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Tristen was honestly hoping that he could take the initiative in destroying the chi converters, effectively rendering Atticus’s efforts moot and finally make these Team Star idiots that Tristen was not to be underestimated in any capacity. Even to Mela’s admission just last night, she thought the Zoroark hybrids would have been enough, but even they couldn’t handle the likes of the more battle hardened Manetric hybrid. That said, Tristen wasn’t really versed in the likes of how chi converters worked, just that they were generally bad news; an accident that Sub slipped from his proverbial hands. It was a machine, as far as Tristen was concerned, it could get fried just as any other device. But as time effectively slowed down to the kid, it started to make him realize there was more to these things than what there was.

Tristen found himself wanting to pull back from the machine, but was unable to. Feeling himself filled with all manner of power. It was a similar feeling to the Zapdos heart and Tristen started to fear the worst. Tristen was given a second chance in life, nearly suffering an electrical overload but was given evolution for his efforts. It was only luck that a freakish thunderstone like that imbued Tristen in such a fashion, but now, Tristen’s luck had ran out, and it was time to pay the piper. Tristen couldn’t pull away, feeling his chest practically fill with power ready to be unleashed. Every second was more excruciating than the last. He couldn’t hold it. He was done for. He didn’t get to settle any scores with Matteo, he barely started the school year, he barely got to see the world, he isn’t getting the chance to say good bye to friends and family. Tristen feared such a day coming since after he evolved, perhaps getting taken out while under the banner of Snagem, but he didn’t imagine it’d be this soon, and ironically in the same fashion that nearly took him out the first time, as if fate wanted to try again.

Tristen couldn’t see what was going on around him. Xatu had managed to get the Skuntank off his case, but then found itself hobbling over, the Terastal energy getting drained from him, and on top of the damage he already racked up, it was enough for the bird to stay conscious, but unable to stand, energy drained rather forcefully at such a crucial time. Tristen could feel it. Every fiber of his being started to fill with unbridled power. It started to feel it was taking an eternity to bring his end even though it was only taking a few brief seconds, then finally an explosion.

It took a moment to process it, but Tristen would soon realize, he was alive. Or was he? He started to look around in the smoke-filled room. He could feel himself breathing, though every breath was heavy, with a tremble of fear. He was in fact alive, though he wasn’t sure was to how. He looked around, Atticus was down, just as he wanted. Same with his Skuntank. Was he actually dreaming; that one second of time stretched out for Tristen just before death to comprehend, find solace, and make peace of what was happening? No…he was alive. He can still feel all that massive amounts of power within him. Why wasn’t it killing him right now? Why was he still standing? Tristen took a step back, finding his center of balance awkward suddenly, but he corrected himself. He then looked at himself and he went completely wide-eyed. He had yellow fur on his forearms, more than what he originally had. His physique was considerably enhanced. Muscle a lot more prominent than what he originally had. His academy shirt was either taken out by the explosion or Tristen’s newfound form, allowing him to see not only his physique but a great deal of yellow fur that grew out about it, a great deal of it that spiked out down his back and all the way to his tail which also grew out, giving his overall fur a look of a massive lightning bolt. His feet and hands grew out nails in a grand hurry as well, and they were a crimson red. Tristen started to realize he was actually a fair bit taller as well. Probably a half-foot at best, as if he aged at least several years in that instant. Tristen noticed that he was sparking electricity at random, stray sparks here and there, as if he was exuding some sort of electrical aura, one that he couldn’t bring to any sort of control. Tristen had mega-evolved.

It scared Tristen just now. No, he didn’t have the brush with death as he thought he did, but this did severely concern him. He mega-evolved not through regular means, just as Leslie did, and in her case it costed her hybridization until she managed to get a patch job in becoming a hybrid of something else. Tristen was a natural born hybrid; what was that supposed to mean for him? While someone would probably be enamored over this extreme amount of power that could turn tides of battles, this terrified the Manetric hybrid. He wasn’t dead, but for as all Tristen knew, he was on the clock, and probably didn’t have long at all. There was no way this level of change, let alone power, that he taken in was without any manner of price tag. For as composed as Tristen tried to be in the heat of things, Tristen was nearly panicking now. He couldn’t organize his thoughts like he wanted to. It was hard to be calm when for as all he knew he wasn’t seeing this evening.

Another moment went by. He was trying to list the issues that he had immediately in his moment of panic. Things he knew he had to do before he did end up going out after all. Tristen quickly reached about him and grabbed Xatu’s Pokeball, recalling the fallen Xatu who was also taken out by the explosion of the chi converter. He started to feel regretful then as he looked at the Pokeball. Tristen shook his head. No…he was going to fight through this. Worry about that if there is a chance later. He then looked over towards Mr. Clavell, moving around and started undoing the gag on Clavell then with one hard pull, took apart the bindings without even bothering to untie them, astounded as to how strong he was now. He wondered if he could take on even his adoptive father now like this. Something that couldn’t be tested. “Run.” Tristen uttered to Clavell, his voice reverberating with power. That wasn’t a request, but a demand. A warning; there was no telling what was going to happen, rather it be from the fights outside Sub and presumably others by now were having, or if there was going to be severe repercussions should things go awry with Tristen’s new form. Atticus was out for the time beingTristen started to run off towards the door, nearly stumbling on occasion from trying to adjust to his newfound form. He needed to make sure Sub was okay still.

As Cera kept rushing through the halls, she'd pick up on two things. The first was a sudden surge of power, making her stop for a second to get a feel of where it was coming from. It seemed like it was upstairs and she could sense multiple people too. "What's going on up-" Before she could fully get her bearings, she'd feel a second, far larger surge of power that threw her to the ground out of shock. Luckily, her hold on Smoliv didn't falter, so there no lasting harm besides the Mew's eardrums.

Her attempts to calm the young Pokemon would have yet another difficulty when the lights went out alongside that second surge and at least one of the people she sensed- easily the strongest energy signature of the lot, and the only one she could peg as someone she knew- was already making tracks. "Please tell me we didn't get some big thing's attention being here..." She said to herself as she tried to find a way to the stairs, check up on the ones still there for the moment. Without the lights, she had to rely on sensing energy to "see" and the current lack of windows limited what actual eyesight she had. And the fire alarm blaring certainly didn't help matters.

Odd flinched as the horde of Fighting types recovered almost as fast as it was divided. That was too fast and too easy to believe it was unplanned but he knew next to nothing about these people to have any ideas what they were about. If he'd been following the rumors going around the cafeteria they were-

"Team Star. They're a bunch of bullies that ran away from the classwork and try to bully other students in joining." Clare spoke up, only a moment later finding themself slammed into by their Dreepy and thrown to the ground by the sudden impact. "Ow..."

"I had a feeling." Odd remarked as calmly as he could. He wanted to say he had his wits about him but that couldn't be further from the truth right now. Not only was this clearly a coordinated attack but it was coming from an enemy he had no prior knowledge of. And he now had to worry about making sure Lykas was keeping Libelle safe since the two of them had been at the school when this started. Distracted as he was, he failed to see the incoming attacks as Clare's Dreepy was turned into an unwilling missile that knocked them away from him or the Primeape that grabbed Acciacca and hurled the Fire Child Pokemon across the courtyard to crash into Deo's Steelix. The small "Acciacca!" He exclaimed as he realized he'd lost focus, racing toward him to check on the Fire-type.

Acciacca held his head as he got up from the ground, the world spinning and his head aching after that. "Are you alright?"

"Char!" Acciacca assured, shaking away the stars and focusing on his assailant.

"Good!" Odd nodded and turned back to the field. " Let's see if we can do something about these guys, then. Use Flame Charge!" Odd replied, helping the small Pokemon back to his feet. Acciacca narrowed his eyes as he focused on Primeape and after a couple of small stomps to loosen up, he charged toward the Fighting-type with a cloak of flames wrapped around him.

Primeape laughed a harsh, angry laugh and jumped over the tiny Fire-type, throwing a Brick Break down on the miniature Pokemon from above. Acciacca wasn't fast enough and was hit in the back of the head, slammed face-first into the dirt. Primeape cackled for a moment before snorting angrily. Why did it's fist hurt after that?!

"Acciacca!" Odd exclaimed, as his partner was driven face-first into the ground. The small Fire-type lifted his face from the courtyard ground and flashed a spiteful glare over his shoulder that withered Primeape's rage for only the briefest of moments before it got angry all over again. Why was this child so angry at it? This was a battle, after all!

Primeape shouted and charged the Charcadet, swinging a merciless series of punches aimed to pummel the small Pokemon into oblivion. "Acciacca, Night Shade!" The small Fire-type threw his hands forward and a veil of blackness shot out from between his arms, encompassing Primeape and leaving it momentarily blinded. Unfortunately for Acciacca, the Fighting-type was much stronger than him so his meager punches against it in the midst of the blackness didn’t seem to have much of an effect. Even moreso when Primeape grabbed the Charcadet by it’s face and with a mighty Seismic Toss, hurled the Fire Child Pokemon across the field again, Odd barely managing to catch it as it crashed into his chest. “That’s enough.” The Channeler decided, seeing his newest catch was already out cold. The poor thing was horribly outmatched here and unlike him when they battled on the mountainside, their opponents here weren’t going to pull punches.

Recalling Acciacca to his ball, Odd grabbed an Ultra Ball and hurled it out, releasing another of his partners. “Syn! Use Sucker Punch!” The tea cup that appeared sat motionless on the ground in spite of Odd’s call and, upon seeing it, the already angry Primeape raged, slamming it’s fists into the ground and stomping around in a circle for a moment before charging over to the teacup, it’s fists engulfed in a black aura as it’s rage began to manifest itself around them. As the Primeape prepared to unleash a Rage Fist to destroy the cup, mainly by sending it flying into the face of the trainer who’d sent it out in a million shards, the Pig Monkey Pokemon found a sudden splash of deathly cold tea in it’s face as the Sinistea within the cup shot out and slammed a Dark energy infused tackle into it’s face.

“Was that a critical hit?” Odd asked as Syn returned to their cup and cackled joyfully at the Primeape’s reaction. The Fighting-type wiped at the liquid all over it’s face and sputtered loudly for a moment before a crimson aura exploded around it and the very ground around it began to look as if it were being punched until it began to flatten. A very noticeable vein in Primeape’s forehead became visible as it’s pupils practically disappeared, the rage in it’s heart so intense that it blacked out. “Oh no, that was Anger Point…”

Primeape screamed out with a fury unlike any it had ever felt before and dashed forward with its fist ablaze with black energy once again. It seemed not only to be stronger but faster in this enraged state. As Primape closed in, Syn Withdrew into his cup and turned the bottom end up to face its attacker in an attempt to defend itself. As another Rage Fist connected, the Sinistea was launched across the field and slammed into a nearby tree, knocked unconscious by that single attack. “Giratina’s Wings!” Odd exclaimed as he recalled the small Ghost-type. This was certainly a wake up call to spend more time training his new catches whether they were channeling partners or not. “I dunno what move it’s using but it definitely feels like it’s Ghost-type… so that leaves me with… this.” He muttered as he pulled out a rather old Pokeball and threw it into the courtyard.

“Replay! Use Torment!” The Channeler called to his Chatot. The Flying-type nodded. “Torment!” He repeated, flying around Primeape’s head and chattering about relentlessly. Odd couldn’t hear what was being said to the Fighting-type but its rage was clearly still building as it punched at the bird flying around it multiple times, though none of them managed to connect. After a moment or two, the punches slowed down, though “Iratus bastardis…” The man muttered under his breath.

The Rage Fists were quickly becoming interspersed with Brick Break and after a moment, Fury Swipes. After several missed swings, Primeape unleashed a Screech that momentarily stunned Replay purely from the volume of the rage-fueled ape’s voice, following it up a moment later with a Brick Break aimed to smash the parrot’s beak in.

“Steel Wing!” Odd called out at that point. The Music Note Pokemon had been taunting the ape for long enough before this and the Pokemon was clearly still getting angrier, somehow. “Jeez… It’s gonna give itself an aneurism if it keeps going like this… I know Primeape are notoriously angry but this one just seems worse than most.” He muttered to himself as Replay’s wings flashed silver and met the incoming attack head on. Despite the attempt at stopping it, Replay was knocked off the ground and sent backward, skidding across the courtyard several feet. “Replay!” The Chatot stood up after a moment, very clearly extremely weak and barely standing after that blow. This ape was far beyond strong and needed to be dealt with fast. “Boomburst!” He called out, knowing the recoil of using that kind of attack was likely to knock out his own Pokemon, despite it not normally having such an effect on its user. Replay was just that weak after that attack..

The Chatot inhaled deeply and as Primeape charged in to finish the job, raging harder than ever over the bird surviving that crushing blow, a devastatingly loud explosion of sound was released by the Flying-type as it screamed point-blank into Primeape’s face. The rage-fueled Fighting-type grabbed the bird by his open beak and with a mighty spin, hurled him toward Odd like a feathery rocket via Seismic Toss. Odd caught Replay as he had caught Acciacca, hitting his own knees a moment later as the force of impact bruised his own ribs. “Gah!” He carefully recalled Replay and stood up slowly, eyes locked on Primeape as he watched it almost hyperventilate for a few seconds after that attack before it fell flat on its face and stopped moving entirely. It was too far away to see exactly what happened but he assumed it had finally realized how exhausted it was after that last attack sunk in fully. “That thing needs to be seen at a Pokemon Center… Now.” He realized, quickly digging an Ultra Ball out of his bag and loading it into his SNAG Machine. Glancing around to make sure no one was watching too closely, he threw the charged ball with every intent to let it go after getting it checked out.

He was, unfortunately, unable to witness the capture as things went sideways once again. Thankfully, the others were working on fixing his screw up of trapping Sub. He’d intended to give the man some space to move and ended up trapping him worse than all those Fighting-types had in the first place. “Giratina’s Wings…” He muttered to himself as he fell back on his butt and thought for a moment about how he could help further with only three of his Pokemon left capable of battle after that Primeape. “Oh! Duh!” Releasing another of his partners, he’d find Adagio at his side. “If the others don’t get those flames put out, go soak up whatever’s left over!” He instructed the Fire-type. “Before that, though, give me a spark!” He told the living lantern Pokemon, pulling his artifact from his hip. A small gout of flame was spit into the center of the circular sickle and began to swell into a raging cerulean inferno the Channeler was taking his time to aim. The moment he found an opening, he’d hurl the Wicked Wick at the girl on top of that oversized machine. The hellfire might not do much to her but he wouldn’t know until he tried.

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Clare would find themself flat on their butt after Visage was thrown into them but recalled the ghost dragon after a moment and swapped her out for a different one of their partners. “Rasana!” They called out as the Tyrunt appeared. Gnashing his Strong Jaws for a moment, the fossil Pokemon(who had, apparently, never been a fossil) looked around before honing in on the big bug in front of him. “Ty runt runt tyrunt tyr!” The Fossil exclaimed and while Clare understood the words, it sounded like gibberish to them. The Pokemon spoke with an extremely heavy accent that Clare simply couldn’t translate.

“I have no idea what you’re saying. I’m so sorry!” They apologized to the Pokemon, who was currently licking at his reptilian beak. “Let’s start this with a Rock Polish.” They ordered as Heracross stomped and circled the Tyrunt, seemingly preparing to unleash another attack. While Clare couldn’t see what was happening, exactly, Rasana’s scales were definitely starting to shimmer more as they seemingly polished themselves before Heracross finally acted, jumping forward with an Arm Thrust attack. As it attempted to slam it’s open palms into the Tyrunt, the Dragon-type quickly dodged the thrusts and snapped at its arms with Psychic Fangs in retaliation before Clare could even declare a move. Heracross was quicker than expected and barely pulled it’s spindly insect arms back before they could be snapped.

“Good thinking but try using…uh…” They had to pause for a moment and scan the Tyrunt with their SNAG to see what moves he had access to at that point. “Oh! Scale Shot!” They ordered. The Tyrunt nodded, stomped his feet and jumped into the air, intending to leap over the large beetle Pokemon as he flipped and shot a couple of loose scales infused with Dragon energy at Heracross. Hitting the ground running on the other side of the Bug-type, he’d find himself lighter and even faster than before. Heracross danced around the scales fired at it, striking it’s horn and sharpening its edges in the process as it executed a strangely evasive Swords Dance in preparation for it’s next attack.

“Try using Psychic Fangs again!” Clare called out, hoping that perhaps the tiny Dragon was fast enough now to get the attack in without getting countered as easily. The Royal Heir Pokemon flashed into Heracross’s personal space, smiled wickedly and proceeded to infused his teeth with psionic energy before sinking the into the beetle’s exoskeleton.

“Hera!” Heracross exclaimed as its body flashed with a deep brown energy, Rasana being flung backward with tremendous force afterward even as Heracross panted from the pain of that attack. “Rasana! That was a Counter, I think. Are you alright?”

Rasana skidded to a stop a few feet away from Heracross and, panting hard, struggled to his feet. “Tyrunt!” He assured them, though the hybrid still had no idea what the fossil Pokemon was saying. “Try hitting it with Psychic Fangs one more time! I don’t think it can take another one!” They directed their diminutive dragon. Rasana nodded, taking a moment to even out his out breathing before dashing forward, bobbing and weaving as Heracross sent a volley of Pin Missile at him to try and intercept his attack. He managed to avoid all but the first by simply grabbing the projectiles out of the air with his teeth and throwing them on the ground. Closing the distance in a hurry, he would end up right back in Heracross’ personal space just as before but this time, he’d clamp down on the beetle’s horn, right near its base, and as the Bug-type Thrashed around in an effort to throw him off, he held on for dear life. It only took a few seconds of biting down at full force for the Heracross to finally come to a stop and collapse.

“Great job, Rasana!” Clare called out, looking toward Sub at last and seeing several people trying to help him. That meant maybe they should try slowing down that giant machine aiming to squish him while those efforts were taking place. “Can you use Rock Tomb?” Clare asked of Rasana at that point.

“Ty runt!” The Dragon-type nodded as he answered.

“I assume that’s a ‘yes’?” Clare responded, pointing to the Starmobile. “Thinking you can get some rocks to pin that big thing in place? Even if it only holds for a few seconds.”

Rasana nodded and dashed toward the Starmobile, stomping on the ground in several spots as he circled it at high speed, causing multiple pillars of stone to erupt right up against the machine in an effort to pin it in place before dashing back to Clare’s side.

Aile raised an eyebrow, though nodded appreciatively at Aden sending out his Umbreon. She didn't have anyone that could light up the area. "So, you didn't know what's going on when you came here? To sum things up, Team Star apparently attacked Sub and brought in this giant vehicle. Considering this place is surrounded by water on three sides, and a mountain range whose other side is a weird crater makes up the fourth side, the assumption is that something's going on in the basement here. A breaker might not be bad, though, now. Unless a line got cut."

From where Tsuki was the the fight, he saw Leslie in a brawl with a gang of Mankeys and he, and only he hoped not knowing there was a Medicham approaching, had the jump on this situation. He looked beside to his Hypno Grumps and pointed at that spot of the brawl. “Can you use Psychic to send a few packing?” He asked, receiving a seemingly dismissive huff from his Pokemon. Nevertheless though, Grumps would comply and do as his trainer asked

Sending out another way of psionic energy, Grumps attempted to lift up and throw a few Mankeys over into the a nearby bench. Sensing the attack of the fellow psychic type however, he shoved his trainer out of the way. Tsuki groaned and looked up, immediately annoyed. But his grievance turned to concern when he saw that his Pokemon had taken the full brunt of the attack in his stead. Grumps growled back at the Medicham, the pressure point technique suddenly making counterattacking with Psychic nearly impossible.

Oh jeez, what was he gonna do now?

An old, reflexive, almost automatic part of Tsuki’s brain was screaming that there wasn’t anything he could do here. That he was in over his head, again, and that he shouldn’t have been so reckless. He slapped himself in the face for thinking like an idiot. No, no he could do something. The trainer glanced around, gripped a Pokeball, and noticed other students running off? This was a battle academy! “Don’t mind me-!” Tsuki said to the Medicham, booking it from there. He ran as fast as his lungs would let him, shoving past brawling Pokemon and jumping over the Cyclizar that was chasing after Monique to look for something that would help him get a better view. All the while, he sent a tiny prayer to Arceus that his attacker wasn’t right behind him.

Oh, there was a Rain Dance up? Tsuki tossed a Pokeball over his shoulder. “Baja, hit anything that jumps my way with a Hydro Pump!” He called out.

Finally though, he found a decent perch. Tsuki scrambled onto a trash can and leapt up high onto a lamppost. Holding on for dear life despite the pole being wet with one hand and putting two fingers into his mouth with the other, Tsuki pressed his sneakers into the metal and whistled as loudly as he could at the Uva and Naranja students either not getting involved or outright running away. “WHAT’DYA THINK YOU’RE ALL DOING?!” He yelled, pointing back at the rampaging Fighting types and Starmobile. “I haven’t been this place’s Vice President not to every single one of you guys! I helped you find your Lechonk a few days ago and you over there- YOU CHALLENGED ME LIKE MY FIRST DAY WITH AN ARCTIBAX. Those Team Star jerks are attacking the school- DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT! YA’VE GOT SPECIAL ATTACKS, DON’T YA?!” He made sure to point at them before losing hus grip and falling flat on his butt. If they decided to do anything, he guessed he’d only find out once and if they entered the fray.

Tsuki’s eyes widened when saw just how much a dangerous idiot Eri was being. Baja took the command from earlier and moved in front of his trainer before extending and pointing his cannons at the Starmobile. Whatever fighting type attack came his way, even if the thing barreled down at him directly, there was no way in hell the Blastoise would allow any harm come to his trainer. “Blaaaast…” he started while charging his attack, spurts of water coming out as he aimed. “-TOISE!” The Shellfish Pokemon roared and let loose the iconic move of his line. Professor Oak once said, while giving him a check up whilst he was living with the man for three years, that its cannons were capable of punching holes through steel with water. How much punishment could that Revavroom take?

"Dang it, this is bad," Absinthe spat as all the Fighting-type Pokemon were drained of their Pokemon. This included Abby's Pawmi, who fainted on the spot due to lack of training and therefor not enough energy to endure the energy grain. Gritting her teeth, she recalled Pawmi. "All I've got is Fighting-types! I'm pretty much useless, here!"

"You should step back, then," I told her before recalling all three of the Pokemon I had out. With all of Star's Fighting-types drained, they all either fainted or weren't a threat, anymore. I let Rala back out of her ball. "That Pokemon just absorbed all the Fighing-type energy in the area, so it should be extra weak to Psychic-type moves. Hit it with Psychic," i told her.

Rala nodded in my direction before turning to the car Pokemon just after Sub managed to dodge it. Her shining blue heart crystal made it easier for her to use Psychic-type moves, so the Psychic she used was plenty powerful - just like last time. I didn't think it'd be enough considering how many Pokemon the Starmobile drained of energy, but the more damage she could do to it, the better.

“Cera…” Tristen spoke up. “…I…I mega-evolved. Atticus had a chi converter in here and had an accident with it. It…changed me to this.” Tristen told her. Despite looking like he could tear heaven and earth apart, despite having his own voice reverberate from the massive amounts of power he found himself with, his tone betrays it all. Tristen was utterly scared. This was totally different from when he grabbed the Zapdos Heart during the final battle against Ein and the hordes of Shadow Pokémon. Back then, while Tristen had some indication of it as he ended up having to wade through hordes of Shadow Pokémon, Tristen truly didn’t really realize his mortality until he touched that rock, but even then, didn’t really give it too much of thought at the time, given the stakes. He didn’t really contextualize just how lucky he was until after the fact, when everyone was safe back at the headquarters and was trying to tend to their injuries. Now he was running around with more power than what he knew what to do with which still threatened to take him out by electrical overload and, should he get through that hurdle, who knows what was going to be in for him once this form inevitably runs out just as it did with Leslie. In spite of all he has been through with Snagem, at the end of the day, he was still, for all intents, a young teenager.

Tristen then perked up, more electricity in the air. He looked back towards the exploded chi converter, trying to make sure it was in fact no longer operational then was left to wonder if that chi converter that was trying to enhance those Zoroark twins was not the only one in the vincinity. The mega-evolved Manetric hybrid looked back towards Cera. “…I…I think I need to go. I think I need to help everyone back outside…” Tristen said. “That guy there…he’s with Team Star. Can…you please make sure he doesn’t go anywhere. That Skuntank and Muk are his as well. I don’t think he’s going to be able to do too much; he got electrocuted really bad and of course the exploded machine, but I don’t think we can take any more chances with these guys.” Tristen told him. “I…need to make use of this while I still am able to…sorry…” Tristen said, rushing off, barreling down the halls of the academy in his newfound form to go find Sub, unaware of what was going on back outside.

Reno would only be able to catch a small snippet of Eri's thoughts, but it was enough to tell him that something was clearly happening with the girl. Whoever was directing Team Star at this point had managed to convince them Team Snagem was a force for evil that needed stopping. But it was her actual thoughts and she didn't respond to his psionic call, so what was happening to create this odd state of thought? Some sort of mind-altering substance that had been introduced to them to make them more susceptible to suggestion?

Before he could continue working off of what he managed to gather from Eri, the actual number he had been intending to ring up finally responded. And while he was always willing to shout down someone, Reno decided to exercise restraint in this case. After all, who was he to stop someone mid-monologue? That's when a lot of people felt the need to give over more information than they needed to for getting their point across. This time certainly wasn't too different, although the information he was getting didn't precisely make sense. I mean, what the heck was a lion? Sure wasn't any sort of Pokemon that he had heard of before, Maybe they had meant an evolved Litleo? But then why not call it a Pyroar?

Not that parsing out precisely what is a lion was the thing he was focused on. No, that was moreso Reno doing his best to distract himself from the growing dread of being described a wandering hunter and the fact that this psychic person was proclaiming they could direct it. He had no proof beyond paranoia and the likelihood that knowing what a lion was meant this person knew stuff about other dimensions, but the man's demeanor and pure confidence in this 'lion' kept Reno stuck to the thought that it was about to slip through once again. And then the connection would be severed, the manifestation of a literal Pokemon attack through the telepathic connection doing as much to shock Reno and Kaiden as it did to damage the Alakazam out of amplifying their telepathy.

....wait, the man had been quiet even through Kaiden amplifying Reno's own power? Maybe his connection through Eri had been weak?

Potentially....intentionally so. Just a quiet whisper, like your thoughts to steer you towards different ideas than you might otherwise consider. But it was obviously working on all of Team Star, so how could this thing be this weak and subtle while also covering this many people? That didn't sound like any psychic power that he knew about. And the transmitting a Bug type attack over telepathy was a different trick too. Something here had to make all these odd bits fit together.

He couldn't keep dwelling on the interesting monologue he had just finished receiving, there was vehicular manslaughter about to be committed on his person. Glowing pink for a second, he would teleport himself back onto the rooftops beside his recovering Alakazam just as the Starmobile came roaring through where he had been. Taking a moment to watch for where he could step in, Reno cracked open another Pokeball as he saw the massive wall of gems erect itself and stymie the gigantic machine. Looking over to his Metagross, he would point towards where he could identify at least some points where the Starmobile's structure seemed to come together at support points. "Phemes! Meteor Mash those points! We're going to try and cripple this thing before it can take another run at roadkilling everyone."

Giving a few beeps in response, the Steel type would take off with a glowing fist. She was already running the calculations in her head and while it was hard to determine the precise outcome for hitting these points, any impact to them would be liable to result in stability issues if this followed any sort of traditional design structure.

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On the ground, Leslie would finally break free of her personal melee in time to see the Starmobile begin its out of control careening while the size of a small building. And while she was very confident in her ability to bludgeon things, this was yet another case where just simply smashing was going to end in her getting hit by a vehicle. And being much less likely to recover from it than when Atticus had done it. Thankfully, she remembered very distinctly what she had done to the last one. And they would hopefully have more time to put a more graceful version of the plan into action.

Returning her two Pokemon, Leslie would crack open a third Pokeball and look at her Onix. "Alright, Grunt. See that giant thing that's trying to run us over? I'm gonna need you to tunnel underneath and dig out the ground underneath the back two tires. If it can't get grip, it can't move. Now, go!" Leslie shouted, turning back to face the Starmobile head-on as she heard Grunt getting to work tunneling underground. Hopefully her plan to remove traction to the thing would work out, even if Grunt only managed to remove some earth beneath one tire. After all, any decrease in power would help them to survive.