Oscar winced as Nidorina was taken down by some sort of shadowy terrain. He wasn't sure if she was dead or not, but either way she earned his respect. Hopefully she could find a way to drag herself out of there. In the meantime, the battle raged on. Esra delivered a hard hit, but he needed another opening. Oscar sent a few more distraction pokemon. They needed some extra encouragement, considering all the death that surrounded them, but eventually they charged forward like good little soldiers.

While they got ripped apart, Oscar let out some A-team members to help actually fight the titan. Wrath the Empoleon, Argoth the Arcanine, Tit-Na-Nog the Accelgor, and Rook the Bisharp waited patiently by their master's side until an opening presented itself. Once the time was right, Esra lead the squad into battle. He once again vaulted forward to deliver a Plasma Fist to the monster's face. The other pokemon took to attacking as well, but it quickly became apparent just how over their heads they were.

Oscar was confident in the ability of his team, and worried very little even as they struggled to deliver hits. His face showed no concern, all the way up until the moment Tir died. Oscar didn't even register that it had happened at first, Tir was so fast that it was rare for him to remain trackable. Yet as Oscar scanned the fight, he saw no sign of him at all. And then he spotted him, crushed like a soda can into the pavement. Oscar's eyes widened, he couldn't believe what he was seeing. How did that happen? Was this monster really that quick? If anyone was able to survive, it should have been Tir. And yet...

Oscar could only pull away from the sight as another one of his team fell. The pained cry of Argoth pulled his gaze like metal to a magnet, and Oscar watched with horror as the poor dog was snapped like a twig. Sweat began to fall down Oscar's cheeks, suddenly he felt very aware of how outmatched he was. Though he didn't fully regret fighting this monster until Wrath fell. It took five-maybe three-seconds, yet it felt like an eternity. As Oscar looked to his treasured companion, he would find the proud warrior looking back at him. The penguin's expression said everything, he knew he wouldn't make it. He gave his master one last content smile, and then was vaporized. 

Oscar fell to his knees, he felt like someone had just curbed stomped his head in. He wasn't the only one suffering though, Rook witnessed the fates of his comrades one by one and was beside himself with woe. The Bisharp let out a sound that almost appeared human, a metallic cry of absolute agony. And then that despair was turned into rage. Rook's cry turned into a roar as it charged toward Necrozma, leaping to deliver a Night Slash upon the murderer of his friends. Oscar watched with quivering eyes, his own woe turning into determination. He was all in now.

SPIRAL