Lucas raises an eyebrow as he sees a ginger walking towards him, their attire terribly unfitting for the weather. He says nothing, simply relieved to at least see someone to join him. "Did the same to me, don't take it personally. I'm Lucas, good to see you" he says as he shakes Julian's hand firmly. Kabutops tilts its head inquisitively at the mantine as its released, mystified by the fact that it's floating. Glaceon brushes itself against his leg, head tilted up as it looks towards its trainer for attention.

"I don't know about that, it's fossils they're after so I don't think they'll be hitting lightly, yeah?" Lucas says as he crouches slightly, running his fingers through the ice type's frozen fur. He neglects to mention the name of his two pokemon, thinking it irrelevant. "Then again who knows, not like they're part of Rocket. Haven't heard of the Poachyenas till now." The call for help said the contrary. He turns his attention towards the sky, as if expecting the poachers to fly in.

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"I can see that." Lucas says as he turns his attention back to Julian. One can only assume that they weren't named the "Poachyenas" for nothing. He thought it could also simply be a play on the word poochyena, and the fact that they poach. The reasoning for the name didn't matter to the scientist much. He honestly thought it quite childish. Crafted to help make the group memorable, an implication that their actions could not.

At the suggestion of freezing the poachers he nods. “Uh huh, yeah yeah, I can see that working.” He mulled the idea over in his head. “What if they attack multiple spots? They make a distraction in one spot then strike another. We need to cover the most ground, don’t you think?” Eyes wander as he talks, falling upon the flygon. He looks back up at the sky, then back to the flygon. “Or or, we have your flygon in the sky with you watching for movement. Then we direct our attention wherever there’s poachers. They’ll probably be looking to hit where we’re farthest from.”

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"Alright." Lucas nods in unison as Julian's pokemon goes airborne. Patiently he'd wait alongside Julian for the signal.

Minutes later a shrill shriek from the flygon catches his attention in a heartbeat. His head whips upward to look at the mystic pokemon. As three more shrieks would follow so would his gaze at their scout. "Split up" he says, his words falling flat as the ginger already began to do so. "Go go go!" He then cries towards his Kabutops, right arm repeatedly waving to the closest point. The fossil pokemon races through the snow as it breaks off from its trainer, making its way towards the intruders.

Kabutops finds a single grunt, the newest member to the gang tasked with carrying the bags for the fossils. Two duffel bags are held by each arm as they struggle through the undergrowth, bags getting caught on stray branches. White light ripples over its prehistoric shell, charging an attack. Moments later a ball of white light flies through the air, colliding with a tree. The wood cracks and splinters as it crashes down, the immense sound carries itself through the forest. It lands squarely atop the grunt with the duffel bags, pinning them to the ground. They cry out in pain. Several of their bones are broken. Getting out on their own was impossible, the tree pinning their arms down and back.

One gang member down.

Lucas and Glaceon find themselves at the farthest end of the camp, two grunts waiting for them. Their pokemon had already began making their way towards the tents, archaeologists ran out of them in a fright. A Seismitoad sprays acid at one tent, melting through the fabrics while threatening to drip onto the fossils. Alongside it a torterra too broke through tents, razor sharp leaves cutting through their fabric with ease. "Blizzard there!" Lucas shouts out, pointing towards the tent with acid melting away at it. The blizzard collides with the tent, halting the acid's erosion. "Now there!" This time he points towards torterra, a prime target for his ice type. Frost from the artificial blizzard creeps over the giant's body, covering it in seconds. It was now little more than an ice statue.

"Man just get the fossils already!" One grunt calls to the other as he rushes towards the tents torn open by torterra. They weren't giving up yet. "Seismitoad hydro pump that nerd!" A jet of water hurtles through the air towards the ice type and its trainer. They didn't think it'd knock out the duo. Instead hoping it'd buy enough time to grab some fossils and escape.

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Lucas leaps to the left as the hydro pump flies at the duo. Glaceon does the same but too late, the attack collides with its hind legs. A loud cry pierces the air and whimpers follow. Standing up was a battle, one which the ice type gave up on as it collapses against the snow. The fight wasn't over yet however. Another blizzard rages across the archaeological site. Arms cover the faces of the grunts who struggle to stand up straight against the ferocious winds. Seismitoad is lost on what to do, the words coming from its trainer's mouth are garbled and lost in the wind. It stands there, a worried expression on its face. The last time it disobeyed its trainer it received a thrashing, a frightening memory. Attacking without direction weren't an option here either, as they might hit its trainer. Another frightening thought.

Under the mask of the blizzard Kabutops creeps into the archaeology site. Its footsteps are inaudible over the howling winds. Over time the blizzard fades in sync with the glaceon's strength, lasting a surprising while. The prehistoric pokemon notices the two grunts. They're only five feet away, a distance closed in two long strides. Before either of the men notice the blizzard has come to a halt they each find a sickle to their throats. Both their eyes are wide, one man yells in fright while the other keeps their composure.

Standing Lucas brushes snow off himself, eyes taking in the scene. Neither grunt moved nor did their pokemon. Icicles hung from the fainted torterra's branches while the seismitoad was frozen from fright. He throws his head to the side at the sound of trotting, looking towards the source. "Are these the last of them or what?" Straight to the point. Lucas could guess that Julian wouldn't be over here unless he was done on his end.

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Upon hearing confirmation that all the gang members had fallen Lucas reaches for his phone. He nods slightly in response to Julian's grin. Beeping sounds coincide with each tap on the screen as he inputs the number for the non emergency line. "Uh huh" he says in response to the man's cuff remark. Raising the phone to his ear his eyes lazily took in the state of the site. Several tents were overturned and damaged, but no scientists came to harm. They had begun to pick up scattered papers as a voice came through the phone.

"Hi this is Lucas Lane. I'm at the archaeology site setup on route 119." "That temp one?" A female voice asks. "Yeah, yeah that one. We had a run in with those Poochyena people and have them detained. Would you mind sending some people to pick them up?" There's a moment of silence. "Yeah, we'll be right there." He could hear a sigh from the officer before the line would go dead.

This was going to be an astronomical amount of paperwork.

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