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Grateful for the end of the Twisters, Sereni and Ethfael let go of their holds on the tree roots. They still had no idea as to the fate of Era, but neither of them voiced their fear that she might have met a cruel end in the vicious winds. They'd both seen the Guild member that had been sucked up and sliced to bits in the winds, and didn't want to imagine the same happening to her. "Are you alright?" Ethfael asked Sereni, using his tail to give her a boost up off the ground after she'd fallen over.

"Fine," she replied. They were both covered in scrapes and bruises, but otherwise okay. "You?"

"Fine," Ethfael responded, satisfied. He glanced over at the shrieking Pidgeot. After all that damage that bird still was undeterred? "Looks like we've still got trouble to deal with," he added, as the Air Slashes began. "Look out!" he warned, as one headed towards them and they leaped to the side once more to get out of the way.

All that was left for them to defeat was the Pidgeot, all the other Flying-Types had left or been defeated. As Air Slashes rained down, Ethfael and Sereni both made their way slowly through the distorted wind patterns, trying to get closer to their enemy. Their efforts were futile however, the winds simply too strong for them to get close, and the Pidgeot was already high in the air in the first place. Seeing the hopelessness of the endeavor, Ethfael stopped moving forward, shooting a Dragon Rage through the next Air Slash that came their way, and then following with an Icy Wind before the next once came. It missed, much to his chagrin, but he was soon preoccupied with avoiding Air Slashes once more. Sereni had no such ability to even attempt to hit it from afar, so she concentrated on avoiding the attacks coming her way. Neither of them were able to climb the trees, so they were forced to watch from a distance.

Era jumped back to her feet the instant the winds died down, watching the Pidgeot fall almost to the ground before managing to get back into the sky and soaring higher than could be reached; from the ground. However, from where she stood on the branch of the tree, he was right where she wanted him. "I've got you now," she said, turning back to hurry up the tree trunk. The Air Slashes were directed at the Guild mostly, so she didn't have to deal with much trouble as she climbed quickly and agily up to the highest branches of the tree.

Once she reached a branch fairly level with the Pidgeot, Era began her assault. There was a Poliwhirl in the bird's talons and a Mudkip and Lucario were on nearby branches, but other than that, her way was clear. From her perch up high, Era fired not one, but three Thundershocks toward the bird; one after the other. Then, for good measure she summoned up as much electricity as she could and wrapped it around herself, forming a sphere of electrical power around herself. Backing up a few steps for momentum, she dashed forward along the branch leaping in a burst of sparks towards the Pidgeot. She met her mark, such a large target being difficult to miss, and hit it squarely on the back of the neck with a Volt Tackle. The impact jarred her considerably, causing Era to wince as she clung desperately to the Pidgeot's head feathers.

Unfortunately (or perhaps fortunately considering what had happened to those who had tried to cling to the Pidgeot), Era didn't have time to get a tight enough grip and slipped, finding her paws grasping at the air as she slid down the huge bird's back and began to fall. Descending in a freefall, she looked about for something to help slow her descent, but there was nothing there; just a huge drop towards the ground below. This is going to hurt, she thought, bracing herself as she fell towards the earth.

((-12 to Pidgeot {if that's too much feel free to tone it down}, and Era's now in freefall <.<))

Cecil's hanging around.



Suicune was alarmed at the ferocity of the Guild's attacks. They threw themselves at the Pidgeot with abandon, and she saw some of them fall. A sadness gripped her heart at the sight of so much injury, suffering, and death. So much violence and hatred. Too many times has it been shown painfully clear to the legendary that this was perhaps the true nature of Pokemon.

She wanted to end it all, for both sides to stop fighting. For them to call a truce. For the killing to cease, the attempt at one another's lives. Her memory went back to the Scyther's words, even as she stood calmly on two adjacent branches, diverting the attacks around her.

As a large Arcanine jumped up at the bird, Suicune herself aimed her entire weight at the bird. The Legendary leaped from the branches, fighting off the Razor Winds by manipulating the winds herself. There were others clinging onto the oversized bird, and Suicune could only hope that she did not bring harm to any of them.

Suicune slammed into the bird, claws unsheathing to dig through feathers into flesh, and even as her momentum played itself out in its flight she viciously snapped at the pendant with her snout, in an attempt to rip it away from the bird's neck. Without its power perhaps the fight will finally end.

This entire time she braced herself for impact. With two large canines having latched themselves onto it, Suicune doubted the Pidgeot was capable of staying airborne.

((-...I dunno, I threw a Suicune at it. However much damage you wanna assign to that I guess. ))



"I came to form a team-" The Bulbasaur began, but was very quickly interrupted.

Atra yelped and ducked, forcing Melissa's head down as an air slash cut straight through his ice barrier. The large chunk of Frozen water crashed down near them, shattering into hundreds of small pieces that melted and steamed on contact with the Flareon's fur.

With a growl of frustration Atra grabbed onto Melissa and pulled the both of them into the plane of Shadows, where they would be safer against the Pidgeot's attack.

"Are you insane!? After what happened to Molly!? This crazy bird we're fighting is something that happens on a regular basis. Go home, this place is not for you."

Melissa, however, was not paying attention because she just very suddenly without notice got dragged onto another plane of existence she had never experienced before and she was freaking out over the fact her corporeal body seemed to have vanished and everything was in a state of semi-existence.

So with a panicking Bulbasaur clinging onto him, safe from his body's fires in this other plane, Atra sighed in frustration and held his concentration to keep the two of them here. Though he'd rather be helping with the fight so they could get back to the Guild sooner, he felt a rather overwhelming sense of protectiveness over the Bulbasaur.

Imiti and Chuck simultaneously peeked through the hole once the noise had died down. Though the Abra was indeed shocked at the carnage, he did not make any effort to hide it from Chuck, knowing it would be futile.

A second or so before, the Pidgeot had finally gotten off of Oliver. He got up, looked at Imiti and Chuck, who appeared safe, looked at Celsus, who was approximately at ground level and emitting a gigantic Aqua Ring for those in need of immediate, sustained assistance, and bent down to inspect the broken pieces of his crystal knife.

~Mikhail ~Sonata

"s**t."
Mikhail muttered out as he felt the life dissipate from the now limp body in his arms. Granted there probably were some skilled healers in the vicinity, he had little trust for strangers and was more than willing to force his tattered body to take a run to the nearest hospital of which he had a few connections with. Without a second thought the Weavile bounded from the scene, precious cargo held in a modified bridal hold.

Sonata, having been requested by name, pushed her way through the crowd of figures which were now meaningless to her until he was in the immediate vicinity of one very shaky looking Arcanine.
"You shouldn't be standing just yet."
She scolded, only succeeding in reminding herself of the days she used to have sovereignty over that which is now her guildmaster when she used to babysit him before he was sent off to train at the Sun guild. Just in case her words didn't get through, she proceeded to align herself up against one side of the fiery dog, as if her body could support such a canine if he toppled.

~Raven

Raven looked entirely flustered as he got a better look at the scene before him; barely able to even give a nod to the fact that he was a teammate of the injured Mismagius.
"C-Could you please get her back to the guild? She's a member of Team Stormcloud. There should be a healer there that could take care of her."
He requested of the Banette whom he didn't even know in a shaking voice; undoubtedly unable to handle the entire situation on his own, still having the rest of his team to worry about and locate. It was a surprise that the Lucario didn't break down right then and there by now.