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Suicune listened on with a frown. It sounded like the Guild was moving to fight some...flying types? She was hesitant to go with them, seeing as how she knew little of their cause...but she did hear something about the "balance". That was suppose to be important, right?

That Cherrim she had inquired had said as much. Maybe she should go with them, just in case.



A rather nervous looking Bulbasaur was just about to enter the Partner-assignment office when the alarm rang. She nearly jumped out of her skin at the sudden noise, looking around in alarm in hopes that someone would explain what that godawful noise was.

Seeing how a lot of people were rushing away, she decided to follow them into the Main hall.

Atra came from Team Azalea.



Cecil, to the rescue!

((Gaia ate my post, so you get this short little abomination instead. I have Biology research to do and have no time to retype everything ;_; ))

Team Cupric headed out the door along with the rest of the guild. On the way out, Oliver happened to glance around. His eyes took in the wall, the alarm, a Bulbasaur he hadn't seen before, Tolin, that one Smeargle, a Suicune, that Fl--

Wait, what?

He looked again, but someone's head was in the way. He tried to look around and was told to hurry up. He did so.

~Sonata~Mikhail
Sonata had arrived with the rest of her guild; standing idly with her team as matters of concern were spoken between the guildmasters. For the moment she tried to keep her distance from Kenna also. Her and the other canine were on solid ground with each other for the moment but unfortunately said ground only consisted of a figurative thin sheet of ice. It wasn't that voices were ever raised or anything at each other, Sonata surely would have hated that, but when the two were possibly subconsciously after the same goal the well managed dislike was understandable. The Absol simply tagged along as quiet as always until the collective of guilds suddenly found themselves in a kerfuffle as usual. She being forced to play along of course and do her part, a slashing down of a Swellow sufficing enough as she barely managed to stray one of the birds from the flock.
Mikhail, also having traveled along with his guild, was at the moment taking a defensive stance hovering above Eira. Granted they both had the upper hand against the enemy, it was still etched into his head that she was far to frail and feminine to participate in any such fighting, even after seeing what she was capable of. In that moment a duo of Altaria came too close to his precious guildmaster for comfort and he proceeded to maneuver himself away from her for just a second to take care of said problem. Within a blink of an eye there was a pile of cloud-looking down separate from two blue bodies which were slowly getting more pallid as blood escaped from where fragile wings used to be. He wasn't about to take any chances against the possibility of the only thing meaningful in his life getting harmed.

(-3 Flying types)
~Raven
"I-I'll be fine."
It was fortunate that Raven was able to even stutter out an answer after the slew of fearful thoughts that were presented to him. Granted if he wasn't told anything to begin with he would have been fine facing such an enemy, but just the fact that he was questioned by his teammates to if he was able to handle things or not was enough to send him into a mental spiraling panic. Would he return home to his family alive? What if he ends up with one of those post-war mental issues? What if he's eaten alive by birds? These and many more were only the beginning of stressful questions to enter the Lucario's head. Not that stuff like this happened on a daily basis or anything. From that point on he trailed ever so slightly behind his team, the worrying continuing onward with a nervous twitch accompanying it every so often. Once in battle though, as usual, the story changed completely and without missing a beat the wings of a nearby Noctowl were punctured to the point of no longer being able to retain flight by means of carefully placed aura-sphere bullets. He not being in the mood to deal with the guilt of causing death today, severely injuring though to the point of incapacitating was another story.

(-1 Flying type)

Suicune moved at a leisurely pace, staying far off to the side of the Guild, far enough that she was simply a wisp on the horizon. The Guild was a large gathering of Mortals, and she really did not want to deal with them.

She frowned at the sight of the merged trees, puzzled as to their nature. How did they grow like that, as to form an impenetrable wall? She moved her way a bit closer, reluctant to be so near the Mortals once more -she saw the gazes directed at her when she entered the guild- but she needed to know what was going on.

She watched as from the Scyther sprang some phantom unknown to Suicune, who blew apart a hole in the line of trees. She winced at the display, silently apologizing to the plants.

Suicune made her way through the hole before the others, darting in as no more than a blur of blue. She immediately moved into the concealing underbrush of the forest, glad for the shield against mortal eyes, as she took in the scene for herself.

As the battle erupted as the wind began to lash in every which direction, Suicune remained unmoving, untouched. She easily countered the Tailwind with her own, creating a dome of calm about her. She was still hesitant to join the fight, so for now she simply observed.

At least until a Dodrio charged in from between two trees at her. Suicune easily dodged aside, landing softly on her feet as the bird tried to stop its momentum and promptly ran face-first into a treetrunk. Suicune calmly breathed a layer of ice over it, trapping its legs and two of its head against the ground and tree, as the third head squawked angrily.

With a claw Suicune swiped off the necklace around the bird's neck and examined it.

(-1 Flying type)



Melissa did not like this. Maybe she shouldn't have come with the guild. Flying types...they had sharp beaks that tore easily through her delicate flesh...and the wind! Even though she had a rather low centre-gravity it didn't change the fact that she didn't weigh very much.

She nearly flipped onto her side from the force of the wind, just in time to see a Crobat flying at her. Panicking, her vines dug deep into her bag and grabbed the first Orb that she thought would save her.

She disappeared and reappeared elsewhere, finding herself face-to-face with a burnt and rather angry looking Scyther. Much younger-looking than the one that had lead them here. And much more angry.

With another cry she pulled out a second Wonder Orb, and activated it. The Bug-type was hurled back from her even as the Bulbasaur herself was pushed back from some recoil, to land on her back.

Atra meanwhile, was very very confused when the scyther he was facing suddenly disappeared to be replaced by a Crobat. With an irritated growl he ripped the Poison type's wings off with fire-enforced teeth. Best not to question the madness that seemed to follow the Guild.

((-1 flying types, there's now a burnt Scyther thrown somewhere randomly in the fray. Hooray for Switcher and Hurl orbs! ))


The sound of metal resounding on metal could be clearly heard from where Cecil did battle. A rather young Skarmory was before him, the two furiously slashing and stabbing, countering and parrying at each other in a contest of swordsmanship.

Cecil danced with his Tail-Sword expertly, but was unable to find any breaks in his enemy's defence. The Skarmory was well-armoured, but the warrior was reluctant to resort to other means. The Steel-type slashed across with its wing, and Cecil quickly darted backwards, then right back in, stabbing with his aim at the bird's red feathers.

It was a hit! His sword went through the delicate portion of the wing, drawing blood. The Skarmory screeched and hopped backwards, suddenly fear in his eyes. Blood flowed freely from the centre shaft of the feather he had severed. It was a Blood Feather. If the Skarmory did not get immediate medical attention he may well bleed to death.

Cecil darted back in, unwilling to give his opponent the chance to flee. Either the Skarmory would die or he would give in. The steel-type seemed intent on fighting though, and opened its mouth, letting out a sound that's hard to describe. It wasn't pleasant though, and the Metal Sound jarred the warrior to the core, stopping him temporarily. Enough time for the Skarmory to jump at him with a violent peck, flailing at the Smeargle with razor-sharp wings.

Cecil stumbled back, doing his best to fight off the attacks, but the peck had gone deep into his shoulder. He grabbed his sword from his limp right arm with his left hand, but he was not a left-handed fighter. The cuts began to land on him with more frequency and more severity.

((Cecil needs help. Luna, if Frost does it then I can finally get Cecil into the Morning star guild, pretty please? ))