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After having passed them, the Arcanine turned around to face the rockets. Its large, bulky and fluffy form effectively blocking their escape route. And at their rear, the small fleet of Growlithes blocked the opposite direction, leaving the Rockets effectively trapped unless they were able to defeat the fire dogs.

The Hypnosis though, didn't work this time as the Arcanine ducked his head and shook it, managing to fend off the effects for now. The thunderbolt struck it though, and it howled in pain... sparks dancing through its fur and managing to paralyze him. However, it was still able to manage an attack.

"RRROOOOORUU!" The large beast issuing a Roar that reverberated through the stairwell.

That roar caused Orihara to cringe as he clasped his hands over his ears, bracing himself against the ground to keep from being thrown back. It wasn't so pleasant being so close to such a large pokemon using such a powerful attack. The man felt as though his very ability to stay on his feet was threatened, and though his eyes were shut tight, he could have sworn the force of the roar had caused him to dig his heels into the ground as he was blown back a few inches.

The offending sound reverberated through Celty's pokeball. She didn't like the sound of it; it wasn't anything like the puppy sounds of before. Called out from her pokeball by the force of the roar, the ghost/dark-type stared the Arcanine down. It wanted to blow her away? Two could play at that game. With a sound like a screaming banshee, the forbidden pokemon blew an Ominous Wind against the fire-type, this time with direct and focused aim. She may not have been as powerful or experienced as the others, but she wanted to do something. That, and Persephone strangely seemed to have disappeared. If she was gone, then Celty felt that it was even more of her responsibility to get all of them safely out of the mess they were in.

Izaya, seizing his chance as soon as the roar was over, dove under the Arcanine. He didn't realize Celty and Persephone were attacking until it was too late, and it was all he could do to duck and hope that the legendary pokemon would take the brunt of the blows. He wasn't too comfortable with his current location under the belly of the beast.

The Arcanine was unfortunately outnumbered, for it anyway, and was hit by the confuse ray and two attacks. The fire type groaned, not even noticing as Izaya slid beneath him. All of this, combined with the paralysis, caused the Arcanine to fall with a heavy thud, whether or not the human was still underneath him.

The Growlithes below weathered the icy wind rather well, and shot blasts of fire back up towards the Glaceon and the Rockets. However, the steps were slick, even after the ice was melted, and made is difficult for them to advance and get closer to their now fallen comrade.

Oh, not good. Not good at all. Izaya struggled pathetically, the lower half of his body still stuck under the fallen Arcanine as Celty floated over to him. She seemed unsure whether to be glad at their success or ashamed for having helped the large pokemon fall on her trainer. Said trainer wasn't in any shape to scold her, either.

When he tried to move, the bullet wound he'd received earlier when he had been distracted really began to affect him. The pain shot through his nervous system, discouraging him from using his muscles to pull himself out from under the canine. He clenched his teeth in agony and decided to remain still.

"Celty, return," he whispered, holding out the pokeball. It was all the Spiritomb could do to obey, but she cast the small army of officers and growlithe a fretful look before doing so. She didn't have high hopes of being summoned from her pokeball by Izaya again for quite some time, if by anyone at all. She had done her best, though, and there was nothing else.

Wheels turned in the grunt's mind as he lay still, wondering what would happen next. He didn't doubt Frost and Claire would be long gone, as it seemed to be every man for themselves. He wasn't about ready to give up just yet, though. As soon as whoever owned the Arcanine returned the fainted pokemon to their ball, he hoped to sneak away, preferably unnoticed. If he was lucky, the escape of the other two would have captured the majority of the officers' attention. At least maybe once he got to a safe place, he could find his way back to headquarters on foot. Yeah, that's it, he told himself, sweat dripping down his forhead. Keep thinking positive.

It was oddly disturbing to have a Pikachu bury under your mass and fluff. What was even moreso was the fact that the pint sized rodent was actually able to lift the Arcanine off the ground. The fire dog's eyes going wide, although he was still unable to move due to paralysis. The Growlithe's at the bottom of the stairs all cocked their heads to the side in unison as they watched this.

However, the shouting of policemen below signaled that the cops were coming and quickly.

"Calm down, sweetie," he urged Claire with a bit of venom in his voice. It was difficult to avoid being noticed when you were getting yelled at by a big-mouthed female on a pidgeot, no matter how still you laid. "I've got it under control. I'm a big boy; I can handle myself. Now why don't you fly away and escape on your giant bird?"

But, of course, that was too much for the woman to do. No, she had to go and insult him in front of everyone. How dandy. And if that wasn't enough, she managed to inflict more public humiliation by having her little electric rodent lift the furry Arcanine's mass off of him. At that point, Izaya thought he might have preferred to have been captured by the police. He despised being indebted to others.

Giving Zeus a little crooked smirk, he crawled out quickly and clapped as the Pikachu did what he could not and even attempted to shove the fire-type down the stairs. "Thank you," he told both pokemon and trainer, though it was one of the most grudging thanks one could think to hear. Wonderful. Now he owed her. And she probably wouldn't let him forget it, either. What was her name again...? He couldn't recall.

Oooh...there was that pain once more. Nearly had forgotten about that. Without bothering to respond to Frost with the words that rested on the tip of his tounge, Grunt Nakura hopped into the back of the van.

And the Arcanine went tumbling down the stairs, the Growlithe's eyes going wide when this hulking mass of fur came at them. And the police were just reaching them on the stairs as it was coming too. The Arcanine slammed into them as if they were bowling pins, and fell down the rest of the steps.