the first few days wandering, lost in her own head[break]
+ After months: Finds purpose in helping Johanna Joy by fixing the Pokémon Center’s machinery[break]
+ Becomes Ballonea’s tech support on all things medical (equipment) [break]
+ Writes a How-To manual on fixing the machinery for the Pale Rider to distribute to other cities[break]
+ After Years: Becomes Gwyar Wledig ’s loving rock [break]
+ Tagteamed with Gwyar Wledig to keep the Pokémon Center as up-to-date as possible [break]
+ Fights alongside Ballonea’s knights every now and then [break]
+ Has twin chained daggers (Extreme Speed) forged[break]

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Brynn's patrolling the city when the first signs of the horde of corrupted mons appear; rather than retreating to the safety of the pokémon center however, she does what her curiosity bids her to do and wanders towards the make-shift barricades. The vibrating earth below her feet should prove enough of a warning as what's to come, and even though it kicks her instincts into an overdrive to seek cover, she ignores it fully.

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When the orange-feather bird attacks the barricade like it's nothing more than a step-stone an explosion occurs behind them, a gigantic pokémon rising from its center. The Unovan halts only temporarily, casting a look behind her, then looking at the Drilbur at her side. Although the better choice, the anxiety simmering inside her calls for Spica to return to her side. Switching out Delta goes swiftly, the mole pokémon not bothering with the sudden shift, while the smaller aura pokémon taking its stead immediately takes to its trainer and the chaos happening beyond the defensive walls.

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The gigantimaxed pokémon behind them roars, but the Unovan ignores it, not wishing to divide her attention between two fronts. It never bodes well whenever she does. Instead she takes to the barricades as well, crawling on top of them just in time to watch Johanna Joy's Claydol blast a destructive beam into the stampede of corrupted mons before them.

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The power of the move unsteadies her, and as a part of the barricade shifts so does she, toppling head first into the horde of pokémon below. There's not time to wonder as she scrambles to her feet, watching as surrounding mons shift their aim from the barricade towards her, but they're soon mowed down by a barrage of strikes from Spica's Meteor Mash from above as it jumps down to protect Brynnhildr. It plops down in front of her, nailing its hero landing and reading itself to fight off any who dare draw near.

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KZH2WrzX +15

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+Heads towards the barricades[break]
+Switches Drilbur for Riolu[break]
+Makes a tumble down the barricade, into the stampeding pokémon[break]
+Riolu jumps down and uses Meteor Mash on surrounding pokémon[break]

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When she arrives through the portal, the first thing she notices is the utter darkness befalling it. The stray mushrooms that remain dotting the once fairy-like city. Yet for some reason they only add to the gloom reigning; poison drips of once-luminiscent mushrooms, of gates, muddle streets and gardens like there's no stopping it. The sludge thick enough to dim the lights.

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She worries for its people, who shy away and merely dare peek from the safety of their houses to the strangers arriving in their city. A daring few watch from a distance, their appearance in stark contrast with the more modern environment. Almost... medieval?

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She's so taken by Ballonea's fate that hasn't even noticed how she's been holding unto Gwyar's hand; not until he squeezes it and grants her an encouraging smile. One she returns before they break away.

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How strange, the cold it leaves.

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But when he asks for some to accompany him, she follows, watching with glee how the man does what he does best; flash his most charming, knightly smile and beckon the wary to trust. And although it took some trying, the peasants did in fact do just that, but more than a kind smile is all she brings into the fray, and when Gwyar Wledig and illeana reyes continue onward, she stays back, wandering off the streets.

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There's a few houses tucked away among the sludge, and while she had first intended to just introduce herself, the rain that had started trickling down would eventually make her look like a drowned rat rather than an inspiring stranger. The house she picked was one heavily covered in sludge; rather than take to the people she recalls Spica, the Riolu heavily displeased as it is switched out for her odd-coloured Dilbur, Delta.

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Together with her Drilbur she starts cleaning the sludge off their property, unaware of how the patch behind her is bubbling ominously, and eerie dark digits start creeping from it. Brynn startles when the door behind her bursts open, a young man -narily out of his teens- shouting a warning at her as he points at the hands, now locked on her.

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Brynn freezes, but with the pounding in her heart comes an instinct she's forgotten she had. Rising to her feet she takes a few steps back, arm outstretched as she ushers the young man back inside. "Stay back and hide somewhere safe! I'll... I'll keep them at bay."

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Try to.

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But she'd never say that out loud. Instead she looks at her Drilbur with a slight panic, the blue-nosed mole frowning as it awaits an order; any order. And that's exactly what it gets; "Delta, go get them! uh,... Scorching Hands!" Ah. Almost right. But it was good enough for the Drilbur to understand, as it channeled a slab of Scorching Sands towards the hands that plagued the city.

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A valiant effort for one who had never risen to the occasion to be the hero. But she had to start somewhere if she wanted to find her place.

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bNn74QQm

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+ Follows Gwyar Wledig & co, watches him inspire the peasantry [break]
+ Switches Riolu out for Drilbur [break]
+ Starts cleaning the sludge [break]
+ Ballonean peasant helps and alerts her to danger[break]
+ Main Action: Throwing hands with the hands [break]

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The disapproval in his voice was as expected, but whatever scolding laid waiting for her never came. Not upright, at least, for he did agree with her earlier statement.
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"What were you thinking?"
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Yes, what had she been thinking? Perhaps it was better he didn't know of what turmoil frequented her mind, since it was that exact chaos that had made her venture out despite knowing better. If she dug deep enough she could find a reason to tell him of the what, of the why, but those held a certainty she herself was still struggling with.
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"Because I-"
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Her voice had barely been audible when he spoke up before she could actually tell him the reason, and she gratefully accepted the moment she did not have to spill her brittle thoughts. But her eyes looked even more confused when Gwyar, unlike any other had ever done, apologized.
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Apologized, of all things.
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Where she thought she would see disappointment in his eyes, she only caught worry. It left her baffled, and yet, for some reason she figured that if it were anyone else but him showing that worry, it would've been a con. And when he fixes her with that look, she reassures him with a small smile.
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"I'm okay. I'm fine, really."
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And when he offers his arm she's quick to slide into it, as if doing so anchors her into the man's strength. Which in a way it does, as she lets Gwyar lead her and Spica back to the statue and the rest of the people gathered around it. She recognises some of the faces, from other times, which she cannot say were better than they are now;
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Eris Halla , whom she still remembers from the Necrozma incident in Sootopolis, unconscious on the ground. How a strange light on her wrist had once drawn her to the young girl. It had only been fleeting, and she'd been gone before the girl'd come to.
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FERNANDO SILPH , met in the aftermath of said same event, at Lilycove hospital. Thoughts and visions had been exchanged, but in the end she'd stumbled her way back into solitude.
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Until recently that solitude had persisted, but now it was being chipped at bit by bit. Learning to trust again was hard, but where words failed, deeds had taken precedence to what could be once again. It had taught her to smile again, more genuinely; even here, stranded in this world of decay, she could manage a chuckle as the phantom horse nearly smooched the blonde knight.
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Her eyes linger on them just a while longer, her smile knowing as she realises.
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Trust.
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When the Calyrex makes itself known she can feel Gwyar's weight shift, and for the first time their roles are reversed as the knight leans on her. Requires her help, ever so minimal, but the way it makes her soar only reinforces her realisation further. While all eyes seem fixed on the High King and his steed, the Unovan is effectively beaming for entirely different reasons.
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As the Calyrex takes hold of a handful of trainers nearby to function as its voice, she can only listen as he introduces himself before them. To set aside their differences and work together for a common cause in his name. Restore the hero of many battles. Create stories of heroism. The last cities that remain standing, the bastions of hope against the corruption that seeps through this land.
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Ask your questions.
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And many do, one by one addressing the high king. When Gwyar bows and asks his, she bows with him and waits for her turn. She can see in the Calyrex' eyes that he does not deign her the same courtesy as the knight, but she still attempts her question, bolstered by Gwyar's presence. She finishes the sentence in her mind, the relevation that truly matters.
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"It's because I trust you, Gwyar Wledig . That's why I'm here."
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And then she speaks her question.
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"The hero's broken sword... how do we restore it?"


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sPcSOo6G

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+ Assures Gwyar Wledig she's fine [break]
+ Recognises Eris Halla & FERNANDO SILPH [break]
+ Amused by Spectrier's shenanigans [break]
+ Gwyar gained: [Achievement Unlocked - MAX Trust] [break]
+ Enter Calyrex; asks how they can restore the sword [break]
+ Will go where Gwyar Wledig goes![break]

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She had been so, so very close when the stone spikes of a Stone Edge are erected in the Tomb's entrance, barring all and any of the glimpse they so desperately wish to see. Yet all the Unovan does about it is swear, moreso due to being startled by the Gyarados' sudden attack.
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Yet she doesn't have time to worry about where it came from. A sinister bass resonates across the field of battle, forcing her and Spica to the floor like a ragdoll, and try as she might, Brynnhildr cannot seem to rise from the sensation of dread overtaking her. It's an oddly familiar sensation however; the crippling fear one she has lived through one too many times to forget. In the end, faced with the memories it brings, she does not even try to fight it and remaining completely still on the floor, her heart rapidly shifting into a frenzied beat.
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Her Riolu picks up on the turmoil in her trainer's emotions and fights back against the pressure, managing to rise to its knee before the earth underneath them starts to rip itself apart. Like a natural tomb it starts encasing them, Brynn's Riolu struggling that much more to cross the little space between mon and trainer. Spica reaches Brynn, but as the ground closes around them feels how its trainer's arms wrap around it instead, pulling it in a protective embrace as the darkness takes over.
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In the darkness her heart pulses,
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and then, it stops.
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Vertigo follows suit, yet she can't make out what happens in its wake.
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When her heart finds itself again and picks up its latent beat, the Unovan is uncertain; for a moment she entertains the new surroundings as a dreary afterlife, but it dawns upon her soon that it's all but. The Riolu still craddled in her arms stirs and breaks free from her arms, looking sternly at its trainer, worry apparent in its crimson eyes. Spica taps Brynns chest and keeps the woman on her knees as it tries to examine her, only allowing her to stand once its certain she's 'fine'.
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It does not trust the situation however, and is scanning the area in search for a friendly face. As many flock towards the statue in the middle of the stadium, a familiar head of blonde hair catches both their attention, Spica practically grabs her hand and drags her along towards Gwyar Wledig , barking at the knight to get its attention.
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When the man turns, she greets him with a weary smile. "H-hi," Sheepishly is the most fitting way to call her reaction and subsequent greeting. "Sorry, I, uh... kinda snuck out. Against better judgement. Again." she mutters softly, reading herself for any potential scolding. Still, being around Gwyar seems to bring a sense of ease and sanctuary to the Unovan, and the dystopian stadium suddenly feels a lot less intimidating.
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If asked or checked; a few superficial cuts aside, the Unovan seems completely fine, and actually acts as such, writing the sudden fatigue off as a side-effect of their odd teleportation.
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But as her eye falls on the regal statue and the trough with water, she feels like she's supposed to know it too. Something about a noble king and its mighty steed in a story her mother used to tell her... then again, they'd nearly all held those in regard. And not all were actually based on myths or legends of yore. So she turns towards the one who she thinks does know about it, and asks him.
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"Gwyar, do you know what the story behind this statue is?"

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ovTGZbDv

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+ Brynn starts running bad_memories_&_crippling_fear.exe[break]
+ Covers Riolu, protecting it from harm[break]
+ Brynn is experiencing heart palpitations[break]
+ Physically Brynn appears fine; has internal damage[break]
+ Does not recognise Wyndon Stadium 2.0[break]
+ Joins Gwyar Wledig at the statue + asks about it[break]

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Unlike many others venturing towards the Ancient Tomb and the clashing beasts, Brynnhildr's reasons for being there were -yet again- naught but chancing fate. Although leaps and bounds beyond the person she'd once been, she still had no place among the fighters. She knew.

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But there was one who had. And although he had graciously told her about the threat so she could stay clear of the area, even preferring her staying home as to dodge any consequences entirely, Brynnhildr had followed him nonetheless. Gwyar Wledig would have no idea she was now watching him and many others as they engaged with the cervid beast, looking for other ways to be of use. That, and to move around without the knightly police officer finding out she was doing exactly that which she wasn't supposed to do. She would be no burden this time.

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Beside her, Spica, her Riolu, bumped her leg and gestured for a path behind the boulders, away from the main group. She wouldn't get swooped up in the fighting if she went that way, but it left her with little view on what was coming towards her from the location of Ting-Lu and Zacian.

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Mayhaps for the best.

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The best however, she realised too late, was to not be alone. For when the first echoes of Ting-Lu's vessel rang across the field, trepidation grasped her heart. Sparked a little flame of unease. The Unovan shuddered, looking at her Riolu as it stopped to assess her. Spica barks softly and stares at Brynn before nodding ever so softly.

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Yes. We have to keep moving.

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Towards the Ancient Tomb.


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H_BI_jzp

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+ Brynn is stealthing around the side, on her way to Ancient Tomb[break]
+ Fear is present, but she tries to stay bold

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While she's petrified for reasons beyond her ken, Gwyar just makes it look easy; the way with which he orders- asks? his Gallade to take care of the towering bears that've found their way towards them.

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She merely watches as the Gallade makes short work of an Ursaring, turning to the next one. It's piercing red gaze seems to stall the other Ursaring, some even looking at where their comrade disappeared into the thicket; pained grunts seem to come from behind them, but the Ursaring in question doesn't seem to resurface just yet.

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But their slowed reaction does not last. It's only moments after that they decide two should do the trick, and pincer the pokémon from both sides. Thunder beckons the rain; little drops announcing the coming of a downpour in the make. It's cold soothing on skin heated by panic and a surpressed flight response. The thunder did call forth something else however, from the depths of the cave behind them it stirred, a low growl echoing.


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+ Gwyar Wledig

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