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The fancy movement as Zeus avoided the brunt of the explosion and was throttled away by the sheer force of the shock wave didn't go unnoticed. The wave of it blew back Henrietta's hair, not that it mattered - she was far enough away to avoid damage, as was Melty.

"Minwisp," Henrietta whispered, Melty would be the only one to catch it. The Pikachu talked too much, Melty thought.

He'd minimize under Zeus as he leaped through the air at where he should've been, causing Zeus to miss and then, while either Zeus landed with Melty extremely close, or with Zeus passing over him(in other words if his trajectory was to land face first into Melty, or go straight at him would be the respective positionings) Melty would release a Wil-O-Wisp. The distance? Point blank. Zeus? He was either in the air with no footing, no time to twist himself and use his tail or an extended limb to get away. Or, he'd just landed and had absolutely no time to shift his momentum in enough time to escape.

"At height," Henrietta said as Zeus moved himself into the air. It was a trick of careful aiming. Melty released a Wil-O-Wisp at Zeus who had no room to dodge once he had started to descend. The first of a two hit combo, to give him a burn while he was falling, the attack aimed carefully to hit where Zeus was going to be.

"Tail length," Henrietta's next order came. Because of Iron Tail, Melty had been able to judge Zeus' length of his tail. The Hex would come at a time where he wouldn't be able to use any limbs or his tail to shift himself to safety, in other words, Melty intended to burn and then strike down Zeus with a powered up Hex.

And all he had to do was trade these two moves for what? Two discharges.

Of course, is Zeus somehow had room for more than two discharges, Melty had room for more Hexes, but the fall shouldn't take that long.

The all around attack wasn't something Henrietta was far enough away from the escape. Since the battle had shifted beyond Melty's metaphorical corner, it had shifted closer to Henrietta who winced with each passing Discharge but thankfully she didn't seem to drop from the assault, instead gritting her teeth and wincing as her fingers tightened their curl, nails digging into palms.

((I haaaate graphics cards.))

((at its best.))

((Sorry we couldn't finish our battle. But based on where that battle was going, I'd say you won. Good fight))

((So you want me to post like I won? o.o))

((This whole week's gonna be busy for me, but I have break next week so I'll probably be more active. In any case, hopefully I'll have a post later today so you're not left hanging, Zamaku))

((This post is procrastination I shouldn't be doing, since I have to create a speech by the end of the week that I'm totally unprepared for. Which means I might have a Salieri post for later.))

“Wait! Come back! You still haven’t earned your complimentary JUNIOR RANGER BAAAAADGE!”

But it was too late. Luka was already gone. The Ranger shook his head and began to walk, scanning the horizon for his pokemon. “Sazuuuu! Are you out there!?”

He stopped walking to think. Maybe his boss would be able to help him out.

Uh, is anybody listening? Boss, are you there?
Yes, I’m here Crofton. What’s your status?
I’ve lost Luka McFly. He ran off to the pokemon center when I asked him to come get a Ranger lesson so he could learn proper safety-
I’m sorry, Crofton. I think I misinterpreted your message. You did what, exactly?
I, uh, may have offered a Ranger class so he could better learn terrain and-
Listen to me. I’ve told you already, this isn’t acting. You can’t oversell the performance, Crofton. This is espionage, for god’s sake.

Crofton scratched the back of his head, and saw something plow through the sand in the distance. It must have been Sazu. Sorry, boss.
Sachiko, what’s your position?
I’m closing in on Takashi. He’s with Lord N on Narrow Street.

A big green Jeep slowed down next to Crofton, with a Venomoth hovering in the driver’s seat. Two strands of String Shot silk connected her wings to the wheel, and she applied Psychic pressure to the brake pedal to bring the Jeep to a stop.

You and Crofton are switching assignments. Luka McFly is heading to the pokemon center. Converse with him once he’s getting his pokemon healed.
Oh, goddamnit. That’s halfway across the city. What’d you do this time, Crofton? Did you try to give him a lift in the Raaaaaanger Mobile-bile-bile-bile? Hahahahaha!
Shut up, witch! The Ranger Mobile is a source of pride amongst the Ranger Class!
You DID NOT just call me a witch! Crofton, you better start making all your meals from now on, or your next one might be your last-
I missed the part where my team’s assignment was to destroy itself from the inside out. You’re both wasting time. Get going.

Crofton snorted as he hopped into the Ranger Mobile. Sazu severed her String Shots and fluttered over so Crofton could sit in the driver’s seat. He put his foot to the gas and accelerated back towards the city.

Roger, boss.

Aye aye, captain….

****

Lord N, are you there? Lord N, this is Reid Kasunik, of Bronius’s team.

N stopped in his tracks before turning the corner into the alley. This was telepathy. A rare form of communication for him, since he could simply talk to pokemon, and telepathy was primarily used for human to pokemon relations. But he still had some experience in dealing with it.

Yes, you have reached me. What is it you want, Reid?
I have a favor to ask of you, Lord. Please, do not give Takamaru back his Karrablast. Not yet.

Reid had hacked into N’s senses and judged the situation. N would remember to feel disdain later, when he was sure Reid was not skimming his surface thoughts. It also must have meant Reid was close by. At least close enough to view N from a distance.

The green haired trainer did not move. If he looked anywhere for Reid’s position, he could tip Takamaru off to something. And this was already a delicate situation as it was. N recalled when Henrietta had gotten Darumi back. He shuddered when thinking of E’s arrival.

And why do you ask this?
I’m close to Lancer’s position, and I plan on having Takamaru chase him through the city. Please sir, it’s for advantageous tactical research. I only need a minute to put this into motion

It was hard for N not to think about how much he disliked the Psychic at this moment. Using pokemon for tactical advantages. So human. But he had been advised by the Sages to allow Reid’s team to operate as best he could.

Very well. I’ll handle this.

N stepped forward and looked down the alley. “…he’s not here. I was just with him a few minutes ago,” the trainer told Takamaru, straight faced.

Lancer was on an alley perpendicular to the one N stared down, but N left that detail out. He would buy Reid the minute he needed.

Then again, he wouldn't stop Takamaru from searching the alleys on his own.

"He must have gotten tired of waiting for me. I'm sure he's close by." He turned on his heel and spun away to leave. With his back to Takamaru, he smiled to himself.

"Give my best to Lancer."