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That... That retard. What in the name of holy hell was he doing!? The one person who might have the ability to send him on a murderous rampage shows up, and he runs straight for him. Needless to say, Tolin was kind of angry. Kind of really, really angry. Alfred would get bitched out later.

But for now, priority number one was pulling him off of the death machine. Drowning himself in Agility (he would regret this later) Tolin went straight forward towards the Mewtwo, putting his psychically-dulled scythes into Alfred's mouth. He pulled outwards, hoping dearly that he'd be able to loose the suicidal dumbass's grip, pick him up and get some distance before one of them died. Of course, the motions were barely perceptible. That's what happens when you stack it thrice over.

ASAR comes back down to the ground, battery power and what not.

Puer is still in horrible, horrible pain.

Albus may be a jerk, but there's like five people grappling with the Mewtwo and he doesn't feel like setting any of them on fire.

((No attacks.))

Hiku---Tetsu---Denki---Spring

The group sighed with relief as the mewtwo left the guild. They gathered their prizes and headed back to their room.

.::Stark and Rem::.

Stark and Rem turned soberly from the Mew's body, thankful it was all over. Stark shook his head. He heard about how he had savagely attacked the Mewtwo, with reckless abandon. The trouble was, he didn't remember any of it. He blacked out soon after checking up on Rem; he figured he'd been hit as well.

Arceus, what happened to me? he thought, gathering his rewards and leaving, Rem following slowly behind.

((Taking Zen Headbutt TM))

As soon as he got the stupid, stupid Leafeon-voir away, Tolin fell over. He really, really hated doing that now. Really, really hated doing that now.

But, it was an acceptable payment. For all any of them knew, just touching the damn Mewtwo could have set Alfred off. It might damn well be a miracle that any of them were still alive.

Tolin turned his head, looking around the room. Everything was kind of... blurry. He couldn't find Albus or ASAR, but he had a good enough guess as to what the grey mass stuck in the wall was. Especially after taking that earlier attack.

Tolin got up to his feet, his legs shaking slightly. First thing was first. He walked over to the very feline purple-pink-lavender creature. It was amidst a gathering of what, given the types and colours, were probably the leaders. "Puer and I... are going to need a teleport to the hospital..."

Tolin turned slightly, and raised a scythe at what he hoped to be Alfred. Not much else had the white/grey colour to that shape, at least. "You... are a complete dumbass." His arm shook as he spoke.

Tolin's eyes rolled up, back into his head as he fell over. Well, it was still worth it. Probably.

Puer was happy that the battle stopped. Not so happy about still being in the intense pain and stuck in the wall part. He waited patiently for a teleport.

Albus looked around the room. Everything seemed to have calmed down enough, for now. He left to seek out Pluto. They'd said they were going to Azalea's room, probably? He'd head there and pull them back in.

ASAR recognized himself as the only present and capable member of the team, and thus decided to collect the rewards and head back to the room for a much needed recharge.

((Forgot to roll))

Minerva followed in behind her husband. Lia had stayed behind to help care for Atra and Albus had seemed content to avoid the meeting any further. Part of his team had been grievously injured, and he was worried. She did hope that his team would get better, but nonetheless she was happy to see that her son had grown in the time since he left.

Calmly stepping up to walk beside her husband, she paused slightly when she noticed the dead Mew. The hall, now, was completely bare. This one, sadly enough, was left behind in his death. Aaah, that poor creature...

Minerva sat beside her husband, ever-silent and ever-watchful.