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Suicune wasn't anywhere near the Guild when it was attacked. But I'll be damned if she didn't sense the sudden spike of energy that kinda popped up all over the Guild territories. Elites with pendants tend to be rather powerful.

She wasn't entirely sure if she should go investigate, and if she does, which location, but a sudden second spike -a certain Lugia putting on the Flying Pendent- decided it for her. Though she wasn't entirely sure what was going on, she knew that something important was happening at the Sun Guild.

Thus the North Wind left the Tower of Ashes where she had spent many days praying to the Rainbow Bird, and headed towards the only Guild she had gotten familiar with. Above all, she was concerned for the few friends she had made there, the mortals who had saved Emerald Pools (kinda).

She moved fast, a mere blur to mortal eyes. By the time she actually reached the guild the fight was well under way but considering the distance she was at it was no mean feat. The Suicune skidded to a stop just outside the great doors to the main hall, and immediately saw two familiar forms standing in the doorway, attacking from afar. The Larvitar and Houndour seemed unwilling to get near.

Near what?

The Suicune darted into the hallway, skirting along behind the piles of rubble to get a closer look at the source of the power she felt. It was a Dragonite, and the Suicune's eyes immediately went to the dragon's neck. Amid all the chaos, her sharp eyes helped along with other, less mortal senses, she found it. The necklace. Another one.

The Suicune figured it out quite quickly, remembering the Scyther's words. This was one of the Elites. Her power was much more than that of the Pidgeot. This was one of the Champions of the one named Arceus.

And was that-? Yes, yes that was! The Suicune paused for a moment to take in the sight of a Pokemon she had always hoped to see one day. The Lightning that Began the Fire. Raikou. She did not know why he was here, and she felt that while he was not born from the ashes of the tower as she had not been, his presence still gave her a strange sense of familiarity and family.

But that could be dealt with later. If she could she would like to meet this Raikou. For now, there was the Dragonite whom was supposedly a danger to the world and needed to be stopped. So swift she was a blur, Suicune raced across the hall, hopping over the Guild members in her way, straight at the Elite.

A carefully-aimed Icebeam preceded her, angled between the bodies of the guild Members to strike true at the shimmering scales of the Dragonite. Then the North Wind slammed into the Dragonite's upper body with all her weight and momentum, jaws snapping at the pendant.

She missed, the chain escaping her teeth moments before she snapped down and the rest of her momentum sent her flipping over the Dragonite to slam into an unfortunate Lucario by the name of Raven.

She rolled over him as quickly as she could as to avoid prolonging the time she stays above the Fighting-Steel type, mostly for the Lucario's sake. Within a split second she was back onto her feet, her body tense and battle-ready. She had failed with the element of surprise, and she doubted she would get such a good opourtunity at the necklace again, but it was their best bet.

There's no way they could face the Dragonite with the Pendant on. Suicune wasn't sure if they could even if she managed to steal it.

((-2 or more, Icebeam'd by a Suicune

Oh yeah, Raven also got the same legendary thrown at him.))

Solaris---Moonfall---Tolin

She took the attacks with ease. Grace, would not be the best term. Perhaps "obstinate" would be the better term.
Even as she lay on her back, mildly dazed, she was left unharmed. They could flail and writhe all they wished. They wouldn't be able to scratch her.
And then something caused her to bolt to her feet.
Pain.
Something that no mortal should be able to cause her. Certainly not the horrifically average ones that the guilds called their strongest.
No, this was the pain caused by a pair of legends. Or rather, a mockery of the originals.
Certainly, they weren't strong enough to kill her.
But they might be a threat.
Threats didn't live long.
The moment the Suicune came around, she was given a bit of "help" in being sent flying.
The Dragonite quickly got to her feet, her mind analyzing the best course of action as her simple movements tore apart the vines and shattered the ice.
How did one kill vermin? An exterminator would tell you to abuse their extincts. To plant a trap they couldn't resist.
So she very quickly grabbed Kaiyou by the arm, her claws digging deep into his skin to guarantee a hold.
The Suicune was the greater threat, to be sure. She was less battle-hardened and less powerful, but she had a natural edge the Raikou did not.
The Raikou, however, was best distracted while the Suicune was dealt with.
She did give the guild one final chance. Her voice seethed with anger and frustration, that simple mortals dared to stall her so. To actually hurt her.
"This is your last chance! You can give the pendant to me or I can tear this little nest apart and take it by force!"
"Everyone, don't worry!" Solaris quickly called out to the guild, his voice optimistic. "We have a Raikou and Suicune helping us, we can get her! Just keep fighting!"
And then, Kaiyou went for a trip.
To be more precise, the Dragonite spun around and threw him directly into the path of the Raikou.
Simply put, Kaiyou was used as a weapon.
She then just as quickly turned and lunged at the Suicune, both of her claws primed with electricity.


Holy hell, she's mad! Get her while she's distracted--if we're lucky, we'll stop her before she eviscerates someone!
HP: 55

"Oh blast."

Oliver picked himself up after having been thrown off the Dragonite yet again. He looked around somewhere, anywhere, for something he could use to deal genuine damage. With an idea, he retreated from the battle, headed for the West Wing.

Chuck, having managed to get up between all the attacks flying around, noticed at this point that the Dragonite appeared to be attacking a Suicune. Given what the Dragonite had just done to the guild, Chuck was pretty sure the Suicune was rather screwed. So, in an effort to distract the Dragonite or...something--he wasn't exactly planning this through--the Charmeleon hurled his Smoke Ball as hard as he could.

If it worked, then he realized that it might have been a bit of a bad idea.

Celsus was still muttering words not suitable for minors to hear but otherwise being useless on the ground.

Imiti hung back, away from where all the death was flying around, and fired a stream of snow.

At this point, Oliver showed up again. This time, he had a sturdy brown cloth sack with several bricks and pieces of bricks in it. Whether the Dragonite had ignored Chuck, or had turned to face him, Oliver charged from the side and brought the improvised weapon down onto the Dragonite's head with all of his strength.

(3~4: -2 Powder Snow, -1 Smoke Ball if it's heavy enough to do that much, -1 from several bricks in a bag)

~Raven

Projectiles everywhere it seemed as there was little hope for Raven as he helplessly was taken to the ground by roughly 400lbs of canine. One would possibly think it an honor to be crushed by such a species but the Lucario's general torso area aching to no end as he laid on his back and watched the enemy take flight again said entirely otherwise. From there he remained helpless while witnessing the scene of his largest teammate by far being tossed around like a ragdoll. Things weren't looking well at all, but at least the Dragonite was far more occupied tending to more legendary opponents to even bother finishing off a lone, injured Lucario. The moment of rest he was willing to sacrifice was well needed.

~Mugen~Acetone
Mugen was immensely peeved with the scene before him. No matter how much effort he put into it this thing just wouldn't drop dead; nevermind the amount of other skilled fighters around him with the same goal in mind. This enemy was just uncanny when all is taken into consideration. He would give anything for such power for himself...
Never discouraged by these self doubting thoughts though, the Sceptile pressed on, insisting on finding a weak point that could be targeted outside of the wings which were already a slightly futile attempt. For now, as he scoped, a rage powered Dragonbreath managed to reach as high as the airborne enemy, hopefully not scalding anyone who was working on a more physical attack in the process. Through all of this Ace held on to his father's neck for dear life, the much larger Grass type probably having forgotten about his precarious positioning by this point.

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