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Mission 5, Part Two: OmnipotenceIt felt like they had been fighting for hours... Actually, they probably have been, considering that the forces were impossibly endless! Aeryn, being the pacifist she is, preferred to merely tie them in rope, but obviously that wasn't working. Brighid frowned as she wiped her brow, her arm coming off slick with perspiration. She looked at it with slight repulsion before she hastily blocked a blow from a taller Pokémon."We're being flanked, Aeryn!" Brighid grit out, narrowly dodging a swing towards her face, watching a few strands of her hair fall to the ground. She growled and tried to fight back, but they were beginning to gain on her. She tried to sneak a peek at Aeryn, who was looking worse for wear as she continued to fling enemies back and wash them with Aqua Tail. They continued fighting like this for a while, continuously rotating back to back, defending each other. "Brighid, I'm starting to wear out here. Do we have most of the civilians away from th
Mission 5, Part Two: BeligerenceIt had been a few days since the successful capture of the two fugitives, and Aeryn's mood hadn't lightened. She was withdrawn, irritable, and rarely, if ever, around in the shop. Brighid was beginning to get fed up with her friend's sulky behaviour, and wanted to smack her with her own sword to get her out of whatever funk she was in. Honestly. They turned them in, and it was over, after all....Right?Doubt suddenly clouded her thoughts as she bit her lip, and trotted down the hallway to where Aeryn's room was located. She listened for a moment, straining to hear anything. She frowned, the room completely silent and seemingly devoid of life. Normally she would just leave the door alone but...It's been a few days. It wouldn't hurt to see if she was still brooding...Brighid steeled herself, and opened the door with a creak. She gasped as she saw the absolute mess the room was in, papers littering the floors as if the room was ransacked, a quill pen lying in the corner of the roo