Post by VANNA LEE on Apr 8, 2019 4:50:54 GMT
|vanna wasn't part of the organization during slateport, but she was there. some vagabond trainer just passing through when all hell broke loose. |
even from the position of someone far from the action, a civilian retreating as fast as her legs could carry her, the sounds had been haunting. screams. falling buildings. clashing pokemon.
being in the center of the storm is something else. she can hardly hear herself think over the din, and she's sure she hasn't stopped trembling since the raid began.
the fighting is everywhere. it seems every inch of the town is struggling to repel them, and so every step is something that must be earned. her omastar, slick from the rain, tears through the enemies in front of her with a rollout.
"minior, stealth rock!"
the order is muffled by the scarf wrapped tightly around her mouth and nose, but it's carried out faithfully. the bit of clear ground won through omastar's efforts is littered with floating, jagged stones.
vanna pulls the hood over her head tighter around her face before scanning the chaos for any approaching competition.
- omastar's swift swim is active!
- omastar clears out some randos with rollout
- minior secures their small push forward with stealth rock