009
He, him, his
40
March 31
Freezington, Galar
Irrelevant.
Officer / Gym Leader / INTERPOL
Lieutenant Officer
Was doing swords and shields before it was cool.
TAG WITH @gwyar
Gwyar Wledig
DAWN OF THE DARKEST DAY
POSTED ON Jul 6, 2022 14:04:42 GMT
Dawn of the Darkest Day
Can we have some give and take?
Given the less than ideal circumstances, Gwyar was incredibly grateful to Georgette Bluebottle for taking her time to try and heal him while the absolute chaos going around them continued.
"Thank you, truly." He said softly while doing as instructed, lying down on the grass to be treated. He didn't react much when his tattered cloth was peeled back, though his digits subtly dug into the soil underneath as the wound was splashed with water.
He tried to say nothing so as to not distract the gym leader, though his gaze was drawn away from her when the familiar silhouette's of Bewear and Lunatone drifted into the corner of his vision.
His eyes grew wide at the sight.
"What are you doing here?" He called out, looking simultaneously angered and worried. "You should've stayed with the evacuees!"
For their own sake, if nothing else!
Unfortunately, both pokemon disagreed, coming to hover over the healer and the patient. The Lunatone remained hard to read as ever with its blank, sculpted features, but the Bewear's body language was as easily read as a children's book, the large pokemon briefly looking as though he was about to seize injured man in a hug before sighing and moving to stand between him and the large monster in the distance instead.
Gwyar couldn't remain mad when their intentions were so obvious, sighing as he fell still once more.
"I don't wish to hurry you, but..." He muttered again as he looked at Georgette, face thoroughly apologetic. Mercifully, the woman was swift, and soon, Gwyar was bandaged up.
Which prompted him to immediately snap up and back to work, clearly uncaring for wether his wound tore open. That was fine; the bandages had bought him some extra time.
"I truly am grateful." The man said, speech archaic as ever as he folded an arm over his chest and bowed at the gym leader. "I will repay this debt, I promise."
And just then, the gym leader disappeared from his vision as the world turned to dark. And... within that inky black, those same dots of light from before appeared yet again, now fewer and far between.
But though the number of light houses in the dark had diminished, new light came to life in their place, cutting through the dark.
And flying straight at them. Gwyar's heart sank.
"Take cover!" Shouted the man as he tried leaping back, the light swooped down at unimaginable speed and touching the ground right in front of him.
For a brief moment, everything became white. And then, a large silhouette appeared before him, interposing itself between him and the all consuming light.
When the explosion finally ceased and the curtain of darkness fell over him once again, he found himself laying right back on the grass, pain racking not only at the gaping hole in his torso, but at the rest of his body as well, feeling as though he had spent seven days and nights at the beach without a drop of sunblock.
And still, that was the least of his worries as he forced himself to stand. In the inky dark, he could barely see anything, but he nonetheless knew.
"Bewear! To me!" Ordered the man in a demanding voice, waiting for response.
...
"Lunatone!" He called out again, this time to his psychic type. Even in the darkness, it should be able to find him- to communicate with him.
And still, there was no response. No sound of pained cries, of movement, of his pokemon still being there at all.
The large silhouette from before flashed before his mind, and his teeth clamped together so tightly it felt as though they might grind each other to dust as he clawed at the ground, tearing chunks of grass and soil as he forced himself to stand.
"Bewear! LUNATONE!" He now screamed out; and yet, it wasn't enough; he almost couldn't hear himself over the chaos hidden in the dark. "HUGH! CHEESE!"
...
And then- the ground underneath him became alight. Complex arrays of runes spread over the soil and broke through the unnatural dark.
And in turn, revealed the shadows burnt upon the soil that were all that remained of his partners.
For a brief moment, the chaos around him ceased to exist as he stared, wide eyed, at the silhouettes on the grass.
And then, the chaos resumed, dropping on his sense like an anvil as his face fell, a crestfallen expression slowly forcing itself past his mask of stoicism; his professional act.
"A- Ah." He uttered before he could stop himself, hand slowly reaching to cover his open mouth.
How long had it been... since he had led a partner to their death?
"Ah... Ah...!" He breathed.
Slowly, gently. In and out. Think, rationalize. His job had always been dangerous. This wasn't the first time something like this had happened. Hadn't he experienced plenty of times, decades ago.
It's fine. They were doing their job, just like he. He had only trained them for a couple of months anyway. He barely even knew them, didn't he?
Yes... Yes...
And yet.
A trembling hand reached for a luxury ball, always kept at his side, before palming it firmly. The device grew to full size as he ran his thumb over it.
Yes. He hadn't known them for too long. But they still deserved better than this.
The pokeball opened, releasing Gawain the Gallade into the unknown battlefield.
Gawain immediately found himself assaulted by the flurry of chaotic emotions that had flooded the battlefield. But he was swift to center himself on the only one that truly mattered to him.
And as he stared at Gwyar, the man's shoulders trembling, his heart enwrapping itself in pitch black, a forebodding feeling fell on the Gallade's chest.
Gwyar breathed in deeply.
"GALATINE!" He roared, raising his hand to the skies. At the same time, his gauntlet came alight, overflowing with power as the Keystone embedded upon it shone the colours of the rainbow. "GAWAIN!"
 [player]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/850907874325823529/980171107258761216/The_Knight_has_arrived.mp3[/player]
Galatine launched from the man's shadow and into the sky, gathering life force from the sky, the earth and the moon before it suddenly came crashing back down with blinding speed.
It smashed back into Gwyar's iron grip, cracks spreading over the soil underneath him as the air shimmered around him, charged with Galatine's overflowing power.
Gawain emerged from the dark egg in his empowered form not a second later, standing before his master as he spread his arms wide and swept them through the air, ready to protect.
"We're cutting it down!" Boomed the furious man, taking the first step towards the monster and marching forward as Galatine trembled in his grip with barely contained, growing power, the man coming within the vicinity of Kyogre as if unknowingly drawn while in his fury.
-Bless Georgette Bluebottle.
-Screw Necrozma. Hugh the Bewear and Cheese the Lunatone died.
-Mega Evolving Gallade.
-Using Aegislash's Z-move.
-Mega Gallade is using Swords Dance.
-Moved within Kyogre's vicinity.
|
|
Before the darkness descended upon them once again, Barnaby took in the raging battlefield: its devastating thunder and sudden downpour of rain, the many combatants slogging through the mud to fight against NECROZMA, and the Legendary Pokémon all around struggling to contain their common enemy.
Through the darkness and the range of attacks launched towards the intruder, it’s hard to see if Lex’s pokemon actually did any damage. The question is answered with through it’s retaliation. The darkness is broken by the powerful PRISMATIC LASER. Its flash is blinding, and the sheer power of the explosion sends her flying backwards. The world around her spins, the screams and voices of other muddled as her head pounds. Warmth drips down her cheek, fresh blood from where she smacked her head against a rock. 
