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Thankfully the airborne pair weren't close enough to be hit by the brunt of the explosion, but the sheer force of the immensely powerful attack still sent Odette tumbling through the air with a surprised shriek of confusion. Claire made a similar scream that was cut off as she fell off her beloved Pidgeot and plummeted towards the cold, hard floor.

Odette had been aiming for a window and as such, had been above everyone's heads and therefore a good ten feet or so from the ground. Falling from such a distance usually wasn't a huge problem, except of course, if you could land properly. Unfortunately for Claire, hampered by her dress, could not. She landed on one of the chairs near the sides of the room and it immediately toppled over, and a sickening crack echoed dully from under her as she groaned, squeezing her eyes shut with a hiss of pain. She managed to roll over onto her hands and knees - or rather, hand and knees. Kneeling back, she cradled her left arm in her good hand, cursing under her breath as she looked around for her bird.

She didn't have to look too long due to the concerned bird quickly hopping over, trying to avoid stepping on the bits of broken glass and broken chandelier pieces. Claire offered a grateful smile before she stood up shakily, bits of debris falling off the front of her dress as she got back on Odette, pinning her broken arm between her body and the bird's back, wrapping her good arm, though covered in cuts and scrapes from so many sharp bits of glass and other metalware, around the Pidgeot's neck. "Let's go," she whispered, and the bird immediately flew back into the air, heading for the nearest open window.

There was an anxious whine and the tinkling of glass - no, crystals probably, it was that kind of building. Half her body felt hot as the lights that had briefly blazed, but other parts strangely cold, and there was a stiffness in her side.

Noise throbbed in her ears; the world groaned and turned over, and there was light. It was furry, and something licked her cheek.

That was odd. Her dress hadn't been sequined before.

Nadja put a hand to the crystals piercing through a bodice that was turning a deeper red and looked at the brassy swoop of metal, far too close for comfort, following the graceful line up to what started to make sense as the remains of the chandelier.

It had been the decision to leave that saved her; she'd been on the outskirts of the impact, caught by one of the minor arms. But it had knocked her to the ground and now lay on her leg, and the dangling crystals and shattering bulbs had gone everywhere.

"Moloch." He was there. She reached into his mane, extracting the Pokeballs she'd hidden there earlier, and enlarged one.

Hardwood flooring cracked under the weight of a Metagross, who wasted no time in assessing the situation. Red eyes locked on the chandelier's arm, which started to glow with psychic energy. The metal warped, bent, and groaned, curving up and away to the jingle of crystals and sharp pain in her leg that made her hiss.

Well that's certainly broken.

"Help me up," she told the two; there was still screaming and exclamation everywhere, but it was muted, and something warm was running down the side of her neck as the Arcanine shoved his head gently under her arm, offering his bulk as an impromptu crutch as she tried to rise.

[Nadja]

Running across the floor in pursuit of his Luxray, Seth slipped once on broken glass, but quickly caught himself and kept going. What he saw, horrified him. The fallen and broken remains of the chandelier were everywhere. Injured people were scattered about, moaning and groaning, and he passed them all as he continued to follow Raion.

The Luxray winced as bits of glass embedded themselves into his paw pads, but ignored the pain for now. He then skidded to a stop as he came upon Nadja and her Pokemon. "Ray ray!" The Pokemon shouted to his owner.

"Nadja!" Seth bellowed, his voice strained with worry as he came to a stop and quickly assessed the situation. It wasn't pretty.

"s**t."

(Sorano)

Faleen let out a soft breath of relief to see that he was at least being semi responsive.
“We’re getting out of here” She told him, even if he wasn’t able to hear here.

Absol growled and snapped at people that got to close, ripping many a dress and slicking many a wound as they shoved their way through panicking people, Faleen and the white pokemon working together to quickly get Sorano out of the building.

Once out Faleen broke away from the masses swarming out of the building any way the can, a lot of people taking to the air.
She instead headed toward the street, getting across and into an Ally she knew the escape vehicle had been placed.

Umbreon was already out; he didn’t leave himself out in the open however, standing in the darkness of the building.
When he saw his Master though, he pushed himself up, unable to make any noise with the pokeballs in his mouth. Instead he ran out to meet her, staying clear since she was carrying another Rocket with Absol.
He hesitated when she reached the dark van, growling softly when she used one hand to throw the door open.
“Set him down, set him down” she instructed, trying to be as careful as she could in getting the Agent into the van.
Huffing a couple of times to catch her breath, before she dropped, and sat next to him.

(Hayes)

There was a slow realization of her circumstances as all the screaming of the party guests and crunching of glass finally reached her. Aila was overwhelmed by it all, and she found herself on the verge of dizziness as she attempted to sort out all of what had just happened.

"Wait..." Miraculously, she had somehow kept all three of the pokeballs within her reach, and she recalled their respective occupants. At the tug on her arm, she stumbled along behind Hayes. She would be furious later, immensely so, but a passing glance over the state of the dance hall made it quite obvious that a safe escape was a priority over anger.

Nadja looked up through a disheveled sweep of red hair at the approaching man. A ruby line of blood had started to pool in the crevices of her collarbone, slick and bright, in sharp contrast to her ashen skin.

"Oh," she murmured dazedly, but even then the tone of her voice was unmistakable. "You're-" Her sentence stopped with a sharp breath as something shifted; Moloch froze, ears instantly flat against his head, and eyed Seth with an uncertain rumble, not sure to class him as help or hindrance at this point.

"Let Talos do it," the elite said in a little voice. "Leave them in, keep me still."

Once TRP had spotted Hayes, seeing he was taking care of Aila, she turned her efforts to ensuring all the other Rockets got out, informing any who didn't know that it was time to leave and offering any necessary assistance to the waiting cars.