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Desdemona silently cursed herself for not coming sooner. How could she have missed the alarm? Anastasia ran along beside her,
"Where's Reginald?" She asked.
"I don't know, but there's no time for that now. We can't wait for him; let's go!" Desdemona shouted back. She immediately darted toward an oncoming Jumpluff and whacked it overhead with her heavy steel jaws. As it tumbled away, it shot a stream of Bullet Seeds. Desdemona scrambled away, trying to keep her balance against the ever changing flow of wind. The Jumpluff flew close again and shot another round of Bullet Seeds, this time hitting her. She got up to her feet and grabbed the Cottonweed Pokemon out of the air with her jaws and squeezed down tight in a Vice Grip. She released it when she felt it not struggling anymore and it fell to the ground limply.
Anastasia was, too, struggling with her balance. A Pelliper came close and swept its powerful wings, creating a fair sized cyclone her direction. Anastasia braced for impact, seeing she couldn't get away without being blown away. The cyclone sent her flying off and she grabbed a branch of a nearby tree. She stedied herself and the Wingull returned. As it flew in close to attack, she launched herself at it and dug her claws in as not to be blown away again. She raked her claws across its throat pouch and Bit its head and wings. She leapt off of the bird as it plummeted towards the ground and landed lightly on her feet, only to be tossed about with the wind once more.
(-2 Flying types)

Team Cupric arrived at the fort of trees, having been delayed by something or other on the way there. Imiti got off Celsus and stuck his head into the hole. There appeared to be a massive battle consisting of the guild versus a group of massive flying types. As soon as he finished reporting this to the rest of the team, Oliver, having heard something, tackled Chuck to the ground as the excess energy from a Hyper Beam broke through the wall right where the Charmander's head had been.

Celsus peered through the hole. "Imiti, get me and Oliver right behind that Pidgeot! The Abra obliged,
crack
and electrically charged jaws buried themselves into the Pidgeot's tail while Oliver jumped onto its back and buried both knives there. Then he grabbed some feathers and hung on for dear life.

Having gotten Celsus and Oliver there, Imiti
crack
was back outside the fort to where Chuck was. Very, very quickly.

(-3~4 Pidgeot: Thunder Fang and double stabby)

Cecil was coherent enough to see a flash of light blue, then flames. He could hear the sounds of battle, but could not turn to see it properly. He didn't hurt much -the adrenaline in his system did not allow for it at the moment- but he knew that he was badly injured. His fur was wet and matted, and his tail slackened and fell limp as it returned to normal.

Without the bird right up against him though, he could safely slip into the shadows without taking the Skarmory with him. From the safety of the other plane he saw clearly then the one who had saved him.

Until he passed out. The guy lost quite a bit of blood.



Suicune was more than a little surprised when a green blur crashed through a branch and landed right in front of her. It was a Scyther. Its exoskeleton was marred black and he smelled of fire. It groaned and tried to get up, but a quick slap of the legendary's paw across its head rendered it unconscious.

A Hyper Beam flew above her, but the Suicune took it calmly as it passed. She then leaped up onto the branch of a tree, the winds calming around her, the razor-sharp feathers losing momentum and dropping at her presence. The North Wind was hers to command.

From her high perch she could see the centre of the maelstrom. Another Hyper Beam went out from there, and Suicune aimed for the source of the attack. She stepped back to balance on her hind legs, her mouth open as energy gathered in a light ball of blue.

She has seen enough. There was too much death, too much fighting on both sides. She knew that if she stopped this flying type the battle would end and the needless bloodshed would come to a halt.

A Hyper Beam flew at the Pidgeot, swirls of an Aurora Beam spiralling around it.

((-1 flying type, -a lot to Pidgeot))



Atra noticed then the Bulbasaur flailing on her back as the attacks approached. She looked familiar. The Flareon took one look at the oncoming Death and ran for the grass-poison type. He recognized her, and what the hell was she doing here?

"Oi! Rainy Orb, now!" He yelled, well aware of the battle-inexperienced Pokemon's tactics. He saw her making eye contact with him, one vine frantically reaching into her bag until she finally pulled out a small blue orb. It glowed briefly just as he reached her, a sudden localized downpour on their position.

All of the water turned in midair before they hit the ground, forming a large barrier between the two Pokemon and the oncoming attacks. They froze just as the first whirlwind slammed into it, dispersing against the thick and powerful ice.

"What the hell are you doing here Mel?" He asked.

((There is now a large wall of ice and safety if anyone needs to hide from the attacks))

Regaining his balance in midair, Celsus's eyes narrowed. The Pidgeot, being apparently impervious to pain, thought it was superior. Well, he'd show it otherwise.

Outside the hole, as soon as Celsus and Oliver were shaken off, Imiti and Chuck fired a stream of snow and a small fireball, respectively, at the Pidgeot.

Putting his knives away mid-unscheduled flight, Oliver grabbed a branch as he soared by. He swung himself on top, threw a ball of ice, leaped off his current foothold, and began swinging from limb to limb.

The Gyarados, having dodged an Air Slash, arrived right after the stream of indigo flame did, jaws crackling with lightning as he once again bit the Pidgeot. This time, he released his target quickly in order to swing around and strike it with his tail.

Seeing an opportunity, Oliver leaped off the final branch onto Celsus's outstretched tail, drew a knife, jumped off the tail, and caught hold of the Pidgeot's leg with his free hand. Then he started attempting to cut the Pidgeot's legs off. The fact that he had to fend off the talons with the same knife made it somewhat easier to inflict injuries.

(Powder Snow, Ember, Ice Ball, Dragon Rage, Thunder Fang, Tackle, slashy spam...I think that's -10? Make it less if it seems unreasonable.)

~Mikhail ~Sonata
The opposing collective of birds no more than a pile of strewn corpses, the fight seemed just about won for the combined power of the guilds aside from the one rather large, and disgusting looking Pidgeot left. Sonata was more than willing to chip in on this last bit of poultry to take care of but with each passing minute distanced attacks were looking more and more futile against the avian and as far as she was concerned there was no way she was getting near the enemy without obtaining equal or greater damage herself. Suicide missions weren't her thing unless it was truly for a good cause; or at least what was considered one in her mind.

Meanwhile; Mikhail was left in a disoriented state only to be broken by the feeling of something warm tricking from the fur he was holding on to for dear life. Shaking his head back and forth to wake himself out of his discombobulated daze he brought his own claws off from embracing Eira and examined them only to find the once white appendages dyed red in places.
"You're hurt..."
Even though at the moment he felt like he was going to vomit and the world was still spinning from just coming down from the ride of his life; Mikhail managed to speak words of worry before quickly getting back on to his feet. Needless to say he felt terrible for what just happened but there would be time later to apologize over and over again permitting that they managed to live through the rest of this ordeal. Despite the fact that he had his own injuries, blood trickling from where the Staraptor's claws clenched into his ankles, it was far more pertinent at the moment for him to scoop up Eira into his arms, cautious of her wounds, and race to safety behind a rather large tree trunk which now stood between them and the last enemy standing. Though this place wasn't exactly the safest, seeing what the Pidgeot was capable of, it was far better than being out in the open as an easy target to pick off.
"P-Please forgive me. You should have just left me; I would have been fine."
He breathed out heavily in pain, now seated against the bark of the tree with arms still latched gently around the precious cargo in his lap in a defensive manner, refusing to let anything else happen to Eira under his watch if it killed him in the process.

~Raven

At the sound of a familiar voice Raven nearly jumped; not giving Kai a direct answer for a moment after the words finally sunk in, rather closing his eyes and concentrating on reading the aura of all the living left in the vicinity.
"They're fine."
He spoke reassuringly, having accounted for all members of his team with ease; and even though the Marshtomp at his feet looked like he had reached his limits, he couldn't just stick behind himself and watch as the enemy tried to escape on the brink of defeat.
"Sorry."
He apologized to Kai before breaking out into a sprint, casually racing up the side of a nearby tree with well placed jumps and grabs of branches like he were some sort of primate. Once past the forest's canopy the enemy was once again in sight and fortunately not far away. Despite the height at which the exchange of blows was now taking place, the Lucario rushed in without a moment of hesitation and came up upon the back of the Pidgeot and thrust a Thunder Punch into it's spine before retreating back by means of the energy built up from his own blow back to the sanctity of a lone tree branch. Granted he was an easy to find target at this point but hopefully the Pidgeot had other worries if other guild members followed his own actions.

(-1 Pidgeot)