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Atra winced at the sudden maelstrom of fire and molten rock around him, more out of reflex than anything else. The fire was absorbed by his fur harmlessly, though the molten rock was a bit of a nuisance. With a blast of Hidden Power, coldness radiated out from him. It had force, solidifying the rock and flinging it away from himself, not too concerned except for the fact he couldn't see a single damned thing. Combined with the falling rain and this new attack, the huge amount of steam created wasn't helping much in the visibility side of things.

Sherman was panicking as fire shot up from below, catching up with him. He yelped when he felt flame lick at his skin, and he rolled aside when a blob of very very hot very very liquid rock fell down towards him. Holy geez where did that even come from!?

The Salamence let out a loud piercing scream when a small chunk of glowing magma, barely the size of a human fist, slammed against the edge of his right wing. The intense heat burnt through the thin membrane with little resistance. The Salamence, blinded with pain, crashed into a certain gold Gyarados.

At least he crashed under Oliver, which meant the Poliwhirl had a semi-safe place to land on Sherman's back? He just better hold on tight because the Salamence was definitely flailing violently and his position in the air was precarious indeed.

((Atra is being slightly irritated by the attack.

Sherman now has a hole in a wing, crashed into Celsus, and is flailing wildly though oliver could safely land on him.))



Cecil saw his chance. He was in a bad position, as he was right under the Heatran, but he knew he had to be quick. The guild was being devastated by the attack, and Cecil had a way to save them, or at least lessen the blow.

The Smeargle erupted from the shadows, his tail in its regular form once more. With a deft flick a single drop of black ink flew from the end of his tail to strike the underside of the Heatran as he rolled out to stand behind it.

Oh the heat! His fur snapped in the wind caused by the moving flames, his eyes watered and his lungs burned with every breath. The oxygen was being sucked right out of the air. But he endured this, concentrating on the analysis of the move offered to him by his Sketch move, the single drop of ink absorbing all the information he needs in order to reproduce it.

But Cecil had no intention of reproducing it. With a very basic grasp of the move Magma Storm in mind, the Smeargle wove an imprison spell.

He had no illusions that he would overpower the Heatran with Imprison when he had such a new, such limited grasp of the move, but he hoped that his efforts would at least distract the legendary, or weaken the move, or...something, before he gets fried alive.

He could only hold his position for seconds before he is forced to dive into the safety of the shadows once more.

((Cecil Sketched Magma Storm and is trying to counter it with Imprison. ))

Puer shuffled backwards as he watched the magma fly throughout the air... His evolution could take it, but he probably couldn't. A hit from that and... his eyes would probably begin to boil? His blood? Something fatal, that's for sure. His skin was tough and resistant, but if the magma settled on him he'd have no way to shake it off. He would very, very quickly cook.

Which is why he was both surprised and happy to hear the splattering sounds from in front of him, as well as a little above. His clenched eyes opened as more magma smashed against the barrier and came to a stop. He looked over at the Marshtomp, who he recognized only as a member of the guild. He was focusing intensely, no doubt on the barrier. He felt it unwise to interrupt, leaving Puer to say only a single word. "Thanks." Anything else might break the Marshtomp's concentration.

Era and Sereni both backed up quickly as the Heatran began to glow. Sereni was staring at the shaking legendary, wondering what exactly was going on, but Era was more preoccupied with the sky, where large clumps of magma were beginning to form. "Run!" Era shouted to Sereni, shoving her out of the way as a chunk of flaming rock fell in the spot where they both had been standing seconds before. "Don't let anything hit you!"

This of course, was far easier said than done, and they both split separate ways as another large chunk of firey, molten rock plummeted toward them. Era panted, oxygen impossible to take in amidst so much fire. She winced, biting down a cry of pain as a several splashes of lava hit her from the fall of a nearby rock. It was impossible to avoid all of the falling debris, no matter how hard one tried. Choking on the smoke, Era did the last thing she could, which was to duck under a ledge of the volcano. It was far too hot, and her breathing was constricted, but at least she couldn't get hit by the falling magma. Huddling in the corner to avoid the splashes of magma, she waited for the attack to end.

Sereni ended up nearby a group of Pokemon under a Protect shield. She went behind them in hopes that maybe some excess lava flow could be avoided in that way. There were scenes of chaos everywhere, and it pained Sereni to watch. Dodging yet another lava rock from the sky, Sereni watched closely, waiting for the next moment she could strike the legendary to stop him from hurting the Guild. It just wasn't right for a Pokemon, especially a legendary to do that, and although Sereni didn't understand it, she knew she had to stop it.

Wherever Imiti had teleported him, Sherman didn't know, and barely cared. He whimpered in a broken heap on the ground, a hole clean through his wing. It throbbed with every pulse, the wing membrane being an area of highly concentrated number of blood vessels, and you bet it hurt.

He had various other burns all over his body, but his tough dragon skin had protected him from the bulk of the fire. It was his wing that needed the attention.

Atra dismissed his own Rain Dance as the Magma Storm ended, suddenly wondering where the hell Sherman was. He hadn't seen the Dragon for the entire fight. Shrugging it off -he was probably fine?- Atra prepared his next attack.

A highly compressed ball of water flew at the Heatran, exploding on contact into steam.

((-2))



As soon as the Magma Storm died down Cecil sprung out of the shadows again. Gritting his teeth and preparing himself for the worst, he took his tail in both hands and plunged it down into the Heatran's body until his hands were an inch away.

Naturally the legendary began to flail from having been stabbed, and Cecil was thrown aside. He made sure to angle his tail in such a way that it slipped out with some resistance, tearing at the fire-type's insides.

The Smeargle landed quite a bit away, narrowly missing a pool of semi-molten rock that had formed during the Magma Storm, nursing a burnt tail. He was relieved to find that it wasn't too seriously hurt, the Iron Tail having been sufficiently strong for the short amount of time it had contact with the Heatran, though it might take a while for some of the fur to grow back. Ouch.

((-2, stabby attack + sword dance ))

~Kewnew~Kyle

As the plethora of mixing weather conditions subsided, Kyle found himself efficiently able to use Fire moves of his own against the mixed-type opponent. A single Flamethrower doing just fine for this round.
Kewnew would have been eternally gracious to all of her saviors if she were coherent enough to do so at the moment, but alas that wasn't the case and still she remained collapsed in the caring vicinity of her love.

(-1)