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"Awww Darts you have to give me more credit then that. But if you says so" Kain said unshooken by the monster. If darts gazed down he would see kain with his sword at a ready position right at S-22 heart. Kain would then twirl around darts holding the fist. "Now then darts..." Kain said Reaching both his arms around darts, Using all his strength he pulled the giritina hybrid under the fist out on the ground. Standing up Kain helped darts up" Shall we do this together?"

Kain knew nothing of computers but he knew he can fight.

Clara would stand at aww at the ferocious bite. "Now's my chance" Clara said throwing her first in the air. Standing behind the Golden attacker, the silver haired girl let out a ambush "Icey wind!"

Clara's bergmite would blast a burst of wind right at the Zapdos ankles, hopefully it would slow her down long enough.

Yuki would lower her head and growl at the Reuniclus, clearly annoyed at the fact that it seemed to have pretty much ignored her attack. Lynnette would give a quick once over of the battle going on before running toward her Dewgong. "Sorry Yuki, but, maybe it'd be better if I let Atol handle this instead? That Reuniclus is probably just going to continue-" the black and purple haired girl wouldn't be able to finish what she was saying, as her Dewgong had taken it upon herself to shoot an Ice Beam haphazardly in the direction of the Psychic Type. Lynnette would scowl at her Dewgong, releasing an exasperated sigh.

The Houndoom would hear the beeping noise, turning to face the console that was beside her. She'd stare down at it for a moment, frowning as she tried to think of why she couldn't actually figure out what was going on with it. And then it clicked. Why was everyone else focusing on the battle and letting the blind girl deal with the navigation console beeping at them? Silver would let out a breathy sigh and turn her head towards the ongoing fight between the Snagems and S-22. All of them seemed to be a bit pre-occupied... it'd be difficult to get someone to help her determine what exactly was going on on the console. So, rather than trying to get someone to help her and possibly get someone hurt in the process, Silver would lay her hands gently on the surface of the console, trying to feel her way around it. She would feel around carefully for the familiar feeling of braille, hoping that maybe someone had thought of the possibility of a partially (or fully, in Silver's case) blind person needing to take control of something in here.

While the Houndoom hybrid was preoccupied with her task, her Noctowl, Hortense, would release herself from her ball, a shadowy aura surrounding her. Seeing the ongoing fight against S-22, the Noctowl took it upon herself to help in the assault on the Sharpedo Hybrid and launch a Shadow Storm towards S-22, not caring who might get caught up in it as well. The Noctowl just wanted to fight, it didn't care who got in the way. Unfortunately, Silver would be too busy trying to see what she could do with what was in front of her to realize that her Pokemon had gotten out and joined in on the fight.

Shadow Meter: Noctowl [5/10]

Tristen had to spit a couple of times as he scrambled back to the safety of his guardians. The taste that he got in his mouth from sinking his teeth into Kess left something rather unpleasant that isn't going to wash away easily, that much he knew.

"You alright?" I asked the kid.

"Yea..." Tristen said. "I'm fine..."

My senses tripped, Freth's soon after. The both of us looked up for a second, staring in confusion. A couple of drops came dozens, then finally a full on deluge. "...there wasn't rain in the forecast, was there?" Freth asked.

"If there was, the rocket wouldn't have been set to launch now." I then veered my eyes over towards behind Kess, seeing the disco manchild come forth...and having better days apparently. The two of us listened in on what they were saying; not quite sure what Miror B. was getting at, but knew that at the very least it had to pertain to Ein and it wasn't good. What's crazier is that Miror B. was going to actually try to stall us? Maybe staying in that holding cell did more harm than good on his psyche. Bah...

The three of us then took notice to Clara trying to slow down the Zapdos hybrid. We couldn't leave her alone with her. "We got to get Kess." Freth said. "We can't lose her now, and we can't let her get back to Ein. We got her on the ropes."

"Miror B. probably isn't going to let any of us go that easily though." I said. "And if I didn't know better, he deliberately got this Rain Dance going on purpose. He'd be a bigger idiot than I thought if that thing didn't have the Swift Swim capabilities." I said.

"He can't stop all three of us if we all make a break for it." Freth said.

"That would still leave at least one of us behind. Not to mention, you feel that, don't you?" I asked, staring at that Ludicolo.

"Shadowfied. Great."

"I'll stay..." Tristen spoke up.

"What?" I then said, a little stunned.

"You two can beat that Zapdos hybrid up without me now, right?" Tristen asked. "Not to mention, you don't want your Pokemon shadowfied too."

"Tristen, that's crazy." Freth spoke up. "All it would take is for him to get by your Blitzle and then the rest of your party is a sitting duck."

"It won't matter in the end if you don't stop her, or don't get the cure to everyone." Tristen said.

"...observant to a fault." I then spoke up, looking at Freth. "...not to mention, what's going to stop that hybrid from trying to do another hostage stunt on him, or worse. He's the slowest of the three of us; I haven't figured out how to teach him anything speed worthy yet. I don't like it any better than you do, but we're short on time and options." I said.

"Fine." Freth then said. She didn't like the idea either, but it was one of those desperate situations. "Cover us, Tristen, while we rush after her."

"Right."

The three of us looked over towards Miror B. across the way. "So, fro man, the easy way or the hard way, right?" I called out to him. The three of us looked at each other one final time then looked back towards him. "The hard way." We then said out, in unison. Freth and I broke off in different directions, both using agility ourselves to try to catch up to Kess and trying to not give an easy target to Miror B, let alone his Ludicolo.

"You should have just went and hide instead after you left the headquarters, Miror B! Blitzle! Shockwave!" Tristen shouted, pointing towards Miror B and his Ludicolo. With its agitation showing once more, the Blitzle squealed and unleashed its electrical discharge towards the two of them.

"So this is how the link between channeler and Pokemon is shared... I see now." To Cera, it was an odd experience. The most she knew of channeling came from the outside looking in, seeing how others went about it. Seeing just what that really dealt with, why such a strong bond existed, was eye-opening. But now wasn't the time to worry about that; there'd be plenty of it later. A quick nod from her would give a prompt, certain answer, one that she didn't doubt was known before she ever thought it. "Ready."

Her transforming would prove to further enforce just how much the two were alike for the moment, and why she knew just how dangerous this was going to be. At best, there was only going to be one shot at it, giving all the more reason to ensure that it counts for something. Her form would rapidly change, hardly needing any time to make sure she had the signature right. She knew it was, and she proved it right as Sub disappeared into the shadows by assuming his very form.

More telling would be just how perfect of a transformation it was compared to her usual attempts; there wasn't any oddities, no pink coloration to be found. She was, for all intents and purposes, an exact replication so long as the transformation and link was maintained. And she wasn't going to waste any time in putting everything to use.

"We're going too, Lenore," she spoke up at once, poised and ready to go before racing to the front lines. "Let's see how he handles someone coming at him from every angle!"

Darts joins in in his own way, more and more azure Outrage flowing through his arms and legs as he pours every single drop of power he felt he could reach for, his jacket ballooning out behind him, the various folds of muscle inside it flexed in protest to that much strength being pushed through it, but even still the gambler reached for more and more, diving into the fight. He disappeared from in front of Reno, his presence erased for a couple seconds until he comes back into reality with a sonic boom announcing his presence as he breaks the sound barrier in combination with his Shadow Force, throwing the biggest haymaker he could. The sound of all the necrotic energy he could muster joins the chaos of everything else assaulting S-22, and even as Darts switches into another rotation of punches and kicks... keep your elbows in... keep your guard up... and his very humanity begins to erode from contact with this much Dragon-type energy as he hammers the enormous hybrid over and over again, joining the Thunder attack and the Reno had ordered a second before, and the rampaging Noctowl flying in, Darts could tell they were barely making a scratch. Although... now that he looked carefully enough... there were slight scuff marks on the floor in front of the Sharpedo hybrid's bare blue feet. Were they... moving him? Darts redoubles his efforts, only to be carelessly backhanded by S-22, that sends him flying out of the room to crash into the machine Isaac was working on it whines in protest as Mission Control continues to babble instructions at him in Cozmo's voice.

S-22 turns his merciless gaze to Reno's Pokemon next, even as the fist hits his face and he doesn't even flinch, his wide mouth quick as lightning as it crunches down on Reno's artificial arm, ignoring the lightning completely as though it was being dispersed out of his body through artificial means. One tug was all it would take for a fatal date with those rows and rows of teeth in front of him. But on the mental plane as Reno tried to do battle with the physical monstrosity in front of him, he'd be confronted with something almost as grotesque. From deep inside the layers and layers of defenses, some of which Reno now penetrated, a mental image of a tank crashing through the outer concrete walls of the mental fortress he'd seen before only to be met by a towering mess of steel and barbed wire, another fortress leaping in to replace the first, he'd be able to sense something that seemed like consciousness. Barely perceptible, like a cool breeze in a slaughterhouse considering the bloodlust Reno was surrounded by, but there.

As for the duo angling towards the computer console, while it beeped again in Silver's face, Lykas would be able to tell that it was some kind of thruster power regulator. Shutting them all off was probably not a good option, but if they had some kind of outer control booth that could tell them where in the regions they were flying currently maybe they could do two things: get to a high enough altitude so Sub's plan goes off without a hitch and still manage to spread the cure over the regions. It was worth a shot, but the only one who knew where they were was probably Mission Control, and who knew how to get ahold of them?



How strange that all of the Snagems would end back up at the same spot where all of them had started, Dull coming up running with half a city chasing him, and Kess with two Articuno hybrids on her tail. Dull casually blasts Aria away with a wicked looking Shadow Ball, his jacket still coming apart at the edges as more and more of it flakes away, pieces of his hair and clothing underneath now going too, black inky shards flaking away. Above all of it, Dull looks crazed even for a Gengar hybrid, his eyes wild with a combination of adrenaline and shock as he runs towards Zera, his skin beneath the clothes an odd blackish-purple color like it had been burnt. He's also visibly winded for the first time the Snagems can probably remember, but as Kess arrives also making a beeline for Zera, her sword was stowed in favor of a Pokeball seeing as her other arm was covered in teeth marks, her wrist dangling limply where it was broken it looks like no member of Team Cipher got out of their respective rendezvous with Team Snagem without their fair share of battle scars.

The Zap Cannon is too late for anyone to do anything about, and Regirock delivered a spear of lightning that crashed through the torso of the Regice, ice shards exploding in all directions as the defending legend keened in pain, toppling over to the ground.

"Regi!!!!" Zera screams, muffled a little bit by... something. And as her Reuniclus gets hit by the Ice Beam, only a few moments went to waste as soon as she saw both Ciphers come running in, a smile breaking over her now slightly distorted face. "You got the message!" she screams, waving as she pulls out a Pokeball and her Master Ball to return her two Pokemon. "Guess that means..." she lights and lifts a cigarette to her mouth, taking one slow drag before opening her mouth wide with just a little apprehension as the two Ciphers converge on her position. Dull points back at Sol who was chasing him, barely any jacket left as he screams over the commotion all around, the townspeople beginning to sense the end of the destruction and coming forward now too.

"You hurt me! And for some reason because it was you all these voices in my head are pissing me off even more! I never forget a face, and I will pay you and yours back a thousand fold for what you did to me today in flesh!" The shiny Gengar hybrid gibbers, clearly on the way out of the realm known as sanity. A crooked, wicked smile crosses his face as he looks at the gathering of the innocent and he laughs. "But I guess that means if you've defeated us, as is tradition with us villains, we must... blast off!"

Anyone who had been paying attention to the two Cipher's movements might have been able to discern an odd smell that had alerted Dull and Kess silently at the same time, like a natural gas line broken open, and as Zera drops the cigarette into her open mouth and Kess throws her Pokeball, there's a deafening explosion followed by white heat as the fire expands outward from inside Zera, consuming hungrily the gas she had been secretly emitting this entire time following her Explosion attack. Combine that with the power of something as devastating as an Explosion attack, and the column of fire reaching into the sky as it spread outwards from the epicenter might have seemed a bit overkill.

The two Gym Leaders, apparently sensing something of the kind from the Cipher's minds, are the first to react. "Lunatone! Solrock!" they bellow in unison. "Barrier! Max power! Protect the town!" two enormous ramparts of psychic force come crashing down in front of the nearest group of civilians but there were a ton more in the line of the ridiculous explosion, not to mention... the Snagems. Someone should probably save Mission Control too to keep an eye on the guys on the rocket.



Elsewhere in Mossdeep...

"Protect." Miror B. orders lazily, as he looks back the way Kess had gone for an instant, the green shield blocking the little Blitzle's attack. "Y'know, kid." Miror says, almost nostalgically. "You got a lot of cojones for someone as young as you are. Keep that optimism, don't let anyone take that from you." He clenches one of his gloved hands, looking back at the direction Kess had gone. "I'm gonna level with you kid. I knew I couldn't stop those two from taking off after her any more than I could save half the people I tried to dig from the rubble today thanks to your leader And I could wipe the floor with you here, maybe easily, maybe not I'm not making any predictions. But one way or another, for trial or my own devices, I think I'm gonna go home. I'm sick of these crazily powered hybrids and these madmen with their schemes. Whether they extradite me back to Orre for trial and prison, or something else, those guys are gone anyhow." There's an enormous crash unlike anything Tristen would have ever heard that comes floating over Miror's shoulder, followed by a rising column of fire on the horizon, in the middle of town. A warm breeze blows past the two of them, and the old gangster looks into the boy's eyes. "You might want to worry about somebody that's more important to you than me right now." he says, somberly, as the explosion begins coming in their direction. "My Ludicolo can help contain the fire, but if you take me down here I never will. So. What'll it be?"

Freth and I managed to regroup, getting off scot-free from Miror B., seemingly without a hitch. We rushed off, managing to regroup with everyone, squaring off against not only Kess, but apparently the two others that were in a full-on brawl. Dull was ragged, Zera probably more so. S22 though was missing, same with Ein. They had to still be up at the rocket. Hopefully the others were close by those guys; by my count there are few people unaccounted for here in this standoff. Though one out of place. I thought I had sensed it...Sol's back. About freakin' time.

With Dull's rambling, Freth and I stared in confusion, but something graced my sense of smell. "What's that?"

"What's what?"

Upon's Dull's quip of blasting off, I noticed Zera dropping her cigarette, only to realize what that entailed. Almost quick draw like, I got near Freth, throwing up a Reflect screen to protect her. That said, upon the explosion, my Reflect was already failing. I wasn't that skilled in this sort of thing. The barrier was cracking already in a grand hurry and I was about to lose it in the next couple of seconds. "FRETH!" I shouted.

"Kadabra!" Freth shouted, tossing out her own Pokeball, revealing it. "Kadabra! Reflect!" Freth shouted. The Kadabra brought up its own, larger and proficient protective barrier, just as I ended up losing mine. "Ugh."

"Kadabra isn't going to be able to hold on to this forever, Blizzard! Even with those Gym Leaders helping!"

"Blast it! We got to stop this fire!"

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Tristen jumped at the sound of the explosion, looking off at the distance. "Freth...Blizz..." Tristen said. He looked back towards Miror B, listening to him. He wasn't sure if this was a trick, or if he's actually sincere about all he just said. Then now the offer about helping contain the fire was tempting, but what was going to stop him from running off right now? He wasn't sure what to do. He wasn't expecting this. Miror B probably did have the capabilities to douse the fire, probably better than anyone on this island. He knew that his parents didn't at least. The boy thought for a couple of seconds, then gave a sigh. "Alright. Help them." Tristen said, watching Miror B. rather intently, waiting on any false moves that the disco man could pull.

"Vile vile!" Chanted as her claws began to glow a dark purple color with Dark chi as she charged up for a Night Slash attack, just waiting for the right opportunity. Cera would begin to feel her own chi beginning to swell, collecting in her limbs as her feet gave off a sinister aura as well as her hands. The imposter Sub would feel like she could run faster than ever, that smashing a board of wood was a simple task. However, one thing was certain, this chi was very short lived and was more like a rush of adrenaline to her. She had to strike now, perhaps with Lenore backing her up.

Almost instantly, as S-22 clamped down on Reno's mechanical arm (though not in time to save) a murder of Murkrow fluttered out of Reno's shadow, swarming around S-22 was Nevermore executed her Double Team in an effort to confuse the monster. But distracting the menace was not the only plan, no, if S-22 locked eyes with the real Nevermore, and she was trying to, if success the beast's eyesight would become pitch black. Sub was attempting to switch vision with the creature, S-22 seeing the darkness within the shadow Griswold carried him into and thus Sub would see through S-22's eyes, hoping to use the field of vision to alert his fellow teammates with Cera's telepathy on whatever erratic actions would take place.

As for Ulalume, Cera would have shared thoughts with her prior, knowing that the squid needs a strong focal point to aid Cera with her own abilities, and that's why Cera needs to get as close to S-22 as possible and for as long as possible. Time was of the essence and they didn't have enough of it.