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Emerging from the grave of thrown dirt, stick and rock like a zombie in the night, Sorano groaned as the spot where Never hit shivered his insides. His Flareon raised to all fours and shook what mess had caught itself in his fluff, debating if the idea of a bath sounded good enough if he was considering suicide. Blood rippled like little streams outside the little cuts here or there along Sorano's frame. He'd survive though . . . he'd been through worse.

Watching as Deimos and his posse made their retreat, he knew not how to stop them. He concentrated more on attending to his fellow Pokemon, withdrawing the still frozen Whinny and trying to calm his Raichu. Sorano even slipped the Galatic Ball onto his belt for good measure . . . since loosing it would likely have him lose his head. Was this over or was it the start of a new beginning?

Repo'd been quite happy to lie still and focus on getting air in and out of his remaining lung and to wish that the world would stop going all fuzzy and that his body would stop throbbing. Every time his heart beat he seemed to hurt more. Ow. Ow. If only Arceus would bless him with unconsciousness...

...And suddenly someone was beside him. Saleen, he could gather, because the hazy form swimming in his vision was very pink. That or Laidir hadn't really gone back into his pokeball after all. But it was talking ,so it couldn't be the Jigglypuff. He grunted, very slowly breathing in enough air to attempt to talk. Shallow gasps weren't enough to manage words, he'd found. If it had been, he likely would have screamed at least once.

"...Chest..." He wheezed, still prone. Everything still hurt, and he wasn't dumb enough to try to sit up again. "Think...rib...punctured m'lung..." Owwww. Okay, no more talking. It hurt a little too much. Vaguely he wondered if they'd have to leave him here. He certainly wouldn't be clambering back over the downed trees to the van any time soon.

"I am absolutely fine," said Frost flatly to Xander. His ashen face, bleeding lip, and the multiple cuts in his uniform said otherwise, as did the way he continued to way slighty. He felt another surge of dizziness coming on then, however, and so a moment after insisting the was noting wrong with him he grabbed Xander's shoulder for support. "May be slightly dizzy," he muttered, trying desperately to keep his grip firm and to stop his knees from buckling. There was a job to do here. He could not afford the luxury of fainting in a pathetic heap.

'Of course he was fine.' Alexander thought sarcastically. He held still when the older man held on to stabilize his self. He watched him worriedly with a frown as the other struggled in his own way. "What hurts? Or should I ask what doesn't hurt?" he asked Frost before very carefully and gently slipping his arm around his back to help keep him up. He wasn't sure if Frost would be happy with this but at the moment he was too concerned to let that stop him.

Tambrey was shaking her head, gritting her teeth and trying to find some way of holding her arm to make it hurt less. There didn't seem to be one. Her thoughts continued to be somewhat muddled and a little fast.

As Panther addressed her, she looked over at him blearily.
"Tha' little spiky thing made m' ears hurt." She told him earnestly, then seemed to remember something else. "I think I cracked a rib..." Aha. There was pain, yes. Ow! But, at least the pain was good to break through her daze a little. "... My arm may be broken."

Palu looked at Panther and hopped urgently. Good. A human. He could make the featherless not-bendy again, perhaps. She watched Swiftwing fly off and was half tempted to go too, but worry for her trainer (and for the bat now tucked in his ball) kept her where she was.

Lore watched as the Galactics escaped. They could potentially try to chase them down, but it really didn't seem worth it. In their escape they'd left behind the remains of their mecha, their galactic ball prototype and several unconscious grunts. Team Rocket had won.

"Alright.. who here has Pokémon large enough to carry the wounded back to the trucks? We got what we came for."

Oh…that sounded bad…far beyond what Saleen could do. Esther managed to appear at this point, she had been lurking in the shadows. But she wasn’t big enough to carry him…so what should….Saleen looked around for something she could so, she wasn’t sure if she could lift Repo. “Hold on , I will go get help. Esther watch him.” said Saleen as she stood up and looked around, trying to find some one who could help her. They needed to either get the cars here, or somehow get these injured people back to the cars…now which seemed easiest…if someone had a big pokemon like an arcanine that could carry the injured, they could try and carry them back to the SUVs….

Just then Lorvan said what she had been thinking, but sadly Saleen didn’t have any large enough. Hopefully someone did…Lorevan had a gyarados but…it might be too hard for them to hang onto with how badly hurt they were… plus if he didn’t offer his pokemon to help, he probably wasn’t going to anyways. Saleen frowned and looked around…fallen trees…maybe they could make make a quickie stretcher to carry the wounded on…would that work?

Perhaps as a strange blessing, Repo shortly lost consciousness after giving his self-assessment to Saleen. His breathing became even more rapid, and if one looked closely, they would be able to see the slow purpling of his lips--cyanosis, a clear sign that despite his frantic and labored breathing, he was not getting enough oxygen.

At least unconscious, the potentially jarring return trip would be spared him.