Grey / Connors
He / Him
Twenty-Six
October Thirty-one
Oldale Town
Heterosexual
Bee Enthusiast
Elite Four
i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
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Greyson Connors
cowardice [m]
POSTED ON May 25, 2021 7:03:26 GMT
greyson curses under his breathe upon approach. by leaning only on z's scouting, he had unwittingly made this mission twice as hard. where two guards should've been were now four. he mistook the robots as just extensions of the buildings roof and had doubled the danger for himself, and aria by extension. he was confident against the original number, but now... plans. actions. outcomes. they flash through greyson's mind like small lightning bolts. his thoughts threaten to derail as he struggles to think of anything he can do to recover. he settles on one. "drop me here and get that man behind me!" he yells over the wind. the corviknight senses his intention and obeys. the decent is quick and greyson feels his heart leap to his throat. with speed beyond what he's ever trained for, he releases his grip and ducks his body into a roll. the landing isn't graceful, and he feels his knees, shins, arms and other parts of his body make jarring impacts. but he's alive and with nothing broken. suppressing a groan and the immediate desire to lay down for a few minutes, he pushes himself to his feet, watching as the corviknight continues it's trajectory towards one of the nearby men. with reluctance, he pulls away, both arms reaching to his waist. in seconds he's joined by a mareep and a hatenna. "go, take them out!" he throws out his arms in desperation towards the two robots, and turns his attention toward the only other human unaccounted for. the three pokemon react within' moments of one another. the hatenna's PSYCHIC lifts the human shaped machine into the air and with all her mental strength, attempts to toss it as far as she can away from the building. meanwhile, mareep's coat begins to thrum with electricity, the electric-type shooting an ELECTRO BALL that aims dead center into the other robots chest, hoping to fry the circuits. the corviknight, on the other hand, stretches it's out it's wing in a passing STEEL WING, aiming to clip him in the leg. with the fervor of a man mad, his body coursing with adrenaline, greyson rushes the second guard. his shoulder already driving towards the confused man's gut moments before he could grasp for something at his belt. he only prays he's fast enough. feeling his lip bleed, greyson has no choice but to rely on the idea that aria can see the conflict above and the signal it provides. 3R7qSfGL notes + is greyson dead here is the real question
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