[attr="class","spiral"]Her words are the dynamite that pull the trigger on his index finger. The moment the click registers he immediately discards the empty Pokeball for his next pair. His leg drapes over one another in a bid to slide out of his seat, obscured behind the sudden Glalie that sprouts behind him. It immediately hovers between Fernando and the other Pokemon, spinning in a preemptive PROTECT. Slateport had taught him to always have a shield at the ready and his most trusted vanguard always enacts the move upon being summoned, regardless of context.

With the initiative, Lulu gets the drop on him. By the time he's on both feet, the FAIRY LOCK sets into place with her DISCHARGE following milliseconds after. Fernando runs on instinct alone and manages to unclasp both Pokeballs while his MISTY TERRAIN coils around his body. His defense mechanism is to populate the field with both his Pokemon and his powers, allowing him the flexibility to play defensively until the advantage is his.

The conjoined efforts of her HYPNOSIS have no affect on him nor his Pokemon. Not that it was intended, but the way the pink glitter shines around his proximity shields them from the negative effects of her status condition. Everyone is not as lucky but that means little to him. Self preservation starts with number one: himself.

As their bodies hit the floor, lulled into an nonconsensual sleep, his Sivally and Zygarde 10% stabilize their positions on his flanks. He favors them for an indoor scenario due to their restraint and relative size. The same cannot be said for his signature Tapu Fini, a deity that has no qualms with smothering those around them if it means disarming their opponent.

"Defensive routine set!"

Both Pokemon bend at the knees, ready to pounce.

"Execute!"



His Zygarde immediately opens up with a piercing GLARE. Anyone within it's field of vision will feel their muscles contort against their will, PARALYZING them. In this moment, before it can even tell if the technique sets in, his Silvally bum rushes the largest target, Solrock, in a quick U-TURN, leaping back into position in a whip-like motion.

"Zygarde's special ability is to mark opponents with a scent only it can pick up. Once marked, the scent never comes off. Not in the months I've had it."

Fernando remains behind his Glalie for good measure. The amount of glitter he exudes makes his previous display paltry in comparison. His second hand smoke were mere droplets in a grand ocean of avatar powers.

"kyle lopez and Thomas Benoit have one as well. They'll hunt you down to the ends of the earth."

[attr="class","spiral"]"And it'll cost you."

On the surface, she surrenders. There's no further movement from her or her Pokemon. Nothing threatening at the very least but Fernando doesn't take any chances. He only moves when needed and Lulu has been brazen enough to force him out early. Here's to showing her why he's considered Hoenn's last resort. His thoroughness knows no bounds, no mercy. As long as they breath, able bodied and in good health, they pose a threat, a liability that Silph can't afford.

"Hands up! Turn around! Place them on the wall!"

Meanwhile, his Pokemon don't stop. They have his same mindset. Never give in until the order is released. Picking on the weak and helpless has never been an issue. Those who do have that problem are either trained to ignore it or released in lieu of Pokemon more suited to such callousness.

Zygarde's GRASS KNOT sprout from between the tiles of the floor, shattering them in pieces as they look to strangle those that have fallen. Once they're bound in place, presumably PARALYZED by the previous GLARE, Glalie launches a channeled SHEER COLD. The first first target is whatever proves closest. It's a difficult attack to land in a real battle but its effects are almost synonymous with a guaranteed KNOCK OUT.

Fernando remains behind his Pokemon, waiting for her compliance before evening daring to step foot outside of his bulwark.

[attr="class","spiral"]“Fine.”

He can wait. Wait until all her Pokemon are reduced to nothing. He’s not here to kill but knowing that they’re out of commission does bring reassurance. As each one gets set on ice so does Fernando’s reserve. When all three of them are considered a non-factor, he looks for the last sign of resistance.

Her.

“Her too,” he instructs, set on restraining her as well. Her outward lack of opposition cause his Pokemon to hesitate from maiming her outright. So, his Zygarde works its magic, GRASS KNOT uprooting from the ground and looking to bind her up as well. He wants her hogtied and bound before he makes a move.

[attr="class","spiral"]“Too late!”

Fernando cuts her direction with a wave of his hand. To fight back at this point proves futile. She may have evened out the numbers but she’s already expended three of her Pokemon. Whatever weird fascination she has with stalling will come back to bite her in the ass.

And who better than his signature.

“Stand down or—” despite the Glalie still poised in front of him, something forms from the MISTY TERRAIN. Given enough time, he exudes enough to congeal to something more solid, something black. Above the bar top his Legendary, Tapu Fini, arises from the mist.

“I’ll blast right through your PROTECT! Don’t test me!”

Whether or not he means it doesn’t matter. Her lack of any real violence doesn’t dissuade the energy that crackles between the duo. Unlike Fernando, the Legendary shows no restraint. Accomplish the mission no matter the cost. If that means taking Lulu’s life, or any of those unconscious around them, it doesn’t matter. Human lives mean nothing to the maiden of the dead.

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[attr="class","spiral"]“Tch.”

His sure hit skill isn’t just for show. The fact that she does down fast leaves Fernando to clean up her mess. Between the Pokemon she still has out, rendering them incapable shouldn’t prove too arduous. The fact that her Blaziken stops moving, prone to protect her, becomes their undoing. Gathered up in one spot makes them an easy target for Zygarde’s GLARE.

Blaziken get bruised and battered by STONE EDGE. Frosmoth is taken down by FLAME CHARGE. Only her Klefki is left and Fernando disregards it under the promise that she’ll come under no real harm. He reasons with the Pokemon at first, offering to return its allies, one by one, and follows through with his promise with or without the Pokemon’s assistance.

When all is said and done, Fernando’s the only one left awake. Kaleidoscope is no longer a place he can remain and he resents her for that. “Fucking bitch.” He’s extra uncaring with the way he handles her unconscious body, fondling her sides until he gets a grasp at her gun. Disarming her, the magazine, and the chamber comes first. Throwing her over his shoulder is an afterthought, his way of cleaning up one last time as he departs.

Now, what to do with Saoirse Quinn.