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Atra turned sharply at the sound of the Arcanine screaming pretty loudly. The Flareon swore loudly, recognizing the legendary from his studies.

"Thanks a lot for giving us a note that actually had any useful information and told us what we're fighting so we can prepare properly you @$$&^%*. A little 'You're fighting the God of Volcanoes' would have been nice. I'd have brought along a Rainy Orb or two perhaps. At least have told us before Heatran showed up, before we came here!?" Atra spat at Mercutio before turning to face the threat.

The Overheat that washed over them took no effect over the Flareon, who's fur expanded outwards to actually draw in as much of the heat as possible. Atra felt power course through him as he absorbed the attack, his body temperature rising to levels dangerous for most Pokemon to be near him. Which he promptly didn't care and hoped that the Gallade would simply roast alive from being near Fire-type.

The rock beneath Atra's feet was starting to melt by the time he reached his max. With an angry huff he dove into his spellcasting, and released the magic as the Heatran got a bit closer, the Earth Plate strapped onto his back augmenting its power.

The ground beneath Heatran spiked up, rumbling and cracking and breaking apart.

Sherman immediately started to cower behind a Protect Shield.

((...Earthquake is 4x Super effective against Heatran + Made more powerful by the Earth Plate. I'm gonna tone down the actual damage number and say 5. ))



Cecil winced against the attack, feeling the heat burn at his fur. He held his breath after taking a sharp inhale, the hot air scorching his lungs. His eyes watered and stung, and he knew that unless if he did something right now he would not last long.

He saw the jagged cracks that appeared beneath them as a Flareon unleashed an earthquake, and he jumped into the shadows it provided, following them towards their enemy.

He burst out of the crack nearby, stabbing his tail into the creature's side before very quickly being overwhelmed by the heat emanating from its body. He very very quickly retracted his sword tail, the metal starting to melt. In a flash of light it transformed back into his normal tail, slightly burnt. He dove back into the shadows, ignoring the temptation to Sketch the Overheat in order to give himself a way to counter it.

This was a Legendary, a legendary with a Signature Move. His mission was to sketch every Move, and Heatran had something only he could give Cecil. The Smeargle waited patiently within the shadows, hoping to see Magma Storm.

((-1))

"Heatran?" Of course it was Heatran. It was probably the hottest pokemon in existence. Though, Puer only recognized it as a part of an initiative taken by Tolin; his team leader had taught him a lot of things. Typings, tactics, legendaries, using the field... He had actually learned a lot through the quiet spoken lessons he had gotten every day for a long time.

Not that he had heard any of them for a while now.

The overheat moved over his body with little incident. Many things could hurt him, but a fire attack was not one of them. His evolutions literally lived in lava without any ill side-effects. A rhyhorn was not nearly as temperature-proof as it's evolution, but they were far from weak. If it was sustained long enough, it could kill him... but the same would happen to the rest of the guild just as fast, if not much sooner. But first, it would have to cook his exterior.

Which wouldn't happen; he didn't intend to idly wait there while the heat boiled his blood. Not like it had last time. A compact Shadow Ball was fired the moment he recognized the Legendary's arrival. It was a favored tactic of a certain Scyther... one of the ones he had been taught. He dashed forwards, his heavy body ignoring the cracks that sprung up from the earthquake. His horn came in low and shot upwards when he reached Heatran in an attempt to either flip or simply gouge the legendary.

((Tackle, Shadow Ball. 2))

When the Heatran appeared, Oliver, who still had Chuck restrained with one arm, used the other to climb onto Celsus, who, along with Imiti, took to the air. Thus, they were not completely devastated when the legendary Pokemon attacked. Singed, of course, but not as devastated as they would have been, given that this was a team mostly of unevolved Pokemon.

A rain of Bubble Beams, Water Guns, Dragon Rage blasts, and Powder Snow began assaulting the Heatran from above. If anyone looked up, they would see Celsus a hundred or two feet in the air, Oliver and Chuck on his back, and Imiti floating beside him, all but the Charmander firing projectiles.

(-6. Super-effective Bubble Beam and Water Gun, Dragon Rage, and Powder Snow)

[[let's pretend I was already here -_-; If you have a problem with that, contact me and I'll delete my post]]

Desdemona instantly fainted from the Overheat from the Heatran.
"Desdemona!" Anastasia cried as she saw the Mawile fold up in a useless heap. The Overheat hurt the rest of them badly, but not as bad as Desdemona. Reginald growled at the Heatran and spread his legs out in a fighting stance, his head low to the ground. He sprang forward and bashed the Pokemon's foreleg with a Tackle. Anastasia, seeing Desdemona was okay but out of the fight, rushed at the Heatran and closed in on it, lashing out a clawful paw to Scratch it. The attack left not so much of a mark than a faint suggestion of one.
(total of -1 against Heatran. Weak, huh?)

Atra was glaring daggers at Mercutio by this point. Was that idiot deaf as well? The Flareon has been practically screaming at him since before they came here.

I should quit the guild, right now. Anyone who's important at all is an idiot. (Except for Pluto, but Pluto is a jerk and Atra doesn't want anything to do with his father ever since Molly died.) He fumed.

Well, there were lots of people clustered around the Legendary again, like always, so the flareon switched tactics. It was a move he's barely used since he's evolved, but in the current scenario the weakening of the Heatran will outweigh the disadvantage of weakening himself.

A short spell later clouds began to gather in the sky, covering the sun. Water began to pour down in the form of heavy rain, called by the Flareon's Rain Dance.

Residual magic he still had left from the spell peeled off of him into a small ball of light, which quickly zoomed across the field to hit a Shiny Marshtomp, fading harmlessly.

The Heatran roared in rage, stamping the ground with both front legs. The ground beneath him quieted from the Earthquake attacks, sealing back up under his Earth Power. Fire began to swirl all around the legendary in a wide circle, and small pieces of rock rose up from the ground. They flew through the fire, glowing red hot as they headed for various members of the guild.

One splattered against Sherman's protect shield, significantly weakening it. The Salamence yelped as some got through, little droplets of molten rock. They solidified quickly now that they were so small and isolated, and he ended up being showered with many many hot rocks that stun and burnt at his wings.

With a whine the Salamence took off into the air, wanting to get as far away from this fight as he could.

Where the rain coming down neared the Heatran of its flames, it evaporated with a constant hiss, filling the area with steam.

((It's now raining!
Kaiyou's now has Helping Hand in effect.))



As the cracks sealed Cecil was forced to come out of the shadows or risk being trapped in the ground. He grimaced as fire erupted all around the Legendary in a large circle, but he gathered his courage and leaped through the curtain of flames, his tail once more a sword. He could barely see through the flames and the mist, but he did his best to aim his attack.

He stabbed at its eye before quickly retreating into the shadows right under the Legendary himself. Gods is he ever glad he learned Shadow-walking.

((-1))

~Kewnew~Kyle

Kewnew would have been all fine and dandy in her unconscious state for at least another good ten minutes if it wasn't for the fact that a dervish of fire and molten rock was heading directly into her vicinity...Getting out of the way not exactly being in her capabilities at the moment either.
In the meantime, Kyle finally had his attention drawn away from his task at hand one a cloud of steam and a light trickle of rain hindered both his vision and his well being respectively. Shaking off the water as it collected on his fur the slightly attention span troubled Flareon examined his surroundings and proceeded to understand the gravity of situation. Without hesitation he proceeded to fire off a slew of Shadow Balls in the direction which he assumed the enemy was.

(-2 from multiple ineffective Shadow Balls)