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The sound of gunfire drew a short cry from the medic who instinctively drew closer to her Arcanine and pulled her hands over her head. The large dog moved to form a shield for the fragile human - she wasn't about to lose another trainer to those people - and growled viciously. Arcadie watched as Mr. Pointy swiftly made his way for cover and called after him, "You're the one with armor here! Get to the front, fils de pute!" She frowned, both at the situation at hand and at her own profanity, and desperately tried to think of something she could do. Anything she could do. This was nothing like training.

"Ahh, uh, umm, Buggy!" The Spinarak, having taken up a station on the human's shoulder, turned his surprised attention to the addresser. "Do that thing you do! The webby stuff! Spider Web?"

Oh, that was something he sort of understood, sure. Mise, trembling though he was, made every effort to block the hall with his thread. Maybe that would slow down their aggressors, if only for a while.

Of course they could not expect to get out that easily, not when they were smack in the middle of the HQ with alarms going off.

The scream from star, and the gun fire cause Faleen to screech to a halt and stagger back.
catching her footing back, and reaching down to her pokemon again, this time picking up a dusk ball from the order.

"BACK BACK!" She called to the team before they could run into the trap any further. Her eyes on the familiar blue haired women that was now advancing on them.

Faleen threw the ball she had, her Sharpedo bursting from the black energy with a roar, and rush of water.
in an attempt to shield as much of the team as it would, the Sharpedo formed a Surf attack, throwing a wave of water to try and head off as much of the overwhelming flames as he could.

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There had not been nearly as much warning as Jerome needed to react.
Or what he had the ability to react to in the condition he was in.

Inked eyes saw the blockade of Galactics, heard the shots being fired.
but unlike Star, Jerome didn't have a metal plating to guard him from the bullets.
He felt the pain first, and it caused him to stagger back, losing his grip on Bro' then more agony, and he fell.

He had no idea how many times he hit, only that he felt like he was being tortured again, and he couldn't move his body.
Bro' and Boss were crying out out over him, though to him they sounded muffled, throwing out whatever attacks they could to try and cover their trainer. Jerome was finding that he couldn't seem to get himself to move fast enough.

When they rounded the corner there was a problem. A big problem. Tethys. It felt as though his insides had turned to ice the moment he set eyes on her. No. No no no. Not again. The fact that she wasn't firing at them for the moment did nothing to reassure him, he knew she would before long and when she did Alex would not be in her line of fire.

As the Galactic Commander reached for a pokeball Aulus stepped in front of his partner, and when he saw what it was he swore. As the huge bug flapped its wings he spun around - no time to run - and wrapped his arms around his friend, shielding him from the oncoming fireball with his body.


Hayes didn't waste breath on swearing; it had all fled his lungs an instant before. As Tethys unleashed her Volcarona he glanced toward Aulus-

-and found himself tackled to the ground, the air uncomfortably thick and burning his throat. Something smelled like someone's first attempts at grilling, and it took him a moment to realize the awful screaming wasn't him for once.

"Aulus!" he yelled, though it came out more like 'uulmph' if at all.


The only response the elite got was a whimper.

Crap. It was lucky that Frost had grabbed Xander and pulled him along with because the blond wasn't moving as fast as he needed to. As it was a bullet managed to scrap across his arm leaving a light burn and gash in it's wake. He yelped and moved farther behind the wall, moving a hand up to cover the wound. "Thanks." He said to Frost and called out Zack.

"Zack, the bug, Conrad," He glanced at the Eevee. "The Starmie." He had a score to settle with that water pokemon for what it did to Tambrey. Zack growled then aimed a Bite at the Volcarona while Conrad used Quick Attack to catch up to the Starmie.

The Haunter glanced around at the Rockets retreating, glad they had the sense to do so. The kid behind him, however, had been too stunned and distracted to do so, and had thus received some pretty bad burns to the chest. A tattooed man to the side had got some bullets in him, another young man had gotten licked by the flames about his legs, and yet another pair of Rockets were on the ground, one shielding the other from the worst of the heat.

Looking stunned, the pokemon narrowed his eyes as he turned his attention back to the blue-haired woman. This was all her fault. How dare she attack her own kind so openly? She wasn't even going for their pokemon. In a fight of pokemon vs. human, it was no question who had the advantage. It just wasn't fair. In anger, the ghost began to charge a dark, Shadow Ball in his three-clawed, purple hands.

Shadow, whimpering in pain, tried to think of something more he could do. He didn't want to just be a helpless sitting duck in the center of the hallway. Others were doing things - Aulus was being a noble shield for his partner, Inigo, Frost, and Faleen were leading the others back...and he was just kneeling there, on the ground. Instinctively, he reached in his pocket for the pokeball Jerome had given him earlier. Tossing it out, he held his breath, wondering what kind of pokemon would emerge.

Lindsay came out with a sharp, angry cry. She had been cooped up for far too long. Upon looking around, she realized they were in a critical situation, and her trainer - Shawn? Was that Shawn?! It had been so long since she'd last seen him! What had happened to him?! Why was he so pale, and thin, and - and burned?!

It was the bug up ahead! It must have been! In a cry of rage, the furious Jolteon rushed forward to get up closer to the bug before unleashing a full-powered Thunder. It needed to die. It and its obnoxious trainer!

Pinkie stared in horror at her trainer as he rolled around trying to get the flames on his legs to go out. She left him! She left him alone! Just like he did in the forest! And look what happened! She never should have left his side.

She looked over where Shadow's Jolteon, a Haunter, and a Chingling were attacking the woman that had set loose the bug that caused the fire.

She let out a loud cry and reared up on her hind legs before charging back to the front line and attacking with a huge Fire Spin.

Faleen dropped down as the flames barreled past them, hunkering behind her Sharpedo, that was at least keeping some of the Rockets from being engulfed.
Though not all of them could be helped, she watched as several of the team got burned, and bad. other had dropped before from gunfire. while others managed to duck away out of harm.

Lifting her head back up, TRP yelling orders to her pokemon, Faleen picked up the lone Dark ball at her thigh and tossed it out to join the Elite's pokemon.

"Sharpedo! Charizard! Help TRP's pokemon!" She told them.

As she did, Charizard let out a furious roar, and threw forth a mouthful of flamethrower of his own at the Galactics while Sharpedo kept up his Surf.

Faleen in the mean time turned her focus on the Rockets, the ones who needed help, A lot of them were struggling, And the Galactic with the blue hair seemed to have her focus on Star, who was clearly in an all out panic... NOT the way to react when on a mission.
"Absol, Night Slash." she told her dark type.
The horn on his head glowed in a dark energy, before he left forward to attack the Starmie.

"We need to get the injured!"
She herself had hurried over to Rory, grabbing onto the man's shoulders and dragging him over to Sharpedo, where the water splashing around him as it gushed from his wide gaping mouth would be able to put the flames out.

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Jerome still couldn't move, even the pain was starting to die as his entire body was just going numb.
He had been shot... he recognized the feeling when it had happened. but he didn't know where.

The gangster was covered in blood, seeping from holes in his leg, his torso, and even though his shoulder.

While Boss took care of defense, Bro had hurried to Jerome's side, looking over his Trainer in horror.
They needed to move him.
the Gengar reached out to grab up the remaining pokeball from Jerome's belt, and released the monstrosity that was Hirss.

The chaos was easily flaring up the pokemon's temper, but with Bro snapping at her to get her attention, she then noticed Jerome laying on the ground, not moving, and bleeding out.

She stared for a couple of seconds while Bro snapped at her to not mess around this time, and to help carry Jerome, Bro' wasn't even sure if she would understand what he meant, if the stupid monster was capable enough of even that.