Shelly blinked awake, the weight of the world feeling oddly different on her shoulders. As she glanced down at her hands, a gasp escaped her lips—these weren't her hands at all. "What in the world?" she exclaimed, her voice a gruff baritone that was definitely not her own.
Colt, now trapped in Shelly's body, staggered to his feet nearby, his long hair swaying in the breeze. "Uh, Shelly? Is that you in there?" he called out, trying to navigate the new sensations.
Nita, or whoever was in her body now, waved frantically, her eyes wide with confusion. "This... this is not my voice!" came a deep, growling tone that belonged to Bull.
Jessie, stuck in Poco's body, strummed her guitar absently, trying to make sense of the chaos. "Okay, let's all calm down and figure out what happened," she suggested, her voice tinged with a melodic twang.
Brock, now in Rosa's muscular frame, flexed his arms experimentally. "This is kind of cool, but we need to switch back," he added with a nervous chuckle.
Penny, inhabiting El Primo's towering body, tried to speak over the chatter, "Does anyone remember what happened during the battle?"
Leon, who had swapped with Barley, spoke up, "I remember a strange energy surge just before everything went black," his voice a mechanical whirring that sounded alien to his ears.
Bo, now in Crow's agile form, nodded in agreement. "Yes, it was like a wave of light washed over us," he added, his sharp eyes scanning the horizon for any clues.
Dynamike, in Frank's massive frame, scratched his head thoughtfully. "Maybe it was some kind of magic or technology from one of the Brawlers?" he speculated.
Pam, now navigating Carl's mechanized suit, led the way. "Let's head back to where the energy burst happened and see if we can undo this mess," she urged, her voice echoing within the metal dome.
Gene, inhabiting Spike's prickly form, bounced alongside the group, "I feel like we're on the right track," he commented optimistically.
Tara, in Mortis's lanky body, raised her hands. "Let's focus on our original selves and channel the energy," she instructed, her voice calm and soothing.
As they concentrated, a familiar wave of light enveloped them. When it faded, the Brawlers looked around, relieved to find themselves back in their own bodies.
Bibi, happily back in her own form, laughed, "Well, that was an adventure I won't forget!"
8-Bit, his circuits humming contentedly, added, "Let's hope it never happens again," his robotic voice full of amusement.
With camaraderie restored, the Brawlers left the arena, each with a new understanding of their fellow fighters—and a story to tell for ages.
