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She breathed and thought that the air was damp on the dawn of the
third day.[break][break]
Calm, hands wrought into tight fists as they latched to the handlebars. On her motorcycle, she could drown her thoughts in the roars of a metal engine. Let the fuel run, let it ignite, as the
volatile was finally given a path to ride. Dirt rippled, rising like clouds from behind her as she accelerated.[break][break]
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Faster, she watched as the needle to the speedometer pegged itself to the far right of the dial; even the wind roared.[break][break]
Lucas Lane would have had to keep his arms looped around her, unless he wanted to feel like the air would tear him from her vehicle as it rode on this death ride.[break][break]
As the Cycling Road came into sight, Bailey Cooper could feel her heart threatening to burst; trepidation, fear,
fury like the spark to her system. Controlled like the very explosions that powered the pistons to fuel her ride, Bailey wrangled her emotions to the ground and routed them into something that she could control.[break][break]
She was the
Champion; she couldn't afford to hold back.[break][break]
For three days, she had been held back—waiting for this moment.
“Hold on, Lucas! Don't fucking barf on me!” She screamed, wondering if her voice would pierce the roar of her motorcycle.[break][break]
Up ahead was sheer cliff. Above it, she knew what would await them. It would be the long stretch of highway that she remembered so fondly from her youth, polluted by the presence of these foreign invaders.[break][break]
Guzzlord in the distance; her eyes drifted away, knowing that it would have to be addressed. But, not now, as she sped faster and faster.[break][break]
And, for a moment, it would have seemed like she would have driven straight into the cliff.[break][break]
Her hand drifted from the handlebar, held flat to the ground that stretched underneath them.[break][break]
Some
avatars were still struggling to master their powers. They were still trying to find the right touch to the new forces that they could control.[break][break]
Bailey had already learned.[break][break]
As if manifesting from an unknown, primal strength, the path that Bailey rode would suddenly rise, stretching and curving ahead of her.[break][break]
It made a ramp; it rose like the tilt of her fingers to the very peak of the cliff side.[break][break]
She shifted the bike into fifth gear; the absolute finale as it
launched itself.[break][break]
It was enough height for the motorcycle to clear the safety railings; she greeted these invaders with something akin to a smile; lips pulled so far back with malice that it was almost visible in that flash of a second.[break][break]
And she drove straight to the supply truck, like trying to pull distance before they could fully register her sudden arrival.[break][break]
Togekiss was deployed; the marshmallow bird launching
air slash to disrupt the group of foes nearest their suicidal approach. She would fly after her trainer, trying to stay close.[break][break]
Bailey skid, slamming her leg down to the ground as she would attempt the iconic
bike slide to align herself by the supply truck.
“Lane! Go!”[break][break]
Capsules dropped. Three pops.[break][break]
Aggron. Kommo-o. Steelix.[break][break]
She brought down her sunglasses,
“Come and get some!”[break][break]
Her Aggron, tainted and overjoyed by the sight that laid before him, extended an arm to summon
magnet rise to suspend himself from the ground, levitating only a few inches from the ground.[break][break]
Kommo-o, glittering with scared but bronzed scales, released a
noble roar as the precursor to combat.[break][break]
Then, Steelix, who began to
glow as Bailey pressed a finger to her sunglasses, to the side where a mega-stone had been affixed; mega-evolution spurring to life as it emerged from the transformation bathed in a rainbow light;
gyro ball launched from its steaming, reformed maw.[break][break]
Time to draw their attention.[break][break]
Her hand went to her waist, removing what she rarely ever unveiled; her glock. The pistol was held with gentle care, raised with trained hands with her finger trained to its trigger.[break][break]
Only if it was necessary, she breathed.[break][break]
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tldr: uses avatar powers to make a ramp up the cliff, launches herself off it while on a motorcycle with
Lucas Lane . lands and comes to a stop near the supply truck, has togekiss use
air slash. deploys aggron, kommo-o, and steelix. steelix is now
mega evolved. aggron uses
magnet rise, kommo-o uses
noble roar, and steelix uses
gyro ball on the group closest to the left side of the cliff (beneath the supply truck). she has her gun out. may use? big monka
Your characters arrive as reinforcements. Ahead, League soldiers and their Pokemon engage in fierce combat with the Megalopolans. The aliens fight with their own stun batons and borrowed Pokemon: furfrou, shiftry, and their own Naganadel mounts. Should a League cadet or ranger fall, they would be pounced upon by those close to tear off an ear or a cheek with their teeth. Others face more fortunate fates. Impalement by Naganadel needle brings death more swiftly.[break][break][break]
Further ahead, Guzzlord stomp across the battlefield. Their gaping mouths seem to drool, much like their commanders. From their endless gullets, they BELCH endless poison. The sludge soils the earth and sea. Naganadel swarm across the skies. Several of these draconic creatures are stationed high, perched on the Seaside Cycling Road like snipers. They fire DRAGON PULSES across the field and tear the turf.[break][break][break]
The question of 'why' had roused in her mind several times over the span of only a few moments. Questionable tactics, suicidal plans, motorcycle madness...But, she supposed seeing the tactics most use to scale the rocky walls to meet their foes was...interesting. A far too tireless champion here, and someone literally scaling the cliffs there...
PATISSERIE HM RP
