The lady would land in a crouch, throwing the kick's aim off from her midsection to her head, sending the hard boot straight into the porcelain mask. A loud shattering noise would echo out with a cry from the woman behind the mask, before she kicked herself back from Sub and tossed down two Pokeballs, a Zoroark and a Bisharp standing guard over her. Peeling her hand away from her face to allow the final shards to tinkle to the ground, the pock marks and bleeding slashes from the exploded mask not disguising her from the familiarity that they would associate with her. "You despicable, heartless men. You have managed to ruin my plans for funding and my new little creation that would end those Rockets who simply would try to use me as some one trick pony to create more mindless soldiers." A calculated, almost frigid voice echoed out from the woman's lips, halting the few movements occuring in earshot. "My time abroad has shown me much to consider for my talents and has given me a new life to eliminate those who would use me. Which means you and the Rockets are going to have to disappear before my work is done." The glacial voice drew more of an edge as she glared directly at Sub, likely over the injuries he had caused her.

"My name is Anya, you pathetic morsels. Remember it, as it might be the last syllables to cross your lips of your own free will. Come along, my warriors. Time for us to depart." The woman finished, her cadre of Pokemon and herself fading into a psychic glow as they teleported away.

( RP.....COMPLETE!!!! I'm saying 3 Snag Coins to our participants, mainly due to the fact they are crew members. Have fun with the next one guys.)