How to Lose

Subject: How to Lose Mon Jun 20, 2016 2:43 am

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That mission tho:

-Sova-

After a very.... interesting encounter with what he'd originally thought to be a glaceon, Sova had mixed feelings about how his day had gone thus far. He'd had quite the unpleasant experience with a rather unappealing ditto; the second one of the day; but he'd also completed the missions he'd taken that were holding him back from progressing toward his true goal. In fact, the second ditto had actually been just who he had been looking for in order to complete one of his missions! Now, he could move on to the ruins, where he hoped he would find something that could solve his issue. This issue was one he'd kept mostly to himself, but it was one he shared with his group. Or at least, he shared a similar problem with the ones he'd chosen to come along with him.

He knew that he couldn't exactly send Dusk back to Grassveil alone, which meant she'd have to come with him and would inevitably figure out that he was going to the Snowcloak Ruins.... and, of course, she would figure out why. The glaceon knew this, but he still planned to keep her in the dark for as long as he could. It was something private to him that he wanted to keep between himself and those he'd entrusted with it for as long as he could. Plus, he figured Dusk would just try to convince him not to if she figured out. He didn't need any more forces tugging at his emotional state than he already had, and he certainly wasn't interested in being told he was wrong by someone who couldn't possibly understand.

The hail had stopped and he could now see the others thanks to the increased visibility. He looked over to the charmeleon next to him and spoke up: "Looks like we're home."
He had been planning to let Garnet respond, but then he spotted something that made him want to speak once more. The other umbreon Dusk had brought along with her was scurrying over to the two of them with a bag full of.... sticks. She seemed to be more focused on Garnet than himself, and since he didn't want to get sucked into any more social situations, he simply backed away and allowed the charmeleon to handle it. "Looks like you've got a fan," he joked.

-Dusk-

Dusk was alone with Acro, watching over him while the rest of the group was either out or just avoiding the poor guy. She'd previously had company, but this company was.... dismantled by her after they pushed her to the point where she simply could not handle having them around. "He did what you hired him for, now get out of here! Can't you find something better to do!?" she thought about what she had said to get the odd duo of clients to leave the bird and herself alone.
She'd gotten a bit pushy, but it was only because they had refused to leave otherwise. She was just happy that now, she could get to know Acro a bit better. She could only hope he wasn't upset about the fact that she'd kind of chased his clients off. Surely, it would be fine, since he had already completed the mission.

"So, what's your team? I don't follow guilds too much," she questioned in an attempt to get to know Acro a bit better.
She was curious to know the name of the team the archeops was a member of, and she didn't recall asking him before. He seemed to be the leader, or at least the figure of authority between himself and.... Linus.... Dusk didn't like Linus, as he seemed to be the opposite of what she imagined a member of a guild as. Then again, Sova wasn't exactly what she felt a guild member was supposed to be like either. Still, she knew Sova at least seemed to do the right thing when it mattered, even if it meant putting his own life at risk. The umbreon had also come to understand that perhaps in the line of work of doing "right," Sova may have had to put his morals aside at times and thus, he looked like an ass.

Dusk was so distracted with the archeops before her that she failed to notice that the rest of the group was getting back. She had taken it upon herself to be Acro's guard, even though she knew he was stronger than her. The issue with his strength was that he was exhausted and had probably caught hypothermia. At that, from what she'd been told, the archeops had a rather crippling ability that was probably still active.

-Krikka-

Krikka had become incredibly bored with her situation and ended up laying in the snow despite how cold it was. She was on her back, doing her best to get a good look at some of her pretty blue rings. In other words, she was indulging in a bit of narcissism to sate her boredom, as there was always one thing that never failed to entertain her in times of need. Herself. It was herself that she could always count on to cheer her up when the world was failing her, and the world failed her quite often. Perhaps she was just very picky and hard to please, but she didn't care. She was awesome! Her rings looked so much cooler than the tacky yellow that was on the lesser umbreon!

Despite being enthralled by herself, she still had her attention split enough to notice when the the glaceon and that foul charmeleon had gotten back. When she spotted the latter, she immediately rolled back onto her belly, pushed herself up off the ground, and shook the snow off of her. She then immediately got to work with her part of the revenge plan and trusted Linus to do his part. She put on the friendliest smile she could and began walking with a disgustingly happy skip in her step. This was to make her seem innocent, but it was also to make her look like a tripping hazard, like she could fall over herself at any second. She intended to fall, after all, so she needed to make it look like an accident. "Hiiiiii~" she waved a paw in the direction of the two returning members of the group. It was meant specifically for the one she was after.

Krikka intended to fall over like a klutz as soon as she got close enough to the charmeleon to potentially knock him over. She would, of course, try to put as much force into her little stunt as she could without making it obvious that she wasn't exactly falling. She figured the lizard was stronger than her, so she very much hoped she would have the element of surprise. Even if she couldn't knock him to the ground, she figured she would still be able to get him to hold still by pretending to be hurt and getting him to check her "injuries." He was with guild members, so he had to!

....Right?

Subject: Re: How to Lose Wed Nov 30, 2016 1:45 pm

Unfortunately for the archeops, someone had noticed his movements. His body seemed to freeze over as he heard the words he knew could only be directed towards him...or rather he just figured it so. He dared not move as the injured glaceon stood despite his wounds. The sleek furred brown fox and the darker colored ~~skunk~~ eeveelution gave words that attempted to discouraged the blue vulpine from standing. The archeops's eyes slowly trailed from his destination towards his final friend within the area.

Or was it his only friend, if even? Did he really know the glaceon? Did he really know anybody for that matter? Linus was no friend, Linus was a bird that was forced along to his death by accompanying the archeops. He barely knew Dusk, but even then he felt he barely knew Sova.

The weak voice spoke to him, but something was different. Was it the way he moved? The way he spoke? Something had shifted within the glaceon it seemed, as if the glaceon he barely knew wasn't even there anymore.

The advice the seeming husk like creature before him lingered in the air for a brief second as he seemed to be depressed about something. Acro was silent, still frozen to the spot for that brief moment the glaceon expressed his feelings. He jumped slightly as the glaceon suddenly perked up. His frown had been tugged back sly and sleek as a smirk surfaced in Sova's smile.

It bothered him and he questioned himself yet again.

Did he really know Sova?

He had wanted to say yes, but true friends knew each other like the back of their hands, claws, paws, whatever they had. What was a friend even? Friends helped each other through tough situations, yes. Friends gave each other support, yes. Friends relied upon each other, yes. Did he do that with Sova? No.

Sova had helped him through tough situations, that much was for sure. His mind trailed back to the nightmare in Shadowhue or Pecha, the breloom had read into their minds while its friends conjured horrific nightmares exclusive to each of them. Had he helped Sova then? Was he supposed to help Sova now instead of prioritizing his own selfish feelings? Was he just a bad guy all along?

He did not respond to Sova, his throat felt as if it were swelling once more. There he went again, crying. What good was that doing him? Was he just some big cry baby? The thoughts only envoked a self-perpetuating cycle of grief.

Luckily, he managed to cut the cycle off long enough to ask a question that lingered in the back of his mind. It had popped up with the way the glaceon spoke and acted.

"You...You're not Sova, are you?" he asked.

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Booooooooop.

Subject: Re: How to Lose Wed Nov 30, 2016 11:00 pm

-S.S.-

Acro's words caused the realization to truly dawn on the glaceon as to what he was doing. He was making no attempt at all to hide who and what he was, and around members of multiple guilds... He didn't care. His mania was at an all-time low and he hated it. He'd never had to put up such a situation as what he had now found himself in. He wasn't feeling up to parading around as Sova, keeping up a charade just so someone else's life could be preserved. No matter what the consequences, he held a simple desire: to see what it was like to be truly transparent for once.

The smirk faded from his face as his mouth opened, as if to speak, but he remained silent. For a moment, all he did was stare into the bird's eyes. He wasn't quite sure what to say, but it didn't take long for him to decide on something short and simple: "No."
It then dawned on him that perhaps he would need to elaborate, as it sounded as if he'd kidnapped Sova and he was just some criminal or something. Not too far off, but still. "I'm... the only thing that's kept him alive."
He decided to avoid confusing everyone by trying to explain his identity, instead giving the simplest truth he could think of... and also painting himself in perhaps a bit brighter a light than he deserved.

-Dusk-

Dusk backed away from Sova, or whatever this thing was. As she listened to the conversation, she began to get the picture that something was very wrong. She didn't want to be near the thing that had just admitted to not being her friend... or whatever Sova was to her. Oddly enough, she wasn't afraid at all; rather, she felt... anger. "So, what, you're just someone pretending to be Sova? Or are you possessing him?" she threw out the most sensible accusations she could think of.
There came no response from the glaceon; in fact, he didn't even bother to turn around and acknowledge her existence. This infuriated her.

The umbreon's sense of self-preservation faded as the cloak took hold over her mind once more, making her feel an overwhelming desire to inflict harm. So far, this was consistently manifesting itself in the form of her being excessively confrontational, and that wasn't about to change. She ran around in front of the glaceon in order to force him to look at her then spoke once more, this time with a loud and commanding tone: "Whatever you are, give him back! Or-" before she could get out any decent threat, the blue fox cut her off, his disturbing demeanor having returned.

-S.S.-

It seemed someone had questions, but they were stupid questions, and it wasn't his job to answer them. S.S. simply ignored Dusk's rather hostile inquiries, desiring only speak to the bird at the moment. Or he tried, at least until the umbreon decided to get in front of him and seemed to be going in a direction that was going to end in a threat. No one had the right to threaten him. He raised a paw up to the little headache's mouth and pressed against it, which seemed to surprise her since she stopped speaking. "Or you'll get yourself killed trying to threaten someone who can snap you like a twig," he spoke with his typical cocky smirk upon his face.
The slight movement made his leg ache from the ribbon's influence, but it was negligible and worth it.

The umbreon silently stared in what seemed to be a mixture of horror and anger for a moment before jerking away from the touch of his paw. He couldn't help but give a light chuckle at the display of how fast someone's resolve could be torn apart. He glanced around at the others and reminded himself that behaving at least a bit was probably in his best interest, and with this in mind, decided to address the request he'd been presented with. "One body; two minds. I don't have much say in which one of us is in control, so don't look at me."

-Krikka-

Desiring to do what seemed like the only sensible thing, Krikka stayed out of whatever was going on with the group. She was just tagging along with them for protection, so their personal problems were of no interest to her. Or this was how she felt until it was revealed that something was seriously wrong with the glaceon. A rather popular guild member, and a dangerous one at that... The fact that he had issues didn't faze her, but the potential for blackmail or other... creative uses instantly flooded her head. She now knew something that, from all that she could tell by the behavior of his supposed "friends," was a pretty big secret.

At this point, she decided to pay a bit more mind to the conversation, although she still wasn't interested in participating. She just wanted to sit back and listen to see if she could get any more useful information. After all, there were more guild members in this group, and they were also formidable. She would accept any remotely useful information she could get on any of them, especially considering it was entirely free.

-Shara-

This little eevee was no longer interested in the conversation being held. It was clearly somewhat of a personal matter, and she cared not to interfere in it. However, she did note the clear revelation that the glaceon was utterly insane. It wasn't much of a surprise after what she'd experienced thus far, but still, she had to wonder if someone like that belonged in a guild. As far as she was concerned, he was fine as long as he wasn't doing anything... un-guildly, and he would surely be found out if he were. It was not her place to stop someone from helping others just because he was a a psychopath, but she couldn't help but wonder...

Subject: Re: How to Lose Sat Dec 24, 2016 7:33 pm

Whoever was before him was not Sova, it had confirmed that itself. Dusk had shown some disapproval towards this reveal, asking if whoever was before them was pretending or possessing. Both of which Acro had not considered to even be possibilities. Dusk began to demand that the glaceon return their friend, but it seemed as if the husk had something to say about it. He moved, Acro found himself on complete guard around this stranger. While Dusk was most certainly in need of shutting her trap, the threat the glaceon had delivered was not one he would take lightly. Was this "New Sova" dangerous? What were his intentions? Where was Sova-Sova? Exactly how screwed were they if the stranger decided he didn't want to play nice like he currently was?

One body and two minds? That's quite...odd to say the least. Another persona? Personality? Acro was not at all educated on the way the mind of a glaceon works, let alone the mind of pokemon in general. Dusk had seemingly lost interest in the conversation and Shara held none to begin with. The umbreon that had tagged along this entire time also seemed to be disinterested. What, was he just alone with Not-Sova? Jee thanks, guys, nice to know they had his back if things went horribly wrong.

He looked back to the glaceon before him, "Uh..." he spoke up, "If you're not Sova, then who are you?" How was he supposed to treat this situation? Was he even supposed to be paying it any mind and just shrug it off like the others? He highly doubted that was a logical conclusion.

"Also uh, you should probably lay down...wounds and stuff," he spoke. He paused for a few seconds as he realized something during his mini-headcount of how the others were responding to this. Where was the charmeleon? He turned away for a brief moment, eyes scanning the area before he spotted the charmeleon simply laying there as if it were acting like a doormat.

"Umbreon, Dusk, Shara?" he spoke out to them, "Could you go check on whatshisface?" If they weren't going to help him then they could go help the charmeleon. He didn't exactly know Krikka's name, so he simply referred to her as Umbreon. All three of them weren't needed for the task, but damn it someone needed to and he had to make sure Not-Sova was going to be a not-problem.

He turned back to the glaceon, "Sorry, continue."

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#SaveGarnet2016.

Subject: Re: How to Lose Thu Jan 12, 2017 8:01 am

-S.S.-

The glaceon silently stared at the archeps, his eyes conveying the suspension of stability within his being. He didn't like having to put up with simply... talking to someone, especially when it was someone so emotionally pathetic. The bird reminded him a bit of Sova. Granted, he hated pretty much everyone, so this disdain wasn't exactly a new feeling. However, he normally didn't have to actually interact with others in idle conversation. Why was he even here? How was he the better choice for this situation? His only talent was violence, and there was no blood to be shed as far as he could tell.

Sure, he was indifferent to things such as the death of an ally, but why did that mean he had to tolerate such a mundane experience? Sova was still the one who was supposed to handle these things, as per their... unspoken agreement. He took a glance down at himself and quickly summed up his injuries; it was nothing Sova couldn't handle. His attention then turned to the ribbon around his neck as he wondered if it was perhaps contributing to his being here. He didn't bother trying to remove it, for he already knew from his shared knowledge with Sova that such an attempt would fail. He supposed the situation he was in would have been quite stressful for someone as pathetic as Sova, so it at least made sense why he had to be the one doing everything for the time-being, but he still disliked everything about it.

S.S. simply ignored everyone as the archeops tried to lead them. He was also trying to ignore the fact that the suicidal creature was trying to lead him along with the others, but this was proving substantially more difficult. He wasn't interested in simply laying down and resting in the first place, but with someone else telling him to, well... he wanted to stay standing just to defy this... command. When the bird's attention fell back upon him, prompting him to continue, his eyes instantly darted back up to stare in front of him toward his opposition.

He began slowly walking toward Acro as he continued speaking, simply to send a message that he would obey no one. "You haven't even noticed my existence until now; your insecure, fragile little mind has made Sova too afraid to tell you himself... I'm punished for your weakness, and now you expect me to reward you with my name? Speak again and I'll-" He spoke in a tone that was calm on the surface yet very evidently full of anger.
His attitude had suddenly turned extremely hostile while he lost his sense of reason for a moment. It... was a fickle part of him that tended to come and go at times, and this was perhaps a bad time for it to disappear. However, before he could finish the threat he had been about to make, the eevee demanded his attention.

-Shara-

Mostly ignoring the conversation, the eevee moved to check on the half-dead guy as the archeops directed for someone to do so. She figured she was probably the only one who had any significant medical knowledge, aside from perhaps the traumatized bird and psychotic fox, neither of whom she wanted to put in charge of caring for someone. Upon a brief inspection, the first thing she noticed was that the charmeleon wasn't really moving... at all. Yet his injuries didn't seem too severe, so it was a bit concerning that he not only wasn't awake yet, but wasn't even showing any signs of active function. He had a heartbeat, at least, but something was very wrong.

"Hey, ladies," she decided to interrupt the two sources of copious angst.
"Something's wrong with this guy, but I'm not sure what. Anyone got a Lum berry or something?"
Almost as soon as her request came out, her response came in the form of the glaceon tossing a lum berry right at her. It was what she'd asked for, but the gesture seemed somehow... ill-intended, like he was more just trying to throw something at her. Nonetheless, she managed to catch the berry with her front paws before attempting to feed it to the charmeleon.

-S.S.-

Given he wasn't interested in dealing with anything other than what his mind was currently set on, the glaceon simply obliged, sticking his head into his bag and pulling out a familiar green berry. He held it between his teeth by the stem, but only for a moment before it was tossed in the direction of the pest who'd asked for it. Admittedly, he'd thrown it a bit hard, and yes, this seemed to... upset his new fashion accessory. Nonetheless, the pain was worth the message. With the distraction out of the way, he turned his attention back to what he was really interested in and his gaze turned back to the colorful bird.

"Now, since we're supposed to be "friends," just this once, I will ignore your pale attempt to advise my actions and your selfish request for my name. I won't tear your wings from your body for these... insults. However, I should warn you, if you decide for a second time to attempt such disgraces to my presence..." he fell silent.
To an observer, this may have seemed to simply be for emphasis. Without any clear warning or preparation, he suddenly bolted straight toward Acro. The archeops seemed too surprised to react as the glaceon suddenly bit onto his wing and dragged him violently down to the ground... just in time for a wave of energy with a vibrant blue glow to blast right over the two of them. The Psycho Cut proceeded onward until colliding rather violently - and destructively - with a wall, leaving a gash deep enough for the end nearly to be lost to the torchlight.

S.S. moved close to the archeops and spoke in a hushed tone: "Get up and help me fight. This one's strong and I'm in bad shape; I can't worry about others right now... nor can I fight at my fullest, or else I'll probably kill all of you. If you break down here and someone dies, it's your fault."
Perhaps his words weren't the softest, but his intentions were good, which was quite uncommon for him.

He then fell silent to allow his words to sink in as he looked forward into the dimly-lit hall to see a distant figure. The attack had been very accurate, and from such a long distance...

-Dusk-

Not even the cloak's influence could make Dusk quite suicidal. Or at least... not so far. She wasn't interested in testing her luck against whatever psychopathic presence was inhabiting Sova's mind, especially since it seemed like he was useful for protection... at least, assuming he didn't decide to just kill them all. She opted out of the conversation and decided to go help look after the ailed charmeleon, though upon looking him over, she wasn't really sure what to do. She wasn't exactly much of a medic. She simply decided to stay out of the way and watch as the client of her friends inspected the ailed firebrand and requested what would hopefully help him.

"Uh... anything I can do to help?" she questioned, receiving only a head-shake in response.
She understood that the eevee was busy and likely stressed, but the rudeness in not even giving a verbal response still annoyed her a bit. She couldn't help but listen to the conversation between the two team leaders which was being primarily run through threats and hostility by the derranged glaceon. She tried not to pay much attention to it all... until the pause. This silence made her curious enough to glance up just in time to see Sova... or whatever he was... rushing straight toward Acro.

"NO!!" she exclaimed, fearing the worst.

Before she could say or do anything else, Acro was dragged down to the ground. Her heart sank at the thought of what would happen next, but to her surprise, the next attack was not from either of the two. In fact, it came from outside of their group entirely. Not-Sova was... protecting Acro. Of course, Dusk was relieved and shocked, but she still made room in her mind to question where the attack had come from, and so she looked down the hall for her answer. It seemed the eevee had a similar idea, looking toward the source almost in unison with her.

-Krikka-

Preferring to stay out of this group's conflicts and avoid any personal chores, Krikka simply stayed aside and allowed them all to handle each other in whatever ways they saw fit. On one end, her victim was being cared for, and the damned eevee had already figured out that something was ailing him. This annoyed her, but to make up for it, it seemed she was going to get a bit of entertainment in the form of two of the group's stronger members going at it. The glaceon seemed to be growing agitated and increasingly hostile, leading up to him suddenly giving up on talking altogether in favor of speaking through pain... or at least, this was what the sadistic umbreon had hoped.

It seemed there was a new foe, and the glaceon was simply helping his ally. It was disappointing that even in such an unstable and aggressive state of being, he still seemed to be at least slightly good at heart. For a moment, she wondered how she would half-ass an attempt to help in what was clearly going to be yet another fight, buuuut then she saw the destructive impact of the airborne energy blade. Upon reconsideration, she decided she wanted nothing to do with whatever beast had its sights set on her traveling companions. She looked outward into the void of walls and torches and squinted her eyes in an attempt to make out the figure slowly approaching. It was taking its time awfully calmly for someone who was challenging a relatively powerful group, and seemingly alone at that.

-???-

In the distance, a deep, male voice spoke, carried along through the echoes of the hall. "That was a warning shot. I have a certain... disdain toward fighting, so I would prefer you stand down."

The source of the voice: a lone medicham with a confident stride and a calm tone.

"Your auras are so... beautiful. So diverse and prominent... It almost makes me guilty for what happens next. But, so it must be: hand over everything you have and you may leave unharmed. In fact, I'll even see you out myself, as I understand you may have difficulties if left to fend for yourselves with no supplies."

He sounded bored or perhaps unwilling, as if the whole thing was just a chore that he wasn't particularly interested in.

Subject: Re: How to Lose Sat Jan 14, 2017 7:42 am

The response Acro had gotten, was nothing like anything he had expected. He was not sure what to expect from this situation, but that did not make it lose any impact upon him. The prehistoric bird was frozen to the spot as the eeveelution before him began to scold him and threaten him. His heart sank further, it almost felt as if it had shriveled up and disappeared at this point. All that was left was a void that so desperately wanted to be filled.

He had not thought that the request of the name would be selfish. He had not thought of anything the stranger before him had to say. He had not meant anything as an insult. The glaceon fell silent. Acro remained silent himself as he wished for the void to expand and simply swallow him whole. Suddenly, the glaceon shot straight towards him. Too surprised and lifeless to react, the glaceon had grasped his wing in his jaws and forced him to the ground as an attack just missed the both of them.

A voice spoke up from the distance.

'Please...not now...' Acro wanted to cry. He was not even disturbed about the glaceon's harsh treatment of his wing. It hurt, yes, but there was something more important to look after. The target of Sova's mission was staring them right in the face and demanding their items.

Acro's beat was shut. He wanted to say nothing, do nothing, only fight if the medicham threatened the others. Unfortunately, the stranger in Sova's head had a different plan as he was ordered to talk the medicham down. How was he supposed to do that? Why should he be the one? He was just going to mess everything up. He always messed everything up. He was literally good for absolutely nothing.

Still, it would only make things worse to disobey, would it not? He would try, but he was too confident in his own failure.

"L-Look, you don't have to do this," he spoke up to the medicham, a long gone stutter now beginning to return. He cringed at his own stutter, but he could not stop there, "Y-You could just come back to t-town with us a-and turn yourself in! Th-they go easier on the-those who want to sh-show reform, s-so you wouldn't have to fight e-ever again if y-you don't want..."

The medicham rejected the offer, once again it said to hand over the supplies and it would see to it that they would get out of here safely. It could tell that their group was not well, but it did not seem willing to fight.

Acro knew it was right. Everyone was beaten and worn down, Sova's Stranger was in terrible shape as well and he and Shara were probably the strongest. He had no faith at all that they would succeed. "W-We can't just give our supplies, though, we need them for the t-trip back to town!" he tried to convince the medicham. It was true, they would probably need everything they could get to go back.

While he had succeeded in the keeping of their supplies, the medicham still wanted their 'useless' items and trinkets. It seemed as if it had been impossible for Acro to feel even worse, but in his mind, he felt as if he had to do what was best for everyone.

He had to give up.

"...Okay." he lowered his eyes in defeat.

He had failed the stranger in Sova's head, he had opted to fail Sova's mission without his consent, he failed everyone that had gotten hurt, he failed Linus, and he had failed even himself. They had no choice but to accept the medicham's offer. At the very least, in a brighter outlook, they could all go back when they were healthier and take back their items, but Acro was no optimist.

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The lum berry had been fed to the practically dying Charmeleon. The properties of the strange product of some plan began to work their magic in fighting off the toxins that had coated his body. He would not awaken immediately, but his body unleashed a large sigh of relief as the poison was dispelled from his body. The charmeleon would need a bit more time to rest, but luckily he was no longer in danger of being killed by the toxic poison that had been spreading exponentially throughout his system without the others even being aware.

Subject: Re: How to Lose Sat Jan 14, 2017 10:43 am

-S.S.-

He was in bad shape and he knew it. Everyone else was in bad shape and he knew it. The foe was powerful and he knew it. S.S. was psychotic, unreasonable and borderline-suicidally manic, but he knew better than to take this chance if he didn't have to. The medicham seemed reluctant to fight, so he figured maybe they could get out of this situation without having to fight. "Bird... he doesn't want to fight. Talk him down. Now," he demanded of the archeops.
He was not one for diplomacy himself, and he knew this, so he wasn't even going to bother attempting to make peace with someone he already wanted to turn inside-out and use to paint the walls. Instead, he would have a goody-good guild member who probably had experience with diplomacy do the talking.

S.S. silently watched and listened as the two spoke.

The archeops started off by trying to get the obvious criminal to stand down and allow himself to be apprehended.

"Mmm... tempting as such an effortless way out may be, I'm going to have to decline, and your group seems to be in no shape to risk fighting me... or leaving without my help. But I'd prefer if it didn't come to that, so hand over everything you have with you and I will lead you to safety, as promised," the medicham stuck firmly with his original proposal.

Of course, Acro made the sensible argument that they needed their supplies for obvious reasons. S.S. agreed with this approach, though he wasn't sure how much his own approval meant in this situation.

However, this still wasn't good enough for the medicham. "Fine, look, I'm not walking away empty-handed, but I'd rather not be the death of anyone. So, you can keep your supplies; just give me your useless trinkets; valuables; that sort of thing. I'll still grant you safe passage. It's a good deal, and it looks to be in your best interest to take it."

The gears began to turn in S.S' mind.

Sure, this deal actually seemed pretty decent on the surface, and Acro seemed to think so as well. However, the glaceon had a different opinion. He stared silently down into the bag hanging down from his neck and slowly reached a paw into it. The medicham's attention focused on him, but he was paying no mind to it. He slowly lifted his paw back out of the bag with a simple necklace draped over it; the white stone adorning it was cracked and worn. He lifted the necklace to the same level as his head and stared into the stone for a moment before shifting his gaze to the medicham. "Like... this?"

"Exactly," came the medicham's response. He seemed somewhat happy, or perhaps just relieved.

S.S. was feeling very differently. "...No."

The bandit's slightly perkier demeanor faded. "My offer's not going any lower."

-Shara-

The eevee paid close attention to the scene as it unfolded. At first, she remained silent, knowing full-well that this was a member of the outlaw group she had enlisted help to apprehend. She had no intention of giving up any of her belongings, and she certainly had not come this far just to let her target go. At first, it seemed the archeops shared her sentiment, until he decided to give in and agree to the foe's terms. Even the psychotic glaceon - the last one she would have thought willing to give in to demands - seemed to be considering it. No one else was speaking, so she decided she would have to be the voice of reason.

"You all can't ACTUALLY BE SERIOUS! This is one of the outlaws we're here to apprehend, and I am not going to let him go, let alone GIVE HIM MY-" she began ranting, but was suddenly cut off by the glaceon.

-S.S.-

The eevee was speaking. Annoying. Before she could even finish her rambling, he decided to stop her mid-sentence: "Shut. Up."
He then took a deep breath and sighed before glancing over to the bird next to him. "Ah, well, you tried. It was a good show, too," he shrugged with a slight chuckle and a cheery smirk.
He then turned his attention back toward the medicham. His body was hurting just from these minor movements. He assumed it was all from the ribbon since wounds weren't really a problem to him, but oddly enough... much of the pain seemed to be emanating from his wounds. It was strange, to say the least, but he assumed this was simply part of the ribbon's illusory pain. He slowly lifted his paw over his head and allowed the necklace to slide down over his neck, into its rightful place.

He stared at the archeops. "Stay away and watch my back or I'll break your wings."

He sighed before raising his voice to show that he was now speaking to the medicham.

"You want this necklace?"

His gaze turned back toward the medicham and his body suddenly took on a demeanor almost like a puppet. "Come take it from my dead body."

"I'd rather not," came the medicham's simple response.

Without even a moment's hesitation, S.S. darted straight for the foe, his fur spiking up and freezing into needles as he approached. When he neared the medicham, he spun on his front paws and attempted to attack with his tail, only for the foe to simply step back and avoid the attack. The medicham's hands were behind his back as if to mock S.S. In response, he growled before lifting himself onto his front paws and cartwheeling forward in an attempt to slam his tail down on the enemy. Once more, the medicham simply stepped back to avoid the attack, but this time, the glaceon was prepared. Directly following the path of his tail, the disturbed air rapidly turned into a slice of freezing wind aimed straight at the cocky fighter.

Without so much as flinching or skipping a beat, the medicham simply stepped off to the side to avoid the slash of Blizzard wind. "Alright, so you're good at reading movements... but you'll wear out before I do," S.S. boasted.
As opposed to responding with some kind of witty banter, the medicham simply let out a loud whistle. It... didn't really seem to do anything, but what the fox didn't realize was that it was a signal. No sooner than the whistle had started, S.S. was back to swiping away with his tail, now picking up the pace and darting around the medicham in a futile attempt to land even a single blow. Every single attempt all yielded the same result; the initial hit was avoided by the medicham with ease while the gust of wind was avoided with accuracy bordering on premonition. He knew he couldn't keep it up very long before his limited energy would begin to dwindle from overusing Blizzard.

If he were alone, he would have been able to make a REAL blizzard. If the medicham had some way to dodge that, THEN he would be impressed, but he sadly couldn't use such a... dangerous attack in this situation. As he continued to attack, the medicham seemed to be simply relaxing himself between dodges; he was stretching out and... massaging himself? This was even more disgraceful than what he'd previously been doing. Having had enough, S.S. spun around and whipped up the largest gust of wind he could muster in the direction of the medicham, who simply leaped over the freezing air with astounding height. This was just what S.S. wanted; as the psychic-type fell, a black orb or energy formed and fired from in front of the glaceon. Being airborne, the medicham had no way of avoiding this attack. The resulting explosion entirely engulfed the enemy, with some of the smoke even following him down to the ground and continuing to shroud him from view.

S.S. dove into the dissipating smoke and attempted once more to slam his mace-like tail into the frail medicham, ignoring a distinct white glow emanating from within. He knew the species was weak, and that he just needed to get a few hard hits in to end it.

...His tail did indeed make contact, but it was not at all as he'd expected it to be. The ice coating his tail suddenly shattered against what felt like a wall. As the smoke faded enough for visibility of the area to return, he saw that his tail had collided with a green, circular disc of energy that seemed to be attached to the medicham's hand. But what was more intriguing was that the medicham now looked almost entirely different, almost as if he'd... evolved.

"I'll admit it... You're clearly strong. Incapacitating you would be a risk. I suppose I have no choice but to kill you," the medicham stated.

-Dusk-

The umbreon was hesitant at the thought of giving up her belongings, but in truth, she didn't really have much with her in the first place, so it didn't seem like too big a deal. She felt a burning desire deep inside her to tell the crook to screw himself, but she held her tongue knowing everyone was in bad shape. She didn't want to risk the lives of the entire group, including her own, just because-

Well apparently Edgelord Jones wanted to do exactly that. Dusk sighed and almost immediately ran over to the archeops the second Mr. Psychopath engaged the fight. All she knew for certain was that she wanted to be near Acro in any fights, partly because she liked working with him and partly because he seemed like he needed someone watching his back... even if she wasn't strong enough to keep up with him. "Stay away. The way Sova fights, you'll get hurt if you go near him, and this... thing... whatever he is, he's even worse about it," she looked to the bird for a response, failing to pay close attention to the fight.

-Krikka-

Despite her yellow counterpart, this umbreon was in no hurry to join the others and prepare to fight. She really just wanted to stay out of it and try to make nice with whoever won. However, she supposed it was in her best interest to at least pretend to want to help the group she was with, especially since she figured she'd have an easier time joining the criminal if he happened to win since he seemed pretty chill. She simply stayed back against the wall, away from all the commotion as she watched the situation escalate into a fight. She expected it to be a bit more... even, but the glaceon seemed to be getting schooled. The medicham wasn't even fighting back, yet he was still making the fight look like child's play. It seemed the glaceon finally managed to get him in a position where he couldn't dodge, only for the smoke to clear and reveal that he had taken on a different form and simply blocked the attacks.

This guy knew what he was doing. Krikka began to feel a bit of concern for her own well-being. Could the medicham win? And if so... would he be so merciful after having to go through such a battle? Was she in trouble? Suddenly, Krikka's outlook began to change. She lifted herself off the wall and began to slowly approach the eevee who was still tending to the victim of mysterious poisoning. For the time-being, she wanted to be near someone she knew could fight... just in case.

Subject: Re: How to Lose Mon Jan 16, 2017 4:26 pm

The eevee's raising of her voice may as well been another stab to his esteem. He had chosen wrong, hadn't he? Yet another failure to tack onto his list in this one single day of his life. He had been encouraged to say something and he had fucked it up and earned the disapproval of another guild member.

Acro wanted to cry as the frustration began to rise, unfortunately, there was no time for that. While he was confident in his own failure to help, he could at least try to make sure nobody died because of his inaction. S.S. Did not need to threaten Acro to get him to help. The archeops was unable to do anything as the glaceon moved much too quickly for him to dare get in the battle against the medicham.

Dusk was correct, he would have been ruined in a matter of seconds. He simply nodded in understanding but remained silent. He didn't trust himself to speak anymore at that moment. Fortunately, or rather unfortunately for the group, the medicham gave him and Dusk something to do as it gave a whistle to call out for help.

Just in time, a sableye seemed to cartwheel out of the hole the guardian of the ruins had made earlier. He stopped before lifting his claws into the air as if to say "Ta-Da!" before giving a maniacal laugh that sounded way too happy about being here. Behind the sableye, three large dragons known as Druddigon approached.

The sableye looked in the direction of the Medicham before giving a snicker. Time to go help!

Well, if Acro would let him. The sableye had begun to scamper towards the medicham whether the fighting type had wanted the help or not, but Acro had intercepted. The druddigons seemed to wait, shifting their gaze from Dusk, the Sableye, Shara, Krikka, and the Medicham as if wondering who they should target.

The sableye stopped just short of being smashed into the ground with an Iron Tail of a much larger pokemon.

The sableye shot a glare in the archeop's direction as the bird quickly turned to sweep his tail into the pest and swat him back out the hole he had once come from. The sableye jumped over the tail with a hiss as he landed on his palms and pushed himself away from the wrath of the Iron Tail.

The sableye got a good look at his opponent before it seemed to burst out in a laughter that echoed through the caverns, "WELL, SOMEONE'S HAPPY TO SEE ME! BWAHAHA" the sableye taunted the archeops for the dark frown upon the archeops's expression. The creature's nose was nasily and loud, generally annoying and assaulted the ears like nails on a chalkboard.

Acro was not at all happy, that much was obvious. The Archeops wasted no time as duplicates of himself began to surround the Sableye. The sableye turned from copy to copy, a finger reached up to scratch the side of its head while the other seemed to toy with a strange orb that acted as a necklace, "HMM..." he snapped his fingers as a wide toothy grin crossed his expression, "I CAN DO THAT TOO!"

The appearance of the sableye began to change slightly as multiple of the little critters began to appear, each one faced each Archeops. The copies' laughter seemed to intensify as the battle of the clones began. The avian creature and the gremlin sought after each other as they swiped through the copies one by one. However, there was something a bit odd about the Sableye's movements.

"OKAY, I'M DONE PLAYING WITH YOU NOW," the sableye spoke as the archeops attempted to smash his talons into a copy. He was careful not to be thrown off by the Sableye's strange words, but he completely missed the sableye directly behind him as it jumped onto his back and began to scratch away. The archeops gave a cry as he attempted to shake off the dark type. It refused to let go, instead, it had dug its claws into his feathers and latched on.

"WOO HOO! MEDICHAM I'VE GOT ME A NEW PONY-GACK!" the sableye's cry was cut short as the Archeops slammed his back into the cave wall. The sableye was forced to release Acro, but the fossil pokemon did not allow the sableye time to hide behind his copies once more. He instead twisted his body once more and landed another Iron Tail onto the sableye before he disappeared into his own copies once more. The number of the Archeops's copies seemed to double as he kept a close eye on the sableye that struggled up.

"THAT HURT!" it growled. When it noticed the increasing number of the archeops in their small side of the area, it merely smirked, "HEHEHE, YOU HONESTLY THINK THAT'LL WORK STILL?" The sableye disappeared from the spot as the two pokemon continued to utilize the move to their advantage. However, just like last time, the Sableye had found the Archeops with ease once more.

The sableye decided to tease the archeops this time around, giving small pokes and prods at the real archeops as if to let Acro know that he COULD have attacked. What the hell? How was he finding him so easily?

"IT SURE IS GREAT THAT I'M CAPABLE OF KEEPING A KEEN EYE ON THINGS! NYEHEHEHEHE!" The sableye took the time to joke around. The sableye seemed to find this a bit too amusing, as it had stopped to deal with its own laughter. The archeops took on a glow as boulders from the wreckage of the tunnel began to float around the archeops. If he couldn't find the real Sableye, then he would just have to hit as many of them as he could at once. The Ancient Power rained down upon the copies of the sableyes, though there were not enough to cover them all. Luckily, he managed to hit the real one.

The sableye did not disappear as the boulder collided with him, Acro was already ready for this and launched himself forward. It sure was a good thing that the Archeops line was good with the ground as well as the air, seeing as it was difficult to simply fly in such a crowded space. The steelix had been hard, but it was also easier to hit.

The archeops's tail smashed down onto the sableye once more as it let loose another pained cough. The sableye struggled to get up, a strange light showering it as it attempted to recover its own health. It let loose a low growl as the gemstones seemed to glare at the Archeops, "I'M GETTIN' AWFULLY TIRED OF YOU HURTIN' ME!" The Sableye reached up to the small orb around its neck. The sableye took on an even brighter glow as its form began to shift. The red ruby on its chest suddenly popped out as it grew in size. The sableye caught the ruby as it fell back on him.

"THERE WE GO NYEHEHE!" he spoke as his now ruby eyes looked to the Archeops's direction...to find that he could no longer tell which Acro was the real one. The Sableye frowned, "...FUCK."

---

His strength was ever so slowly returning to him. He finally opened an eye to see his favorite person in the world treating him. Great! He had no idea what was happening, but he could hear fighting. His eyes widened as he finally registered the sound of combat. Why wasn't he woken up? Why was he even that out of it in the first place?

He attempted to give a snarl in warning for the eevee to back off, but it sounded less intimidating and more like he should really get a drink of water as he croaked more akin to a frog. He forced himself up quickly, though a bit too quickly as the room suddenly and an arm failed to muster the strength to push himself up.

A string of swears hissed through his teeth as he forced himself up onto two legs once more. The fire on his tail blazed harshly as he prepared himself to join the fray even in his weak and rather pathetic state. Lucky for him, his ability revolved around being stronger in a weaker state, he simply had to aim a bit more carefully.

Yep.

He was alive.

Subject: Re: How to Lose Tue Jan 17, 2017 4:40 am

-S.S.-

Whatever was happening to the other was of no concern. S.S. was entirely focused on the newly mega-evolved medicham in front of him, his tail pressed against the energy shield the medicham had thrown up. He pulled himself back on his front paws and quickly fired another Shadow Ball toward the medicham, only to have its forcefield go down as it simply stepped to the side to avoid the attack. How was he avoiding every attack so effortlessly? S.S. was beginning to lose his temper, but he knew it was in his best interest to keep a level head in such a risky situation. Once more, the medicham began to press his hands against himself as if he were simply massaging himself in the middle of a battle, this time specifically pressing against his knees.

S.S. growled for only a moment before the medicham suddenly darted toward him at a surprisingly high speed. At this point, he had figured out what all the odd acupressure was for... He cartwheeled back as the fur around his tail re-froze, attempting to use his tail's armor to block the medicham's punch. However, to his surprise, blue-glowing claws suddenly formed in front of the medicham's hand, cutting through the armor and into the glaceon's tail. A sudden jolt of pain through his body caused him to fall to the ground, sliding back a few feet along the floor as he was carried along by his own momentum. He could feel the fresh wounds on his tail...

...He couldn't tune the pain out anymore. The ribbon had taken his greatest strength from him.

As S.S. made a shaky attempt to get back up, the medicham's claws were already upon him, this time slashing across his face as he stumbled back in an attempt to get out of range. The bleeding wounds burned and made him want to shut his eyes, all while every movement felt increasingly more painful due to the ribbon. He spun around and whipped up a freezing gust of wind toward the medicham, who simply leaped over it with ease and attempted to slam one of his claw-adorned fists down on the glaceon as he landed. S.S. stumbled away just in time to avoid this blow, but before he could even regain his footing, the medicham was already striking him again.

This time, the medicham's claws came at his chest in an uppercut, forcing him to lift himself unsteadily onto his back legs to avoid the blow. The next strike came at his shoulder from the medicham's other arm, and this time, he couldn't avoid the hit. The piercing pain made his leg recoil toward his body while he fell toward the ground, but before he could even hit the floor, the foe dealt an open-palmed strike to his opposite side, breaking through his armor and sending a mix of shock and pain through his body while simultaneously lifting him into the air helplessly. He couldn't attempt to move or counterattack, simply forced to watch as the medicham lifted and pulled back a leg, taking his time in preparation for a forceful kick.

When the medicham's foot slammed into his belly, S.S. lost his breath and a good portion of his armor on top of the handicaps he'd already received. The force of the impact sent him flying into a wall, the impact sending cracks outward in a spiderweb pattern. By this point, his eyes were shut from the immense pain circulating throughout his body. That alone was enough to cripple him, but his body was currently lacking in oxygen and paralyzed from the earlier shockwave from the medicham's palm, so he felt entirely incapable of moving. Despite this, he could still hear the medicham approaching him, and he figured the next strike would be straight for his head since he was incapacitated. As he drifted down toward the ground, his consciousness slowly began to slip away. He wasn't really one for losing hope, but with the ribbon crippling him, there was just no way he could win this fight.

Time seemed to slow down a bit from his perspective as thoughts surged through his mind. Why had Sova insisted on acquiring such a horrendous item? How was this thing possibly better than a joy ribbon? Was his necklace really worth his own life? It wasn't even really his necklace... It was always Sova's... but he cared about it nonetheless. But the most prominent question in his mind was simple: how? How was the medicham able to simply read all of his movements perfectly, even when he was doing his best to focus and strategize? Sure, he knew strategy and rational thinking were more Sova's specialty, but still, he'd expected more than the foe just reading his mind.

...

"Oh..." he muttered to himself as a manic smirk forced its way through the pain and onto his face.
His eyes suddenly shot open and his head tilted to stare directly into the medicham's eyes. They were mere feet apart. The glaceon's body suddenly flared up with red markings that pulsed outward from the ribbon, perfectly in-sync with the reddish-purple orb forming in front of him. In a mere fraction of a second, the shadowy orb was sent flying at the medicham too fast for him to react to. He seemed to be caught entirely off-guard by the attack and blown off his feet before he could avoid it or even throw up a forcefield to protect himself. As he rolled to a stop on the ground, S.S. fell limply in a way that appeared almost... contorted. He then lifted himself back up to his paws in a very unnatural manner, letting out a manic giggle.

RIP Medicham:

"And here I was believing I needed to think to beat you. Oh, but planning and strategy... really aren't my style anyway... heheh..." he spoke in his usual eerie tone; a sign that the rare, stable state he'd been in was no more.

The medicham lifted himself back to his feet with his calm, dull demeanor still in tact. "Hm?" he questioned as he pressed his fingers against his shoulders to release the restraining tension in them.

S.S. tilted his head as another reddish ball of energy formed in front of him and shot straight toward the medicham, who simply raised up a half-dome of green energy in front of him to block the blast. The smoke, which was colored similarly to the attack itself, simply spread outward around the barrier. He then vanished from his place as he traveled at a nigh-invisible speed toward the side of the medicham, his fur all freezing over in the split second of travel time. He spun around and attempted to slam his tail into the foe's back, where the dome wasn't reaching. The medicham barely managed to spread the energy barrier just in time to protect himself against the attack, and now he seemed very concerned.

"Starting to get it?" the glaceon questioned as the smoke cleared to reveal his manic grin and wide eyes to the medicham.

The monk-like Pokemon tried to keep his zen intact while he responded: "...You aren't even thinking about your attacks until just before you perform them. How can you possibly fight like this?"

S.S. let out an almost... strained maniacal chuckle. "It's what I was born to do. You can read my mind all you want, but all it's gonna tell you is I'm going to KILL YOU!"
The glaceon's tone rose practically to a scream toward the end, followed by an insane cackle, showing just how far gone he was; he no longer had the sensibility to care about trying to act sane. His mind was too clouded for him to care about any of that, nor about the immense pain and stress his body was enduring. Maybe he would die, but it would be worth it! All he could think about was tearing this annoying, condescending medicham limb from limb.

He swayed side-to-side as his laughter quieted, before suddenly vanishing from the medicham's sight once more. The mind-reading psychic-type had no way to keep track of him since he wasn't thinking his moves through in advance and thus, could only see glimpses of him around the outside of the forcefield as he flashed by and swatted at it with his tail. It would give out soon; cracks were already beginning to form.

-Shara-

Shara stayed close to the injured lizard and simply watched the fight from afar, annoyed that she couldn't help without leaving him alone and vulnerable. Still, she knew that Acro and Sova - or whoever - were strong enough to take care of themselves, and they would both surely agree with her decision to protect the most vulnerable member of the group instead of attempting to help them. However, her thought process began to change slightly when she saw the medicham use the mega stone she knew he had with him and begin to actually fight back. The glaceon seemed to stand no chance, and she could only imagine that he wouldn't last much longer. She glanced down to the charmeleon to see that he was waking up... and growling at her. Maybe she could go help after all.

"Yeah, nice to see you too, now sit down. You're in no shape to fight right now, and you're liable just to get in their way if you-" she stopped herself when a beheeyem suddenly appeared behind the charmeleon.
"Look out!" she exclaimed, a purple orb of shadowy energy forming in front of her.
Before she could fire the attack, however, she felt a sudden force in the back of her head... She could feel herself zoning out, the ball of ghostly energy beginning to dissipate. Another beheeyem had teleported in, this one behind her, and it had a psychic hold on her mind. Her jaw dropped open and her eyes stared blankly at nothing in specific... then her gaze became fixed on the charmeleon. The Shadow Ball began to reform as the beheeyem compelled the eevee to attack her ally, with its partner attacking the lizard as well.

Almost as soon as it began, one of the group's umbreon broke the beheeyem's concentration by firing a pulse of dark energy at it. The attack not only interrupted the mind control, but it also made the beheeyem recoil and shudder from the dark aura of the attack. Now free from the hold, Shara immediately spun around and sent the Shadow Ball straight into the beheeyem's face, knocking it to the ground.

-Krikka-

Concern flooded Krikka's mind as she approached the eevee, but she kept a calm demeanor. Surely, everything would be fine. More foes showed up which concerned her even further; she tried to keep a positive outlook, but positivity wasn't one of her strong points. It seemed the charmeleon was up too... great. She wondered if he would figure out that she was the reason for his condition, but she figured he was just a generic idiot and brute; too stupid to figure it out. She stopped walking when two more enemies suddenly warped in behind the charmeleon and eevee, respectively. This made her very hesitant about continuing; she was fine sticking with the group for protection, but she wanted to avoid fighting so she could still say she'd been kidnapped or just using them or something if the other side won.

Well, she needed to decide immediately whether or not she was going to help. If she did, she would have worse odds with the outlaw group if they ended up winning... but if she didn't, she would still have pretty bad odds with them, and on top of that, she'd have worse odds with the explorer group as well. She decided to help the eevee, partly because she wanted the stronger one to be able to fight and partly because she was hoping the charmeleon would just be killed if she didn't help him. As one of the two psychic-types fiddled with the little furball's brain, Krikka closed her eyes and allowed herself to be overcome with her innermost feeling: negativity. When her eyes opened once more, a shockwave of black energy went flying toward the beheeyem, hitting it dead-on due to it being preoccupied.

-Dusk-

Slowly but surely, the fight enveloped everyone. Dusk knew she couldn't help Sova's evil twin or whoever he was; she would just get hurt if she tried to get in between two fighters who outmatched her to such an extreme degree. She watched as the archeops left to intercept one of the newcomers and stop it from assisting the medicham. At first, she considered helping him, but within moments of watching the two fight, it was clear to her that she'd be of no help there either. She began to lose morale as she slowly realized how useless she was in this fight. Then she remembered that there were others in the group, perhaps whom she could assist without getting in the way.

The umbreon turned her attention to the others to see that they had been assaulted by attackers as well. She knew the eevee and charmeleon were both stronger than her, but the prior was having difficulties while the latter was surely still weak, so perhaps she could be of help to them! With her mind made up, she rushed toward the the two to assist... or she would have. However, she merely took a step forward before witnessing the other umbreon's attack on one of the beheeyem. To her, it looked rather impressive. "Was that... a Dark Pulse?" she muttered to herself in disbelief at how much more powerful and effective it looked than her own Dark Pulse, which she'd already gotten rid of due to being very poor with using it. Her mind then fell back into its negative state as she decided she would just get in their way as well.

She was the weakest member of the group. EVERYONE seemed to be so far ahead of her, even the one who was the same species as her. She knew this now. She hanged her head, her ears flattening as she embraced her uselessness. She was in the middle of a battlefield doing nothing, just having a pity party. Even Acro was making himself useful despite his depressing situation, but nope, not her! Then she just happened to catch the group of dragons out of her peripheral vision. They had not yet decided who to go after, and it seemed like everyone was already having enough trouble without any more interference. She didn't need the cloak to push her toward this.

Dusk took a deep breath and sighed as she picked herself up and began a confident march toward the three druddigon. "Tch... Whatever, I'm already cursed," she muttered bitterly as a ghostly purple aura rose up around her from her paws.
She glared at the dragons, though she didn't really have anything against them personally. She was just extremely upset over her lack of use toward the rest of the group. The funny part was that she wasn't even confident that she could beat ONE of the druddigon, let alone all three of them, but that was how badly she wanted to be of some use.

She didn't need to win... she just needed to stay standing long enough to stall them out for the others to win their fights uninterrupted. If they didn't win, then... well, she'd probably die. She was sacrificing her speed to empower her body, so she wouldn't even have any hope of running. Not like she planned to anyway.

Subject: Re: How to Lose Fri Jan 20, 2017 7:19 pm

Iron collided with ruby as the mega evolution only served to hinder the sableye. It could no longer move as quickly as it used to and the duplicates the archeops had built up began to become a problem. The sableye seemed to be quite quick at putting the shield up. The archeops noticed that he had been making little progress as the sableye continued to simply heal itself whenever it received damage. The giant ruby shield was just as much of a problem as his own evasive maneuvers.

A frustrated growl rumbled in his throat. He was being useless again. All he was doing was delaying the inevitable at this rate. He had been in the process of expending plenty of energy while the sableye simply sat there and tanked the attacks as if he had just flicked pebbles at him. The archeops suddenly stopped his onslaught of attacks to hide amongst the copies. He needed to lure the sableye away from the wall, that way he could attack from behind. Then again, it seemed as if the sableye could not possibly seem as if he had a good grip on the gem. Could he forcibly remove the shield?

"YOU DONE?" the sableye spoke as it poked its head out from behind the ruby. A sinister cackle escaped the sableye before it declared, "MY TURN!" The sableye wrapped its grubby little fingers around the gem. Acro's eyes widened in surprise as the gem was suddenly lifted from the ground. It could carry that thing?!

A duplicate of the archeops watched in shock as the large gem smashed down onto the copy. The fake disappeared as the gem fell towards the ground as it sent up a cloud of dust. The sableye lifted it once more, "I'LL JUST SQUASH EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YA UNTIL I FIND YA!" it cackled.

Luckily, Acro was not stupid enough to sit there and watch while the sableye began to move again. The little ghost type showed a surprising amount of strength. It was easy to dodge the moving gem, but it looked as if it would hurt quite a lot to be struck by the large gem. Luckily, Acro managed to get behind the Sableye as it smashed a copy. The Iron Tail slammed into the little creature and forced it to let go of its precious shield. The Sableye doubled over, but seemed to latch onto Acro's tail, "GOTCHYA BITCH!" the sableye sneered. The Archeops could not react quickly enough as the sableye's claws became coated in a thick icy coat. The sableye attacked the archeops with Ice Punch.

Acro screeched and freed himself before his entire body could be covered in the frozen substance that seemed to begin to spread from the sableye to his own. Part of his chest had been frozen, but it was nothing that would stop him from moving as quickly. This seemed to upset the Sableye as the two seemed to be stuck in a rather long and tedious battle.

The sableye shouted over to Medicham as it reached its gem once more, "EY! MEDI! GIMME SOME O DAT GOOD STUFF! THIS IS TAKIN TOO LONG! DON'T CARE WHICH EITHER'LL DO"

---

Enemies had appeared. Things were happening. He couldn't tell what the hell was going on and his head was still hazy. He gave a blind snarl despite what he heard from Shara, no way he was just going to sit here and do nothing while they were being attacked! He had determined that he was just going to point at any unfamiliar face he didn't like the look of and shoot...peppy umbreons discluded.

He could feel something probing his mind. He could also hear something moving behind him. The body of the charmeleon twisted around as he launched himself at whatever the hell was behind him. He had no idea what he was even attacking as the light on his tail blazed with the energy of the ability that had activated. Light of a purple hue began to overtake him as his snarls grew louder and more ferocious.

He bit and scratched at the psychic type as it struggled to get the charmeleon on its face off. Garnet began to feel ill again as the Beeheyem flailed at him and attempted to throw him aside. The beeheyem attempted to teleport away from the lizard, but only ended up teleporting him along with it. The blind panic the beeheyem had undergone completely blinded the obvious answer of using psychic energy to blast him off, as instead, it had wanted to teleport away from the danger.

The fight between the charmeleon and the beeheyem quickly began to go from area to area within the tunnel around the other fights, a blast of fire being sent out occasionally as Garnet's attempts to blast it down with a Fire Blast failed due to interruption on the Beeheyem's part.

Unfortunately, on Garnet's part, the Beeyehem finally collected enough common sense to simply force the charmeleon to the floor with a quick burst of psychic energy. The charmeleon was motionless on the ground for a brief moment, before he mustered together the strength to stand once more.

"You're gonna have to kill me to get rid of me," he snarled as he attempted to latch onto the beeheyem once more. Unfortunately, the beeheyem simply moved out of the way this time around as he expected the movement of the Charmeleon's part.

This was not going to be easy.

Sableye Revealed Moves: Snatch, Recover, Double Edge, Ice Punch, Role Play(wants to use it on Medicham)
Notes; Sableye is asking for either Pure Power or an Accupressure boost

Subject: Re: How to Lose Sat Jan 21, 2017 5:43 pm

-S.S.-

The barrier's strength was whittled down, cracks surging through it until it finally gave out and shattered into shards of solid energy and faded into nothing. The medicham instantly jumped back, expecting an attack, but S.S. simply stopped dead in his tracks and stared toward him with wide eyes and an insane smile. His head slowly tilted to the left as his expression turned almost inanimately neutral, all except for the characteristically wide eyes to indicate his insanity. The typically large pupils of the glaceon were shrunken in contrast with the widened eyes, making for quite the manic, unnatural stare.

"Now, what was it you said earlier? Right... I suppose I have no choice but to kill you."

There was a moment of silence as the two simply stared into each other's eyes before the glaceon suddenly bolted forward, seemingly catching the medicham off-guard as he stumbled back to avoid the attack. But this time, without his tricks to save him, he was unable to see the follow-up attack coming and was blown to the ground by a freezing gust of wind. Before the medicham could recover and get back to his feet, S.S. was already upon him, slamming his tail into the foe's head and knocking it against the floor. He then bit onto the medicham's arm and spun around, tossing him into the air while simultaneously starting up a blizzard whirlwind and pushing the medicham further upward. The pink-and-gray body of the cheatsy psychic began to take on a blue hue from repeated exposure to the freezing winds.

A green-tinted dome began to form around the medicham once more as he attempted to protect himself from the attack, but his ability to throw up barriers was still exhausted and the winds were continuously beating away at it, causing pieces of it to disappear just as fast as he could repair them. S.S. took this opportunity to switch his focus to a different attack, forming a reddish-purple orb of shadowy energy above him as he glared upward, then firing it straight toward the medicham. The Shadow Ball tore through the pathetic excuse for a shield like paper before colliding with the medicham in a large explosion that dispersed most of the cold wind. A shape broke through the dark haze as it fell toward the ground with an audible thud. However, the medicham had astoundingly landed on its feet, clearly worn from the battering it'd just gone through, but not yet broken.

Then, without the slightest bit of motion, the medicham's body began to glow - albeit more faintly than with the mega evolution - before his posture returned to a reflection of energy and health. The scrapes and pale, cold color to his skin were nowhere to be found. He took in a deep breath and sighed: "You're a chore."

Immediately, S.S. rushed toward the medicham once more, and it seemed the foe was prepared this time. However, at the last second, a rather... annoying voice rang out, causing the medicham to suddenly and abruptly put up a barrier. It was weak, but the glaceon had not expected it, so he simply slammed awkwardly into it before stumbling away. S.S. growled as he regained his posture.

"One moment," the medicham raised a finger to gesture toward his opponent and show that he was asking for a time-out.

S.S. was confused and surprised enough to sit idly by for the moment.

The medicham took in a deep breath before shouting out "SHUT UP, YOU IDIOT. I CAN'T JUST MAGICALLY GIVE YOU ACUPRESSURE IN THE MIDDLE OF A FIGHT, I- WE'VE BEEN OVER THIS! JUST... TAKE MY ABILITY! WHY DO YOU EVEN NEED MY PERMISSION? IT'S NOT LIKE IT AFFECTS ME!"
He held clear disdain toward the sableye whom he viewed as a complete idiot. At this point, the glaceon had decided to continue his assault, darting around to the side before firing yet another Shadow Ball, but the barrier simply moved to block the attack, shattering in the process. Again and again, he attacked with Shadow Balls, barriers being put up to block them every time while the medicham focused on his conversation.

"If you want someone else's power, look at the archeops you're fighting, you imbecile! He's-" the medicham's rant was cut short as the glaceon suddenly rushed toward him and burst straight through a flimsy barrier, forcing him to have to physically move to avoid the attack.
He'd been trying to tell his ally to simply steal the archeops' Double Team away, but he was no longer in a place to focus on others. "Sit," he began, lifting his arm up as the glaceon rushed at him once more.
He then slammed his palm down on the fox's back and forced him into the floor, sending a shockwave through his body that shattered his armor and paralyzed him. "Down."

The medicham then picked the glaceon up by his tail and tossed him away, into a wall and out of immediate reach. Then, once he was in a good position to do so, he began pressing his fingers against his body once more, administering acupressure to relieve tension and restriction on the flow of energy through his body. He put pressure on his temples, chest and knees in the time it took the glaceon to finally get back up, allowing his body to become more resilient to all kinds of damage on top of increasing his speed. S.S. rushed straight toward him once more, only to have a foot shoved into his chest just as he neared the medicham, taking his breath away. But the medicham didn't stop there; he lifted the glaceon into the air on his foot, then spun around and kicked him even higher up with the other foot. The medicham then leaped into the air with yet another spin before kicking the fox into the ground with enough force to - once more - create a web of cracks in the hard surface.

S.S. could hardly move after the extreme harm he'd endured, and with no ability to heal himself, he was at an extreme disadvantage. He was amazed that the medicham could still keep up so well even without the ability to foresee his actions. The only thing he could muster up was a growl as the foe kicked him in the underbelly while he was down, sending him flying and skipping across the ground. Once more, time seemed to slow down and his focus increased dramatically. The pain was almost numb to him for just a moment, and his lack of breath no longer inhibited his movements. He could hear the medicham approaching. Was this, perhaps, the benefit of the ribbon? It was interfering with his ability to suppress pain on top of inducing its own special brand of agony, but... he could tell he was stronger in virtually every way. Perhaps it was something he could grow accustomed to.

The glaceon skipped limply across the ground as the medicham approached him, but the second the enemy threw his fist forward along with the blade-like claws of energy, S.S' legs suddenly reached down to touch the ground and stop himself and pull him as low as he could go. This resulted in the medicham not only missing, but also tripping over him as he grabbed onto an exposed leg. S.S. slammed the opponent into the ground to his left, then to his right, before finally tossing the rag-doll as high as he could into the air.

S.S. stared up for a moment before slowly opening his maw, a vibrant light emanating from within. The light was white at first, but quickly turned red to reflect the energy of his aura that the medicham had previously been so interested in. The medicham seemed to understand what was about to happen as he began to create numerous barriers spanning outward in front of him, but when the beam of light erupted from the glaceon's mouth, it shattered every protective forcefield and enveloped the weakened foe in its devastating light. The light continued for what seemed like an eternity for both S.S. and the medicham, and when it finally ended, the latter fell to the ground in a heap, this time not landing so elegantly.

Despite having little energy to spare, the medicham continued to persist, pulling himself back up to his feet as his body began to glow yet again.

"Oh, you're fun."

-Dusk-

The druddigon didn't notice her until she drew nearly within attacking range of them. Dusk wondered to herself, was she really so underwhelming? The fact that she was apparently so unimportant that the dragons were paying no mind to her until she was right in their faces enraged her to an extent she'd only ever felt once before. The cloak's parasitic connection to her mind began to take advantage of her negative emotions and completely take over her mind, replacing her desire to help with something more... simple.

Now she just wanted blood.

Her speed continuously slowing as the aura around her grew ever-darker, Krikka simply stopped as one of the druddigon attempted to swipe at her with its claws, narrowly avoiding the attack that'd been placed slightly ahead of her to account for her movement. She began to see red as she stared at the outstretched arm of the druddigon. Without any active thought on her part, her body lunged forward and bit onto the arm. The druddigon seemed too surprised at the turn of events to fight back as she pulled it to the ground in front of her. However, its scaly skin was too hard for to bite through... which simply made the bloodlust seep deeper into her being. She raised her front paws before slamming them down on the back of the druddigon as hard as she could, aiming only to make it bleed. She received a grunt from the unconscious foe, but upon seeing no blood, she raised her paws slammed them down upon the creature once more. Again, no blood, so she repeated the process yet again...

...Before she could assault the downed enemy yet again, she was smacked away by the metal-like tail of one of the other druddigon, right into the arms of the third. Her struggles to escape were to no avail; she could hear her joints cracking as the druddigon's arms increasingly tightened around her in a demonstration of Superpower. She felt like her body was going to be crushed. She resisted the urge to shout out in pain, still holding onto some faint trace of the desire not to burden her friends. Instead, she put all of her focus toward trying to pus hagainst the druddigon's arms and mitigate the damage to her body as much as possible. She could hear her bones cracking under the pressure, and she was certain something was going to break if she didn't do anything.

As if this kind of thing were simply in her nature, Dusk's mouth suddenly latched onto one of the druddigon's arms, continuously pressing down harder and harder until it finally pulled away in pain with a grunt. At this point, Dusk was able to push herself away from the dragon's other arm and and fall freely to the ground... but her mind was set elsewhere. Instead, she latched her maw onto the other arm, still with the desire to draw blood overwhelming her mind. The druddigon attempted and failed to shake her off, and before long, she heard the crack of its armor-like skin giving way. Just as she was sure that she was going to get her wish, a sudden glow similar to moonlight appeared directly over her. From above and through a ring of vibrant energy came what appeared to be a meteor. It crashed down upon Dusk, just narrowly missing the druddigon's arm and forcing her to let go of it. Her breath was taken away and she could feel her body being crushed beneath the structure before it crumbled apart, leaving her in a pile of rubble.

"So it was that easy?" she thought to herself.

She could hear the druddigon's footsteps... They were walking away, deciding this battle was done and she wasn't worth finishing.

"That's all I'm worth? I didn't even last a minute..."

Her true nature had risen to the surface once more, but only to wallow in negative emotions, which resulted in the cloak quickly taking over yet again. Bloodlust filling her soul and becoming her only desire, her body arose from the ground and she stared blankly at the ugly dragons.

"Hey,"

She'd gotten their attention.

"Before you all go to help your friends... I'm not sure why I'm so interested, but I need to know..."

The continuous purple aura around her body suddenly turned pitch black.

"What's your blood look like?"

-Shara-

The eevee didn't let up on the beheeyem, leaping onto it in a spinning motion as her tail took on a metallic structure and slammed into its head. It didn't seem intent on getting back up at that very moment. Shara decided to take a moment to get a grip on the situation, paying attention primarily to the charmeleon who was being warped all over the place by the other beheeyem. It seemed pretty clear that he needed help, and she presumed her own designated foe was already too weakened to cause too much damage on its own. She figured she needed to help the lizard, even if she wasn't a big fan of him on a personal level, and since the umbreon who'd helped her seemed to be in much better shape...

"You handle this one. I'll go help him with the other one," she directed.
She'd been hoping that she would have no backtalk, but the umbreon seemed to be opposed to taking on an opponent alone. "You're a dark-type. You'll be fine," she insisted before running off in the direction of the fire-type to assist him before his flame went out permanently. It seemed the beheeyem had finally stopped teleporting both of them around, which helped considerably in her pursuit. with the two now being relatively still in order to face each other down, it was easy to aim, and Shara fired a Shadow Ball in the direction of the beheeyem without hesitation. At the same time, she was rushing as quickly as she could toward the foe so she could take its attention and prevent the charmeleon from being harmed any further.

-Krikka-

Krikka felt quite proud of herself after her attack seemed to have a significant effect on the brainwasher, stunning it long enough for the eevee to follow the attack up and take the foe down. A bit of hope was restored in her mind that the group she'd thrown in with would win, but this feeling quickly replaced with dread upon the eevee's command. She was told to... fight the beheeyem... alone. She really didn't want to fight any member of this outlaw group alone, especially after seeing how powerful some of them were. "Uh, but I'm not really the best fighter, so I-" she tried to explain, only to be virtually ignored.

The eevee was very insistent on her being the one to 1v1 one of the beheeyem, all because of her type advantage. Sure, she knew that she was immune to its psychic shenanigans, but she still had her doubts about her ability to fight this enemy in a fair 1 on 1 duel. Still, her alternative was helping and working with some guy she hated and wanted to die, and the annoying ball of fur had already chosen for her, anyway. She was stuck in a... fair fight. There was no way around it, but that didn't mean she was going to lose.

The beheeyem seemed to be coming back to the world of the living after being beat down by consecutive, painful blows. "Oh, it's-" Krikka began, only to find that her eevee partner had already left.
Some client. "...Hi," she waved a paw at the beheeyem as it rubbed its head with one arm and stared at her, propping itself up off the ground with the other arm.

Subject: Re: How to Lose Thu Jan 26, 2017 12:03 am

The sableye was treated as if he were an idiot, which he was, but he did not seem to mind. He likely would have rolled his eyes if he had the pupils to do so, but instead, he settled with a curled lip and a quick hiss.

The sableye lifted a claw and pointed towards the Medicham, a slight glow emitting from the Sableye as it copied the medicham's ability. Acro attempted to intercept the attack, but it was too late.

The small gremlin gave a snarl as it avoided the tail of the archeops once more. It seemed to carry the gem with fewer problems now that it had gained Pure Power. Acro proceeded to set up more Double Teams, as he was not sure just how many of the Sableye's hits he could take.

The ghost type's grin grew wide as the ruby eyes took on a glow. The sableye began to move much quicker now that the gem did not drag him down as much. Copies of the sableye began to multiply just as much as the Archeops. Acro stopped with the evasive boosts, seeing as it was making just as much of a problem as it fixed.

Their side of the battle likely would have looked quite crowded with the quantity illusions in the area. Each sableye and Archeops looked between each other as they attempted to fish out the real monsters. Occasionally, there would be a clash as one attempted to attack the other, however, as soon as the fight would begin again it would end as the two retreated into their duplicates.

"GRRR...THIS IS TAKING TOO LONG!" The sableyes spoke out in unison. They all looked towards the three druddigons, each one of them pointed as the dark type demanded, "GIVE ME SOME DAMN ACCURACY WITH THAT HONE-WHATEVER THING!"

Acro could not allow that. The Archeops took a deep breath, still not at all confident that he would be capable of doing much with how much he had screwed up already. He should have stopped with Double Team as soon as the Sableye started making copies. He had thought the Sableye simply knew the move itself, but it seemed that it was not the case.

He ditched the idea of hiding behind the clones as his body began to glow a bright purple. He'd just do what he did last time in order to fish the sableye out. The rocks floated before they crashed down upon each individual sableye...to find that none of them were the real sableye.

"BEHIND YA, BITCH!" the sableye cried out before Acro felt cold claws behind to rake down his back once more. The archeops screeched, though he managed to twist himself and pin the Sableye as it attempted to flee. The ruby collapsed onto the ground as the archeops managed to successfully prevent the real one from getting away.

"H-HEY! A HAND WOULD BE NICE! HURRY UP WITH THAT ACCURACY!" the Sableye spoke as he attempted to struggle away from the Archeops's grip. Even with the pure power boost, it only made the sableye on par with the Archeops's strength as the Archeops prepared to launch an Ancient power down onto the Sableye and further pin it to the ground.

---

The damn eevee had stepped in to assist him as a Shadow Ball slammed into the Beeheyem. The psychic type was knocked down from its levitate just as it was about to pin the charmeleon with the Psychic attack. The alien pokemon's attention had certainly been diverted towards focus on the eevee, but it would not remain there for long.

"Forget me already?" The charmeleon snarled before he latched onto the beeheyem from behind once more. The lizard aimed for the neck of the creature, his teeth attempted to bite down on it, but the strange bulbs around the neck and the rather short nature of the neck prevented his teeth from touching down on the sensitive skin for a proper kill.

The psychic type's attention was drawn away from the eevee yet again as the Charmeleon was flung to the ground yet again. The glowing green eyes changed to a glare as it held out one hand to pin the charmeleon while the other turned to Shara to continue the combat.

the charmeleon snarled as he attempted to fight the psychic energy and force himself to stand, though he was too weak to. His tail still blazed brilliantly as he opened his jaws and attempted to perform a fire blast. The growing light in the cavern had alerted the psychic type of his plan as the grip of the psychic type suddenly seemed to focus down on his snout and prevent his jaws from opening. Fire erupted from between his teeth has he resisted the force, but the attack was not allowed to properly launch. Smoke rose from his nostrils, his body quivered as he attemmpted to muster together the strength for another attack against the psychic force that held him down, and his eyes glared at the beeheyem, wide with hatred.

Sableye Revealed Moves: Snatch, Recover, Double Edge, Ice Punch, Role Play(wants to use it on Medicham)

Subject: Re: How to Lose Fri Jan 27, 2017 1:27 am

-S.S.-

The glaceon and the medicham simply stared into each other's eyes as they were forced into a sort of time-out while they both recovered. S.S. could barely move after the Hyper Beam, while his opponent was stuck mending his body. S.S. knew he could not yet perform anything aside from basic attacks yet, but despite this, he decided to simply attack anyway. Without waiting for his body to fully recover from the Hyper Beam, he bolted straight toward the medicham, tackling him before he could react. "Hello," he greeted with a maniacal smile.
The medicham threw a palm forward in an attempt to knock him off, but he easily avoided it and bit onto the wrist. Then, rather than let go, S.S' jaws clamped down as hard as they could. He pressed his front paws against the medicham's chest to pin him to the ground as he bit down, then he twisted the hand and caused the bones to snap right apart. He could hear the medicham trying to suppressed a pained groan, eyes now shut tight... Perhaps this was a good place to stop.

Or not.

S.S. still was not satisfied enough to simply let go; keeping his grip on the broken wrist, he began to pull back as hard as he could on the medicham's arm, still pinning him to the ground. He could hear the medicham's moans growing louder as he pulled back, and he could taste the blood seeping into his mouth. Then, there was another sound of bones being... displaced, this time coming from the newly dislocated shoulder. The medicham growled very audibly in pain at this point, and finally, S.S. was satisfied enough to drop the arm and allow his adversary to cradle it. "Wanna heal again, or should I just kill you now?"

The medicham's eyes opened and glared up at the glaceon hovering over him. S.S. tilted his head to question why he was being stared at. The only answer he received was in the form of the medicham's in-tact arm taking a swing at him, adorned with glowing claws of energy. He jumped back to avoid the attack and was finally forced to release his prey, and the medicham then waved his arm to the side to send blades of energy flying toward the glaceon. Of the three blades, he managed to sidestep two, but the pain from moving became too much for him and slowed him enough for the third to drive straight into his chest. Even through his armor-like fur, it still left a gash, and he could feel the pain of it.

All the while, the familiar healing glow had enveloped the cheatsy foe once more. S.S' armor repaired itself as he rushed toward the medicham to interrupt the healing, and while the foe managed to get out of the way this time, he was at least forced to stop recovering. He was still holding his injured arm, which told the glaceon that his handiwork hadn't been erased. It was then that he noticed his breathing was getting heavy... He was practically tearing his body apart to keep fighting, and he doubted he would last much longer. But his opposition didn't seem to be in any better shape, so he wasn't too concerned.

The medicham opened his mouth to speak, and S.S. was all ears.

"Your aura... your thoughts... confuse me. You truly do fully intend to kill me... even if I were to surrender. Are you not a guild member?" the medicham voiced confusion.

S.S. chuckled in response. "Not sure sure how auras work, but I'm guessing you can tell I'm... dual-minded, so to speak."
The medicham nodded.

"Well, I'm not the guild member," he explained as simply as he could.

-Dusk-

Dusk quickly began to regret her decision to draw the attention of three foes more powerful than herself back to her, but her desire to be useful overrode any fear. She took a deep breath in an attempt to calm herself and focus, but it seemed to have the opposite effect, instead resulting in a hazy feeling coming over her mind and making it difficult to think straight. But more importantly, there was now something else suppressing her worry... Something more... sinister. Once more, her mind had fully slipped into the influence of her shiny new cloak. The accessory suddenly seemed to vanish into her fur as if to give her room to move uninhibited, but it was not on her command. It was apparently able to do this on its own.

The druddigon were moving toward her, spreading out so as to surround her in a triangle. Rather than simply sit and wait for them to get into formation, she took the fight to one of them, running straight up to the one in front of her. It took a step back and put its arms out in front of it to block whatever move she was about to make, but instead of attacking, she simply slid under it before spinning around and swatting one of its legs with her tail as it tried to turn around. This didn't exactly hurt the dragon, but it managed to knock it off-balance, causing it to fall to the ground. Before she could make another move to assault the vulnerable foe, its allies were upon her, forcing her to go on the defensive.

One of the druddigon charged toward Dusk and attempted to slam its large claws down on top of her, instead smashing its head into the ground when she avoided the attack. To her surprise, the dragon then lunged forward and outstretched its other arm in an attempt to grab onto her, forcing her to increase her processing and reaction time in order to detect and avoid the attack. As she stepped to the side to avoid the sharp claws, the third druddigon came from the same side with its body enveloped in superpower and gave her an uppercut to the side with its claws, lifting her off the ground and sending her flying. The umbreon wasn't airborne for long before falling to the ground in a tumble, but despite the hard blow, she still managed to get up off the ground before her body had even come to a stop. She felt... pretty much fine. Sure, she was hurting, but not nearly as much as she'd expected. She looked at her side to see she hardly even had a scratch from the blow, at which point she began to understand... She'd increased her body's durability, but that wasn't the only thing in play.

"Man, I thought that would feel way worse," Dusk taunted as she took her time walking back over to the three dragons.
Then, the obnoxious voice of the sableye rang out, causing both the umbreon and the group of dragons to stop and turn toward it. It wanted help... Her attention was then taken back to the red-and-blue lumpy creatures as two of them took the lead, getting in front of the third as if to protect it while it... "What are you..." she muttered, trying to figure out what it was doing.
It was... sharpening its claws against each other. She took another glance over in the sableye's direction before realizing what was going on; it was sharpening its claws and focusing itself... and it was going to pass that to the sableye.

Dusk gritted her teeth in agitation and bolted straight toward the dragons. One came forward and spun around in an attempt to swat her away with its tail, but she managed to jump over it and continued right on past the foe. The second one was smarter, slashing at her with its claws while making sure to stay in front of her and block her path. But it was also clumsy, which let her trip it up by simply running back and forth. In its attempts to keep up with her, the dragon fell over itself, allowing her to pass. As she neared the third druddigon that was still sharpening its claws, she jumped up and threw herself into its chest, knocking it straight to the ground. At the same time, she quickly learned a painful lesson about how painful its sharp scales were, even on her highly augmented body. The second they hit the ground, she shrugged off the painful body of the dragon and slammed her front paws down on its chest, taking its breath away. She lifted her paws and repeated the process yet again, this time eliciting a groan before its arm suddenly raised up to punch her in the throat.

Dusk coughed and stumbled back from the foe after the attack, and before she could get back to stomping on it, she felt something grab onto her tail. She turned around just in time to see one of the other druddigon before she was tossed away, into the arms of the last one. She was caught by her chest in one of the druddigon's hands and slammed into the ground with enough force to take her breath away, but this was only the beginning. The dragon then lifted her in the air and released her for just a moment before swiping at her head with its other arm, knocking her back into the ground. It then slammed both of its arms down on her while she was still on the ground and unable to retaliate, slowly chipping away at her despite her defensive empowerment.

Despite this, she found that the pain still wasn't unbearable. When the druddigon pulled its arms back in preparation to beat on her more, she bit onto one of its hands, causing it to pull away and back off. Taking this moment to escape, she got up and turned her attention back to the sableye's power delivery service. But, alas, it was not only already back on its feet, but also no longer sharpening its claws. It seemed she was too late to stop it from assisting the sableye.

But she could still stop all three of them from interfering directly in anyone else's fight.

-Krikka-

The beheeyem stared at Krikka, waiting for her to make a move, but she merely stared back. She had no desire to put herself at risk in such an already-dangerous place. Perhaps she could convince the psychic-type to just... sit and do nothing with her instead of fighting? "Sooo... we're supposed to be fighting, but we could just sit here and see what happens instead," she proposed and received nothing more than silence from the beheeyem.
"Well you're talkative..." she added on sarcastically.
Despite the awkward silence, she had hope for a moment that perhaps her proposition had been accepted. Then the beheeyem was kind enough to make its rejection clear.

One of the tri-colored hands or the beheeyem pointed toward her before firing a glowing beam of psychic energy. Krikka was unable to move fast enough to avoid the attack and instead simply prepared to take the hit... but it did nothing. She looked down at herself just to be sure that the attack had not harmed or affected her, and sure enough... "Did you just..." she muttered, realizing the beheeyem was not aware that it couldn't harm her with psychic attacks.
For a psychic-type, it seemed like kind of an idiot. "Yeah, you really should have just chilled with me," she commented.

-Shara-

Shara was relieved to see the threat was now focusing on her instead of the weak, injured charmeleon, but her relief was not permitted to last long before the big idiot decided to ruin it by drawing the beheeyem's attention right back to him. Shara sighed and formed another ball of shadows in front of her to save the suicidal charmeleon once more, but before she could fire it, the beheeyem's other hand pointed in her direction and sent her flying backward. She hit the ground rather hard, but still shook it off and got right back up. "I'm taking a vacation after this," she spoke to herself as she tried to figure out an indirect way to get the beheeyem to stop suppressing her ally, since it didn't seem interested in just letting her attack it.

"Is that it?" her voice took on a sort of... hypnotic property as she attempted to lull the beheeyem into a rage.
Maybe then it wouldn't be able to focus on two targets at once. "Come on, you can't fight either of us so you're just gonna try to keep us away? That's just sad," she continued with her taunts and hoped to see some results, either in the form of the beheeyem letting its guard down or releasing the hold on the charmeleon.

Subject: Re: How to Lose Sun Jan 29, 2017 5:21 am

The sableye's ruby eyes took on a glow as his own claws began to scrape together. He giggled sinisterly as he narrowly avoided being pinpointed by the archeops once more.

The archeops was getting quite sick of this. How was he supposed to beat this thing? His mind struggled to come up with a solution. All he had managed to do was stall the Sableye. He couldn't pierce through the evasion the Sableye had stolen from him and whenever he had managed to land a hit, the sableye would only heal itself with Recover.

Ancient Power had proved effective at weeding the true ghost type out, but it had become increasingly difficult to lift the rocks with each use. He was never able to deal enough damage that couldn't be healed back in the duration of the copies' protection they had provided.

Now the Sableye was going to be able to spot him more frequently. This was bad, really bad. He took a quick glance at his allies. Was there any way anyone could help? He couldn't do this alone, he was too weak. He had already screwed things up so much for his fight.

Sova...or rather Not-Sova was far too busy with the medicham. Dusk was busy with the druddigons, the other umbreon was busy with a lone beeheyem that seemed to be a bit special in the head, and the charmeleon and the eevee were occupied by a beeheyem. The other pokemon were much weaker than the Sableye. What if he were to knock out the other pokemon?

No, he could not do that. The sableye would have been free to do as he pleased. He likely would have intruded upon Sova's battle and helped the Medicham or turned around and performed his very idea. He needed to keep the Sableye here and with him.

"MORE YOU IDIOTS!" the sableye demanded of the druddigons.

He could potentially try to get rid of the sableye in a more permanent manner. He could think of an idea, but it was far too reckless. It would risk the entire roof caving in on everyone just to seclude the Sableye enough for him to deal with the smaller ones. He couldn't risk bringing the fight closer to the others either and he got the feeling that bringing the fight closer to Not-Sova was an even stupider idea...was it?

He really wished he had some sort of psychic powers at this point. Even if it was not Sova, he still had the strength of Sova. The medicham had been owning him earlier from what he had gotten a glimpse of, but he was far too busy to take more than a glance at the Glaceon's fight.

The archeops and sableye both stopped. Acro was out of breath, his legs shook as they begged to simply rest. The sableye, at least by its copies, looked to be just fine. 'Stupid bird,' he thought to himself, 'can't even handle one little dark type.'

At least there was one thing positive about this entire situation, the necklace worked. His ability was suppressed, Defeatist was not present to kick him while he was down, but his own consciousness was still there.

"WHAT'S THE MATTER THERE BUDDY?" the sableye snickered, "I'VE ONLY HIT YA A FEW TIMES AND YOU'RE LIKE THIS. WONDER WHAT YOU'LL LOOK LIKE AFTER I SMASH YA AGAIN! NYAHAHAHAHA!"

Acro did not respond. He was in no position to waste time in banter. The archeops grit his sharp teeth against each other as the sableye scanned the copies with the accuracy boost. He figured he would have enough time to come up with a plan as the Sableye waited for its allies to assist him further, but the ruby eyes shined brightly across the copies.

Something cold latched onto his tail.

"TIME TO HELP MR BIRDIE FLY!" the sableye cackled. The archeops was suddenly whisked off his feet as he was dragged off his feet and hurled away from the Sableye and right towards the two druddigons that had worked to help the sableye.

"STRIKE!" he called before he even looked to see if he had actually hit anything. He had intended to aim for the umbreon, but instead, he had misjudged and sent the archeops's body straight towards the ones that wanted to help.

---

Luckily for Shara, both happened. The arm that had focused on holding the charmeleon down began to glow with a strange energy as it turned to attack the eevee with it. The moment of distraction had released the charmeleon once more.

Garnet simply did what he did best and launched himself at the beeheyem in a blind rage once more. His tail lashed back and forth as he scratched at the rough armor of the beeheyem. It was if he had attempted to bite a rock of some sort.

This time around, he aimed for the eyes. If he could not take out its vitals, then he would take away its senses. His mind began to grow clouded as the Outrage began to die down. A haze coated it as friend and foe all seemed to blend into one. The beeheyem detached the charmeleon with a psychic energy once more, though it seemed to struggle to pin the lizard down.

A strange presence had entered the charmeleon's mind amidst the confusion. He shot a glare right at the beeheyem as it seemed to glow and attempt to heal the wounds that had been done to it. He was prepared to attack once more, but he stopped in his tracks.

The lights on the psychic type's arm suddenly began to glow as they flashed a peculiar pattern. The charmeleon was seemingly mesmerized by the pattern as the strange presence began to grow stronger. His snarls suddenly faded as the light on his tail suddenly ceased the inferno it had taken on. He almost looked peaceful for a second if one were to discount the beaten appearance.

"I am not your enemy," his mind's invader informed him, "She is." The beheeyem pointed to the eevee. The physical weakness of his body, the confusion of the outrage, pre-constructed hatred towards the eevee, and the Beheyeem's ability to manipulate minds made it all too easy to influence the reptile's mind.

If it couldn't take control of the stronger one's mind, then it'd just make the eevee fight its ally until it could recover from the effects of the eevee's strange words.

Sableye Revealed Moves: Snatch, Recover, Double Edge, Ice Punch, Role Play

Subject: Re: How to Lose Tue Jan 31, 2017 2:13 am

-S.S.-

The medicham still seemed able to hold his composure despite now being aware that his life was in very serious danger. Unacceptable. S.S. looked down at himself to gauge how long he had left; most of his serious wounds had opened and were bleeding, on top of some new wounds he'd received; his frozen fur was slowing the bleeding, but every time the medicham broke through it, the streaks of blood that ran down his legs before he could block the wounds again were proof enough that his body was wearing out. He could prevent himself from bleeding out... for a while... but his body would give out again long before then. He knew this.

A sudden wave of fatigue came over the glaceon as he exchanged glares with his foe, causing him to stumble just a bit. The sudden movements required to catch himself sent a jolt of pain running through his body - courtesy of the ribbon - that he was not prepared for, causing him to flinch and shit his eyes for just a moment. In this single moment of vulnerability, the medicham rushed up to him and swung a leg into his chest, kicking him up off of his front paws, before turning and delivering a hard side-kick to his exposed belly and sending him flying down the hall. A mega kick, one could say. S.S. tumbled to a stop along the floor and found himself unable to get up from the weariness o his body. Every time he tried, the intense strain on his muscles caused the ribbon to send a surge of agony through his body, dropping him back to the floor. He had an extremely high tolerance for pain of all sorts even when he wasn't blocking it out, but this was too much, even for him.

As he struggled through the burning pain in his body, a round of energy blades was sent flying toward him, courtesy of the medicham. He was unable to move out of the way of the attack and thus, was forced to take the hit, cutting away at his already-damaged armor. His eyes were shut tight in pain, and he could hear the medicham speaking to him... but it was slowly being muffled out and replaced with silence. There was a momentary ringing, then all he could hear was his own heartbeat, along with his shaky breathing. It was odd, almost as if he was going to... switch. But this switch didn't happen; rather, he saw his body rising off of the floor. He wasn't exactly not trying to get up, but he was too out-of-it to consciously think about what he was doing.

"If you keep trying to fight, all you'll do is finish my job for me... You haven't much left in you, and your body's already giving out. Give up now and I'll do my best to keep your friends alive. Of course, you'll have to die, but-" the medicham began to rant as he took his time walking over to the glaceon. His pace was not out of confidence, however; his body was once more glowing in the familiar white hue as he attempted to heal his severely injured arm, and he wanted to make sure his concentration was on that rather than moving. But he stopped dead in his tracks and fell silent when the fox got up once more.

The pain enveloping S.S' body was all he could feel by now, but he didn't care. He took a slow step forward... then another... The medicham's body ceased its glowing as he flung a few more psychic blades toward the glaceon in an attempt to stop him from afar, and for a moment, it seemed the attack had landed. The afterimage of the glaceon faded almost instantly, but it confused the medicham for just long enough to open him up to a strike to the side by S.S' tail, which still had in-tact ice covering it. The medicham attempted to counter by slamming his hand down on the glaceon, but he seemed to pass right through him as he had already moved, leaving behind yet another brief afterimage to trick the warrior's eyes. The medicham's hand came crashing into the ground just as he began to feel his new wound, forcing him down onto one knee and prompting him to wrap his other, still-injured arm around his side in pain.

The medicham frantically looked around him in an attempt to locate the glaceon, but his eyes simply could not keep up with the bursts of speed, causing him to see the blue figure everywhere and nowhere at the same time. All he could do when the glaceon struck him in the back was fall over forward, barely catching himself with his hands. He frantically got up to his feet, only to have the blue streak seemingly come out of nowhere and ram into his chest, causing him to fall right back over. He pushed himself backup off of the floor immediately, trying his best to focus and stay calm. He knew the next attack would come quickly, so he put up a green-glowing barrier around himself, and sure enough, the glaceon almost immediately showed himself by ramming right into it. His Protect capabilities were still weakened, causing the barrier to shatter under the force, but it stopped the glaceon just enough for the medicham to deliver a forceful, straight kick into the fox's face.

S.S. was unfazed by the attack, his body already so overwhelmed with pain that he didn't even notice the strike. He stumbled backward from the force of the kick, but quickly recovered and lunged forward, biting onto the medicham's leg to prevent him from retreating. S.S' grip on the vulnerable ankle was drawing blood, but that was not the worst to come. He spun around and dragged the medicham into the ground with a crack of the ankle before he finally released and placed his paws on the foe's chest for the second time. The medicham tried to strike him in the face with a palm, but he simply arced his head back to avoid it before snapping at the hand and latching onto it, causing the sound of breaking bones to ring out once again. He then released the hand, and before the medicham could shout or scream from the pain, S.S. began to apply pressure with his paws... directly to the vulnerable chest of his helpless victim.

S.S. continued to press down harder and harder, suffocating the medicham and stopping him from saying anything. But that wasn't the entire goal; S.S. was intending to test his new physical strength from the vile ribbon by seeing if he could crush someone's ribcage under his paws. The medicham began frantically trying to pull his paws away with the arms he'd rendered too damaged to help, struggling to get out a call for help, but it was all in vain. He could barely make any noise, let alone speak loudly enough to hope anyone would notice him.

"H...help, he-...elp..."

S.S. brought his head down close to the medicham's and simply stared with his typical, manic smile as he continued pushing his legs to put more pressure on the ribs that needed to break.

-Dusk-

Dusk stepped out of the way just in time to avoid the sharp claws of one of the druddigon behind her. Before she could counterattack, the other of the two more... offensive dragons came charging at her, forcing her to stay on the defensive. She took a deep breath and focused her mind, slowing her perception of time down and heightening her motion-processing abilities to effectively detect the druddigon's path before it was even finished. This allowed her to walk right up to it, ducking under its left arm as it was thrown forward, then stepping slightly to the side as its other arm came down from above her; she had effectively detected the strikes to avoid them. Now positioned underneath the druddigon with both of its arms outstretched from its body, she had a clear shot at its chest and took it, spinning around and kicking the beast with her back paws as hard as she could. She could feel the rough body of the druddigon against her paws, but it wasn't enough to stop her.

The dragon stumbled away and fell to the ground on its back from the blow; despite Dusk being relatively weak, her body was empowered enough that she could actually hurt these things. She then heard the sableye request help once more, but she did not intend to allow the same thing to happen twice. She could see the designated claw-honer of the three rock-faced creatures already starting up its little ritual again, slowly backing away in an attempt to put distance itself and the umbreon. She attempted to move forward to stop events from repeating themselves, but something had grabbed onto her tail. She turned around to see the annoying druddigon who liked to grab her, holding onto her tail. Her body seemed to respond without any input from her mind, instantly lunging toward the foe and biting onto its arm, forcing it to release her. Luckily, this one's skin wasn't quite as painful to the touch, so she was able to force it to let go without injuring her mouth.

Instead of staying to fight this foe, she decided to rush toward the one trying to help the sableye in an attempt to stop it yet again. It began to back away faster, but it couldn't move too quickly while also having to focus on religiously sharpening its claws. Dusk's body was extremely slow from her self-cursing on top of being naturally slow, but she was still fast enough at a brisk walking pace to catch up. The druddigon put its arms up, expecting her to jump up and tackle it as she'd done before, but instead, she rammed her body into one of its legs and caused it to fall over. "Come on, I'm not that predictable," she mocked. The druddigon growled in response. Or maybe it was a groan?

The other two were up again and already closing in on her, of course, because she just couldn't seem to do enough damage to keep any of them down. She sighed and prepared to fight once more, but she could feel her body already wearing out. More specifically, she was feeling weak, and her mouth was dry. All of this physical strain on her body was dehydrating her. Given her... condition, she really needed to get a canteen at some point. But for now, she'd just have to deal with it. She slowly approached the two druddigon as her body's glow turned from black back to the eerier purple, showing that she was empowering herself even further... and sacrificing even more of her speed in the process. As she neared, the closer of the two attempted to throw a punch directly at her, to which she responded by putting her front paws up to test her strength.

The druddigon's fist stopped dead in its tracks against the umbreon's paws. Perhaps this was simply the weakest one of the three, but she was stronger than it. Before it could pull away and attempt to strike again, one of Dusk's paws slid up to the top of the druddigon's fist and she pulled it down as hard as she could, slamming the hand into the ground. This elicited a growl of pain from the druddigon before its other arm came crashing into her face from the side, knocking her to the ground. She recovered quickly, however, and just in time to roll out of the way of the rough-skinned second druddigon attempting to grab her.

Before the fight could continue, something prompted the two druddigon and the umbreon alike to suddenly stop and turn in the direction of the noisy sableye to see a familiar, colorful bird flying toward them. One of the dragons was smart enough to get out of the way, but the one with a particularly rough, spiky body just stood there and stared like an idiot. As much as Dusk wanted to let it get hit, she didn't want Acro to be hurt, so she rammed into the dragon's leg and forced it down onto its knees to allow the archeops to soar harmlessly over it. He'd still probably get hurt when he hit the ground, but at least he wouldn't fall on the living embodiment of uncomfortable.

Dusk looked between the two druddigon; one was trying to recover from the injury to its leg while the other had been forced to distance itself from her in order to avoid being hit by the random bird, which meant neither were in a position to stop her from turning her attention back to their ally... and so she did. The third druddigon was just beginning to get up, clearly having sustained the most damage of the three with Dusk's focus on it. Her aura faded to black once more as she moved as fast as she could over to the dragon, though at this point, "fast" wasn't exactly fast. She couldn't bring herself to run between the curse afflicting her and the oncoming dehydration, but she still managed to reach the druddigon before it had gotten to its feet. It stumbled away in an attempt to run, but this just made it far worse.

Dusk rammed into the druddigon's back from behind as it tried to run from her, knocking it to the floor on its belly in pursuit of it. She then quickly rushed over toward the front of it as it tried to pick itself up again, and with all the effort she could put forth, she stomped both of her front legs down on its head. The rough, rock-hard head of the dragon hit the ground with enough force to sting the umbreon's paws, but more importantly, the foe was no longer moving. It was finally unconscious. "Sorry, looks like you're on your own!" she exclaimed victoriously toward the sableye, hoping the other two druddigon wouldn't be able to prove her wrong.

-Krikka-

Krikka really didn't want to have to fight, mostly since she'd have to keep up her sweet-and-innocent routine and wouldn't be able to thoroughly enjoy it, but the beheeyem was leaving her with no choice. Plus it was stupid, so she doubted it could be remotely dangerous. The beheeyem tried once more to attack her with its psychic powers, only to have the same results. "...Really, dude?" she questioned, amazed at its unfathomable stupidity. It even seemed confused as to why its attacks weren't working. "I'm just gonna put you out of your misery."

She closed her eyes and allowed dark thoughts to flood her mind, seeping into her body as a darkly power. She then opened her eyes and locked her gaze onto the psychic-type before letting loose a pulse of negative energy from her body. The idiot just stood there and took the attack, falling pathetically to the ground. Not only was it stupid, but it was apparently weak as well. And she couldn't even enjoy this moment by toying with the poor thing by toying with it... She sighed in disappointment at such a wasted opportunity, but she knew she needed to keep her act up, so she let loose yet another pulse of energy from her body to hit the beheeyem while it was down and make it look like she was trying to end the fight quickly.

She then hesitated, pretending she was waiting to see if it was unconscious. But in truth, it was the opposite... She was waiting to see if it would get back up and let her hit it some more.

-Shara-

Shara sighed at the sight of the charmeleon trying to get up close and personal with the foe instead of staying back and attacking from afar. She knew he had ranged attacks, she knew he was weak, and she knew he was exhausted. He didn't need to be putting himself in needless danger with such reckless abandon. On top of putting himself at risk, he was also preventing her from helping without risking hitting him! Sure enough, he was put into submission once more for his complete lack of any strategic thinking, but more importantly, before the eevee could intervene, the beheeyem... did something to him.

She fired a Shadow Ball in the direction of the beheeyem, trying to knock it out quickly before having to deal with whatever damage it was trying to do to the charmeleon's mind. "You alright?" she spoke up at the lizard, hoping for a coherent answer.

Subject: Re: How to Lose Wed Feb 01, 2017 4:43 pm

The pincushion Acro had been in danger of landing on had been removed. The archeops collided clumsily with the ground as he landed painfully on a wing. The archeops's head seemed to spin as he tried to recollect himself.

He couldn't black out. Not now. He was still needed! The archeops struggled back up to his feet as he attempted to focus. He was close to Dusk's fight. She had said something to the Sableye, but he had not heard what. He could see the shapes of the two druddigon. She was fighting a three on one match, that was hardly fair. He needed to focus on the Sableye to keep him from interrupting the battles, but he had a bit of trouble figuring out just where the real Sableye was.

His copies had spread across the groups, his snicker echoed in the cave walls. Ugh, he had even failed to keep it from meddling in other battles now! Stupid bird. Stupid bird! He grit his teeth, he had no way to determine who the real Sableye was. Might as well go with plan b, knock out the small fry and get everyone to help.

He would just have to keep an eye on everyone else and see if he can pick out any sneaky movements or interference from the match. As soon as he would see a suspicious movement, he would have to ditch the current one to try and snag the Sableye once more.

The archeops gave a screech as he suddenly launched himself at one of the druddigon. He stopped just short as he attempted to slam his tail into one of them and try to knock them into a wall.

If he could manage to take them all out before the Sableye could do any real damage to anyone, then maybe they could help him fix his fuck up.

Because he certainly wasn't capable.

----

His mind was warped. He was not "okay", for the flashing lights had taken hold and already done their damage. While it was a temporary veil that would last with the confusion, it was enough to convince the Charmeleon that everything told to him was correct. He lacked the sense to question why Sova would be working for these criminals, or how Shara was actually a part of the crimes.

He looked to her before his lips curled back into a snarl once more. His tail re-ignited in a blast of flames. The true enemy was the fluffy brown eevee to the charmeleon.

The Beheyeem, unfortunately, had been too dazed by the confusion to avoid the attack. The shadow ball smacked it square in its large forehead before the psychic pokemon fell from its levitating state to the ground below. The pokemon was down for the count, luckily.

"You," the charmeleon spoke, his voice faint and distant until it grew more certain with itself, "I'll KILL YOU!" the charmeleon snarled as he lunged towards the small brown fluffball with his teeth bared and claws outstretched, ready to strike the smaller pokemon. His eyes were wide with sheer rage as he began to glow the tell-tale purple of Outrage once more. His claws stretched out with the purple energy as he moved in for the attack.

----

The sableye snickered to himself as he looked at the field of battles before him. There was no way the Archeops was going to find him! He felt all too confident that he was going to win, him and medicham, together forever! Nyeheheh~

He stopped as he brought his attention to a certain group member that seemed to be...struggling.

The beheeyem that had attempted to Psychic an Umbreon. The sableye's claws reached up and pulled down its ears in frustration.

"You dumb idiot!" the sableye insulted the psychic type, "I'll take care of this myself if you don't stop trying to psychic that thing and use something else!!!"

Sableye Revealed Moves: Snatch, Recover, Double Edge, Ice Punch, Role Play

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