@aria | MISSION

a voice trickles in from nearby and instantly, greyson's eyes shift over. they penetrate through the veil of black and land onto the approaching woman. violet eyes narrow, confirming it's his partner. he lets out a breathe of laughter and the irritability begins to seep out.

"no," he says, feeding off the kindness in her smile. "not long at all."

greyson pushes himself away from the beater with his hips, moving closer to approach. he tries to read the woman's amber eyes for signs of her character, but doesn't push too hard.

"nice to meet you. no names till the end, yeah?"

@aria | MISSION

greyson stifles a sigh. the point of no-names was in case they were being led into a trap, or being watched prior to entry. but, he supposed there was little harm in it considering the scouting he had done.

"greyson," he says, placing his hand out to meet hers. he wasn't one of those types that like to apply dominance over a hand shake.

"i have." greyson whistles and a massive shape descends to land next to them. it's steel feathers were ebony and cobalt stained; perfect for flying in the dead of the night. the corviknight regarded his trainers new companion with a challenging curiosity.

"he tells me there are at least one, maybe two on the roof. they're relaxed. not expecting any threats." his body turns towards the dilapidated building as he speaks. "i've spotted a few coming in and out. smoke breaks, mostly." from the corner of his eye his attention falls back on aria.

"i don't think they're expecting us."

@aria | MISSION

z bends at the neck, his face rapidly turning left and right in extrospection as he gets closer. but his interest is pulled and the corviknight turns away.

"i think one of us enters from the roof while the other from the ground. hit them at the same time." he thinks to the years of video games with DANNY HALL and leo del río .

"i think if we do it fast and loud and put them off their game, we should be able to do some damage before they even know what hit them."

@aria | MISSION

"the roof, then." he says, nodding once for confirmation.

he beckons with a hand for the corviknight to join him, meanwhile reaching into the pockets of his coat to retrieve a glove made out of some type of chain mail. he looks in her direction again, regarding her odd comment.

"i'll be fine. wait for my signal. once you have it..." greyson smirks.

"raise hell."

@aria | MISSION

with his chainmail glove, greyson grabs onto the leg of the corviknight as it takes off. despite the limb having relatively little bladed feathers protecting it, the slightest bit of movement could be jarring enough to slice his palm open like the belly of a magikarp. that would be bad.

he takes to the skies, feeling the cold bite into any exposed flesh with renewed fervor. using his free hand, he tosses as much of his extra coat as possible in front of his face. already his lips are chapping, tongue desperately flicking over them to avoid cracking and bloodying them.

"there" he says, careful to avoid yelling too loud. two armed guards patrol on separate sides of the warehouse roof. their body language is relaxed; bored; uninterested. one, even, is scrolling through social media.

as greyson approaches, he readies himself for the inevitable combat.

'no death.' he tells himself, jaw steeling. 'no death.'

@aria | MISSION

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.

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