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If it isn't already abundantly clear, Wadjet is the stronger battler between her and Sol. The young Charizard had begun to outgrow her timid and bashful nature, taking a shot in the dark to be the Pokemon her trainer knew she could be. So it breaks her heart to fight so hard and not take down the Nidoking. [break][break]
Which is probably why she fights so valiantly, pushing the darkness that creeps up on her conscious, that threatens to steal away her thoughts and her strength. She's slowing. Her wings are so heavy, she can't get back into the air. [break][break]
And then the Nidoking reaches out to grab her by her bruised and battered wings and she bellows in pain. Fire spurts in her throat like a weak spark plug that isn't catching. [break][break]
Stormy sucks in a breath as she watches their final swings take place. [break][break]
Before the ice beam could blast her socks off, Wadjet manages to blast a last-minute and desperate
flamethrower
into the mouth of the Nidoking. Ice still builds on the peripherals, coating the tops of her wings and the side of her face as the two incredibly power attacks meet in the middle. There's a miniature explosion followed by dazzling stars.[break][break]
What?[break][break]
Sol is unable to distract the Starmie, and he nearly deteriorates in disbelief and horror. The swift culls both the Nidokind and Wadjet. The two lay in a heap on top of one another, unable to get back to their feet. And so it leaves only Castform and Starmie.[break][break]
Stormy is smiling, though. [break][break]
The stars swarm Sol as well, dazzling him for a moment and making it difficult to see which way was up or down. But when the attack subsists, he seems to be having trouble holding himself together. [break][break]
"It's okay, Sol. I know."[break][break]
He's dazed, helpless. And he's afraid. Suddenly, he's the only one fighting to defend his honor, Wadjet is no longer there to help him through this fight. She's the strong one, not him.[break][break]
In his confusion, he forgets, or perhaps is too weak, to change the weather back into a storm. The
hurricane
he tries to conjure fizzles, a measly breeze the only thing he can effectively force from his body. His form can't seem to decide what it wants to be. He's juggling his forms like some sort of optical illusion.[break][break]
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