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The punch split his lip, which was annoying, but it didn't stop him from swinging his branch around again. The only effect of his second attack, however, was to clip the back of the grunt's shoulder as he turned to run. What the?...

Oh dear.

As the grass type lunched Seed Flare, Frost only had time to close his eyes and shield his face. The force of the attack hurled him through the air, and slammed him into one of the Ariados' legs. For some moments he lay motionless, all the breath knocked out of him. It then came to his attention that he was in rather a lot of pain; no doubt those seeds had caused some unpleasant cuts, and he suspected that he'd cracked his ribs on the robot. His neck hurt too actually, probably whiplash. He was not happy. He was covered in mud, and now in blood, and there was oil in his hair... He was also lying under a rather unstable robot. This was not the most sensible place in the world to be.

Steeling himself for further pain and carefully schooling his face against expression, Frost heaved himself to his feet; he might not be able to do anything about the pallor of his face, but he refused to show any more sign of weakness than that. A wave of dizziness swept over him as he managed to get upright, and he was forced to steady himself on the Ariados' leg for a moment. Once the world stopped spinning he straightened his back and started towards the other rockets as quickly as he was able. This, however, was not especially quickly.

((Note for staff: If it's cool, I'm actually going to get Repo MORE hurt than his roll would dictate. Because it'll work for a later plot for him getting his metagross, and because...well if he gets hurt he obviously won't be driving one of the SUVs later!))

The sight of what could only be his own Jigglypuff flying through the air to collide with the galactic ball stopped Repo in his tracks. How...? What had that puff been up to? Obviously it'd gotten on top of the ariados...he'd almost forgotten about it in the chaos. Thankfully it knocked the ball into one of their own's (admittedly frozen) hands. Jigglypuff flopped to the ground, and got to his feet. He staggered, clearly a little stunned from the hard collision, but not quite to fainting yet.

He was too worried about his pokemon to notice the tiny hedgehog drop down into their midst. "Laidir, use--!" The words were ripped out of his mouth as the shockwave washed over him, sending him flying into the same chunk of ice that had Sorano's hands captive. He felt a particularly jagged chunk dig into his back, and felt at least one thing snap inside, and a muted sort of popping feeling...

The attack faded, and sense returned. He could hear and see the fight still going on, including the shattering of the ice block that had so roughly ended his flight through the air (Where was Laidir? Where? Had he gotten to safety? Or was he out cold somewhere? He had to be alright!) but for some reason the slightest attempt to sit up sent pain shooting through him. He caught his breath in a gasp, which rewarded him with an even worse burst of pure agony. His head swam, and he panted, lying still and trying to catch his breath. It seemed absurdly hard to get enough oxygen...

When the Shaymin was released Alexander hit the deck. He hid behind a tree, curled into a ball and kept his face covered. There would be NO allergies for him! Miraculously because of this the Shaymin's attack...didn't hit him at all. Once the attack passed Xander uncurled and peeked out from behind the tree to see if anyone was injured and needed help.

Conrad had almost given chase after the Galactic's but had been distracted by the little grass legendary pokemon. He yelped when he was sent flying from the attack and only landing on his feet against the robot kept him from being knocked out, as it was he was wobbling pretty badly.

Zack had been insulted that the grass pokemon would try and take him out like that. His response to the seed flare was to use ember again. This only partially worked and left the area around him burning because of flaming seeds. But he was still conscious!

((trying to get caught up XD damage rolling!))

Lore's eyes widened as the startling attack ripped across the clearing. This was more than enough incentive to join in. He pushed away from his tree and sprinted ahead to his team. "Espresso, Cappuccino, leech seeds, both of you!"

"Whimsa!" Both of the whimsacotts chimed in unison. Without delay they headed into the field of injured Rockets and Pokémon, planting leech seeds among any battered pidgey or rattata who hadn't passed out yet. Little green orbs of light started floating over the field toward the injured. The sad amount of energy from the tiny pokémon wasn't enough to truly heal anyone, but it would at least help stabilize anyone in dire condition.

( Hayes. Stop being so good at blending into the background. )

A grubby-looking Pikachu and Glaceon emerged from the ground looking not too worse for wear as they looked around for Hayes.

There was a muffled "s**t" from somewhere in the bushes. Nemerle huffed and gravitated toward the sound.

After assessing the situation, Saleen had noted that Sorano had the G-Ball now. All that left was…well…everything else! “Esther!” Saleen called out, trying to find the missing umbreon. Saleen noticed the people who were hurt as she quickly ran over to the nearest person, who happened to be Repo “Oh! Are you okay?” ….wrong question. She reached into her bag and pulled out a quickie first aid kit she had brought. It should hopefully help do the job to get people patched up well enough to go home! And surely someone else had one to! Were there any medical staff around? “Where does it hurt?” she asked him. She knew a bit about medical attention, but she was no doctor. Heck, she was no NURSE even. She wasn’t trained to be a medical expert, but she was hoping she could at least help.