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The
FALSE SUN oozes and bleeds black as Primal Groudon howls out its rage and pain. The flurry of blows is unyielding and something that connects the two
snaps.[break][break]
The Volatile is flung, and Lam watched helplessly as the husk of
MATIAS SILPH’s body flops like a mimikyu’s broken disguise against the hard earth. For a moment, a breeze stirs and the air becomes more breathable. Just for a little bit, before the heat swallows everything up again.[break][break]
“Got it!” Lam nods to
paxton concordas, teeth gritting as he fixes his attention back onto
MATIAS SILPH. There’s an eerie sort of limpness to the gestures he makes—marionette mechanics pulling the sway and turn of his hands, his arms.[break][break]
And though the head ranger tries, there’s no reasoning with a puppet.[break][break]
Not right now.[break][break]
It’s difficult to avoid the tension that climbs as the mount begins to rumble with the warning of eruption. To focus on the task he’s been handed rather than the overwhelming force of nature and the groudon that spurs it. He seeks the clear minded fixation of virizion as it turns back to them, leaving the creature to rayquaza’s exacting judgement.[break][break]
As it returns, slabs of rock jut up from the ground around
MATIAS SILPH. The
STONE EDGES are blunt and ineffective compared to the lethality of the
PRECIPICE BLADES of before, but they do not seek to impale. They shutter up around him, closing around the space as he begins to limply rise again in the air—in suspension.[break][break]
The soft glow of a pokeball pulls Poppy back as
ollie morales charges the Volatile, followed close after by
Melody Miro, but Lam sends out his decidueye instead.
“Try to keep him still and pull him back,” he says, and Artie nods solemnly. The
LONG REACH of his skill keeps them at range for the time being—until the dust settles and it feels safe to approached.[break][break]
Cloaked in spectral energy, the archer pulls a bow taut and lets the bind of a
SPIRIT SHACKLE toward Matias, intending to tangle him and stop his movements.[break][break]
Lam’s mouth remains snapped shut, lips pressed in a thin line as he fixes a hard stare on the Elite Four member, then two as Melody closes in with more efforts to snap him out of it. His
friend.
Their friend. But he keeps guard, tense and silently willing Matias to come to and
wake up from all of this.[break][break]
Or is he too far gone for that?