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She was going to die.[break][break]

Trick Room would be the culprit—what should have been a hasty escape was ruined as Bailey Cooper felt her speed drop drastically as she passed into its boundary. Rumble the Steelix had been able to snag her, but it was not fast enough to keep Guzzlord from realizing where they had gone. The strange orange pokemon was still weak under her arm as the Ultra Beast tore them from the ground.[break][break]

No time to think. No time to wish for a kinder outcome.[break][break]

Self-preservation was an instinct that she knew all too well—it was only suppressed by the screams of her Steelix as he was nearly torn asunder by the Guzzlord's thrashing maw. “Rumble!” and despite falling into the depths of the creature's gullet, she still overcame her fear to retrieve his pokeball from her waist to withdraw him back to the safety of his capsule.[break][break]

It was pointless. If she died, so would they; but, she hoped that in their capsules, they would feel no pain.[break][break]

"i leave this to you, humans. i'm sorry." Her eyes snapped open.[break][break]

She would be spared; but, only because the strange pokemon deemed it so. “Wait!” The self-sacrifice was not lost to her. Her hand was outstretched, but it was too late. Instead, the Sergeant watched as the jaws slammed shut while she was jettisoned from its grasp. Blood had spewed itself across her features, and it was only when telekinesis locked her limbs in place that she registered it.[break][break]

Was it her from her Steelix? From the orange pokemon? She does not know.[break][break]

Gravity shifted—from rising to falling, and it left Bailey Cooper with nothing but a broiling sense of frustration as the ground grew ever closer.[break][break]

That was the second time she had been spared—the second time a pokemon had taken her place. The rage bubbled in the pit of her stomach, making her limbs shake and her heart skip its pace. It was overwhelming; yet, she can extract the strength from this raw fury.[break][break]

V-Create dazzled in the sky.[break][break]

A rogue psychic ended her decent, gently gliding Bailey Cooper back to the sanctity of the ground. With a broken arm hanging loosely by her side, drenched in the blood of her own pokemon, Bailey Cooper had felt herself sink to this new low... but she felt the urge to fight spring itself anew, refusing to let her fall to the wayside.[break][break]

It was warm. It was bright. She would welcome it as her bloodied face was raised—dripping ichor as if fresh from a kill.[break][break]



Rumble's capsule was clenched in her only functioning hand. “I'm not done yet,” and her eyes focused on the distant glow of red. “I'm done when I say I'm fucking done.”[break][break]

This fucker was going to pay.[break][break]

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tldr: Bailey Cooper is guided back to the ground by persephone amavi through the use of Psychic. Bailey Cooper is also fucking pissed.

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despite the carnage. [break][break][break]

despite the chaos.[break][break][break]

despite being thrown into the very throes of defeat.[break][break][break]

Bailey Cooper persists. she is that stubborn bitch that refuses to falter in front of an impossible enemy. the punishment she takes manifests in a battered body but her spirit ferments, brewing into something that even the guzzlord cannot swallow. the blood of her pokemon baptizes her in utter despair but what she feels is anything but. the lingering aura of victini's aura starts to manifest as the V-CREATE becomes a torrent of latent vivaciousness. [break][break][break]

your time is now. you are a VICTORY STAR.[break][break][break]

a fragment of the V-CREATE plummets on course to collide straight into her. the resounding ferocity of her ego compounds against it. victory comes in many forms and bailey will make it her own. [break][break][break]

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Lucas Lane feels the victini's demise as if it were his own, shredded into scraps, harrowed beyond measure as the guzzlord skewered the tiny pokemon with its endless teeth. their time may have been limited but their bond is anything but. friendly banter, petty squabbles–what lucas feels is not the loss of a friend, nor the passing of a lover, but something more. a piece of his soul, intertwine with the creature, its foster home for the past month, is left empty, creating a void within his psyche.[break][break][break]

destruction reigns plentiful, combatants rise, divided but alive. despite this, lucas feels alone. his world is empty, meaningless. perpetual inadequacy guilts him into aiding Bailey Cooper , a delusional attempt to right his wrongs. [break][break][break]

a command comes out but his heart is unsettled, uncertain.[break][break][break]

from beyond, victini's last will comes to pass. a fragment of V-CREATE diverges from its initial trajectory, homing onto the former avatar. it seeks to reassure what lucas will never admit.[break][break][break]

everything will be okay, old friend. i'm here, in your heart!

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freya morningstar 's shift in priorities and emphasis on precision over raw power is rewarded when her dragonair skillfully lands a HYPER BEAM straight into the pokemon's gaping maw. it takes the attack, unperturbed, unable to guzzle down the attack as it would have previously but ultimately the pokemon is indomitable.[break][break][break]

from above, arian coin 's newfoudn PRIMAL MEGA PIDGEOT concentrates onto the enemy with an incredible LASER like FOCUS. golden hues becomes a menacing white as its pupils dilate several times over, seeing beyond what's possible for the KEENEST of EYES. [break][break][break]

right there![break][break][break]

reliant on the pokemon's innate instincts, a primal force of nature untapped for thousands of years, the pokemon pierces the very skies it inhabits with an AERO BLAST that rivals the power of its creator. the attack hits the pokemon clean across its burnt little head, pushing it back with a force that NO GUARD can protect against. [break]

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A baptism by blood. A baptism by flame. In this fury, in this pain, the blood-soaked Sergeant can only hear a question as a blinding light engulfed her.[break][break]

What do you want, Bailey Cooper?[break][break]

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A girl was seated in a small, low-lit room. Her feet knock together, unable to reach the ground from the chair that she was seated; knuckles white as if she were ready to burst.[break][break]

“You graduated by the skin of your teeth.”[break][break]

The brown of her hair is shortly cropped, buzzed at its sides, and intended to intimidate. A high-school uniform was crinkled on her frame, begging to be ironed, with a leather jacket thrown over—her statement. Its yellow fuzz contrasted the dark smudges of make-up that had been so lazily traced beneath her purple gaze.[break][break]

A pamphlet. A man seated at the desk across from her, with the words “guidance councilor” labeled to the glass door. He was leaned back in his chair, as far as it could go, as if the sight of the disgruntled teenager frightened him.[break][break]

He chewed on the eraser to his pencil. He had a pocket protector. She could still smell the fresh ink from the printer.[break][break]

“Community college will be your best bet, if you can apply yourself. It'll give you the time to think about what you'll want to be.”[break][break]

“Fuck off with that,” and she threw it in the trash.[break][break]

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What do you want, Bailey Cooper?[break][break]

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“Shit, I really managed to do it,” and a young woman rubbed the dirt from her face as she grinned at a distant foe—her pokemon standing victorious. Kapow and his brass scales were held to the sky, letting out a roar that rumbled down to her very core. Blues contrasting the disaster of the battlegrounds that they had left scorched.[break][break]

Triumph. The malpais of Lavaridge, from beyond its borders, kissed her face with the chalky, reds of the Earth. It even smudged the ridge of her shoulders, where leather toasted beneath a warm sun.[break][break]

A distant trainer groaned, fishing for his wallet as stacks of bills were fitted snugly into the palm of her hand. She liked the slap, liked the pleasure of looking at money that had been rightfully earned. “You won by the skin of your teeth.”[break][break]

A victory filled the hole in her chest.[break][break]

Despite its presence, her face would become crestfallen, a frustration lingering in her eyes as she walked back to her motorcycle—alone, aimless, even if all of Hoenn stretched out before her. A gap year that had stretched into three—the life of a wandering trainer had started to lose its appeal.[break][break]

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What do you want, Bailey Cooper?[break][break]

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“You passed—your battle assessment was outstanding, but we're still concerned with your other scores,” and Bailey Cooper was still at the edge of her seat, dressed in the fatigues that the League had provided her. Now, her hair was longer. Now, it lightly brushed against her shoulders, where the yellow fuzz of her jacket existed to coddle it.[break][break]

Her gaze was focused. “But... I passed?”[break][break]

“By the skin of your teeth,” and she wondered if this would be what she needed—a purpose.[break][break]

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What do you want, Bailey Cooper?[break][break]

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She held his hand, feeling the contrast of metal to skin. Warm and then cold.[break][break]

It felt secure. It felt like structure—like what had driven her to the League.[break][break]

Her toes sink into the sand, staring out at an endless blue ocean with a police badge resting beneath her jacket—now, the day has expired, and she stared at a Hoenn with new eyes that had been blessed by the sight of a Legendary's fury—a hyper beam that had never touched her, despite the confines of the tomb where they had battled.[break][break]

Regirock had perspired, but she continued to exist—by the skin of her teeth, she thought, as she bit into a warm cheeseburger.[break][break]

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What do you want, Bailey Cooper?[break][break]

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A funeral. A door was closed, leaving her to wonder where it could have lead.[break][break]

She survived, but only by the skin of her teeth, as Hoenn felt ready to crumble—as she felt ready to crumble, wondering how long she would be the one to survive while others fall. By the skin of her teeth, she thought, as she sat in a bar next to FERNANDO SILPH and downed another drink.[break][break]

Her new medals felt heavy. Her new title felt worthless.[break][break]

Why did others die while she continued to survive? Why was she the one to always scrape by?[break][break]

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What do you want, Bailey Cooper?[break][break]

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“What do I want?” And the fire that surrounded her did not burn, because it could not come close to the fire that burned inside, where it stripped her raw and let her emotions overflow like churning magma. “I'll tell you what I fucking want.”[break][break]

Burn. Burn. Burn—Burning anew as Bailey Cooper was made into a Victory Star.[break][break]

“I'm done living by the skin of my teeth, I'm done living because I'm too fucking lucky to die,” and the Spitefire spat her words as the memory of those she lost filtered into her mind; today, two had fallen and taken her place. “I'm not gonna lose. Not anymore.”[break][break]

Rumble's capsule was raised—she can feel something inside her chest that sang to the pokemon she carried. “Today, I'm gonna live. Today, I'm gonna win.”[break][break]

"Give me fire." She would take this strength. She would let it overflow; her own eruption as years of seismic activity reached its boiling point.

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magma boils. defiance erupts. a cascade of raw will intermingles with the external thermal energy. bailey feels more than heat, she feels a burn that precedes victini's flame. [break][break]

her blood boils. the inner heat expands, incinerating every fiber of her body as bailey is born anew. scattered grains of parted sand, remnants of her palossand saturate the surroundings, scattered by the constant ebb and flow of battle. they whirl up around her, surfacing from the welled up fury that seeps inside. bailey melts and underneath her the earth trembles in fear. [break][break]

the pain is second only to her scorn. the bitterness of being abused and never living up to expectations surface amidst the battle. it consumes her with no way out. only now does she realize the depravity of her pokemon, the pain inflicted, the misery endured. [break][break]

it hurts. [break][break]

and from the pain comes a catharsis, a renewal from a chance that should've never been given. if not for lucas lane then surely bailey would have died today. here, stomped into the dirt, devoured by an unknown menace. but victini's divine intervention spells a new hope. one forged in blood, sweat, but never tears. [break][break]

bailey never looks back, too wound up to grieve, too desperate to live to mourn. they will be a time to look back but only once they're done kicking this thing's ass. [break][break]

power is given and power is taken. it is up to those yearning for it to make use of the blessings they are given. [break][break]

"give me the fire." [break][break]

then take it. [break][break]

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rumble's capsule cracks, shattering under the intense pressure coursing through bailey's veins and directly into the capsule monster inside. in a bright array of warm colors the beast is released from the cage, permanently. her steelix materializes behind her, still battered and beaten, reduced to a mere husk of its former glory. scratched iron, chipped steel, a reminder of its utter defeat. it's a surprise that the pokemon is still clinging to life. [break][break]

but it does and from that life comes a baptism in tenacity. [break][break]

a need to persist defies all odds and showers the steelix in a coat of white light. the pokemon's STURDINESS compounds, shedding off the broken coat with a shimmering, flawless crystal gleaming in its place. a fire sears the pokemon but it feels nothing of the heat or burn. the only pain it can register is a need to evolve, a need to ensure that bailey comes out on top no matter the cost. [break][break][break]

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steelix is no longer limited to the confines of physics and the ground it stands upon. the passing shards of her felled palossand clump to make compacted shards of glass that revolve around its head. a crown fit for the king of the earth, coronated with an emblem of victory. beside him is his appointed queen, marked by victini's iconic v strewn across her collar bone. it pulses with a conviction that will carry on the pokemon's will. [break][break]

the SHEER FORCE of the pokemon's presence weighs a heavy toll on itself. it can barely maintain its stature with the exponential increase in mass that causes it to size up to the ultra beast that lays before them. no longer will they fight a giant that seems impenetrable. to PAYBACK their assailant with a wrath unbound, brings the steelix to the peak of an euphoric climax. a mix of sulfuric gas and carbon dioxide spew out of its mouth, brimming with the life of new a landmass. [break][break][break]

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"today, we're going to win." [break][break]

Bailey Cooper 's PRIMAL REVERSION INTO PRIMAL!MEGA STEELIX.

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arian and bailey have already felt the power of victini's parting VICTORY STAR. for lucas lane, the epicenter of their comeback, the instrumental director of these choice coincidences, what he feels is exacerbated to a level beyond. for the others, the pain and energy is unimaginable, undergoing a metamorphosis of molding a power that goes beyond their physical limits. it'll burn, it'll hurt, but they'll retain their sanity. [break][break]

lucas lane is not like the others. he is the leading scientist of the region whose research expands infinite subjects. he is a man who not only served as oracle and avatar but will be the one to coin this phenomenon as mega evolution. and, for dabbling his hands in everything, he must pay the price. [break][break]

victini's energy strikes him just like everyone else. the difference is that whatever residual essence the pokemon's left behind accentuates the power flowing in. his body is a kettle boiling over, flooding him as a blistering amount of power radiates from his mouth and eyes. he can feel his throat shrivel, roasted by the constant out-pour. his eyes become a filtered lens, going blind as he feels them dry out. only arian coin will know this level of pain but at least he was unconscious. for lucas lane, this will be an experience beyond death, unknown to all. even now, the head scientist makes a new discovery. [break][break]

'lucas!' [break][break]

reassuring words only do so much. the cry for help is a whisper lost among the constant static and fuzz of his brain dying under the pressure. [break][break]

'stay strong! you're not alone!' [break][break]

willow flickers in his mind for a moment before everything goes black. lucas falls unconscious momentarily before feeling the pain dissipate, rerouting into each of his palms. with a calm amount of focus, lucas expunges the excess into two beams of orange light, each one homing on onto two of his pokemon: glalie and aerodactyl. [break][break]

the mega glalie eagerly accepts the blessing, unhinging its jaw and devouring the constant stream with a menacing grin. it comes as no surprise that the pokemon has an aptitude for the power, mimicking lucas' glow with one of its own. the temperature no longer starts to dip. it becomes an absolute zero, turning rubble into ice and broken buildings into glaciers. hail and snow begin to form as the pokemon's mere presence REFRIGERATES the area. mossdeep is no longer a place of science. it will serve as the icy throne room for the king of ice. [break][break][break]

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the aerodactyl above him is drenched in the same glow, bathed in victini's will and transcending into its strongest form. no longer will it be shackled by the passage of time, reduced to a mockery of its former glory. a cocoon forms around it and hidden from the prying eyes of those around, the aerodactyl regresses back into its prehistoric form. the limitations of fossil revitalization are broken as the aerodactyl's bone structures expands. rocky segments of cartilage puncture through its skin, protruding into a new skeletal structure that's stronger then its previous bone. weak, meaty flesh is replaced by rock hard hide, reinforced by the stone braces underneath. a pacifistic disposition relapses to a primal barbarism fit for the chief predator and king of the past. [break][break][break]

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MEGA!PRIMAL AERODACTYL above and MEGA!PRIMAL GLALIE in front. [break][break]

with two primal mega evolutions before him, lucas will come to know that here on the battlefield, he is never truly alone. [break][break]

Lucas Lane 's PRIMAL REVERSION INTO PRIMAL!MEGA GLALIE.

Lucas Lane 's PRIMAL REVERSION INTO PRIMAL!MEGA AERODACTYL.

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• This pokemon is cured of any previous status ailment(s).
• This pokemon has their parameters quadrupled!
• This pokemon has the ability ROCK HEAD, STURDY, SHEER FORCE, SAND FORCE, and SAND STREAM.
• This pokemon has access to four additional move slots.
• This pokemon may change its current moves for any non-TM move. List all of its moves in your next post.
• This pokemon has access to the event moves: PRECIPICE BLADES, TECTONIC RAGE.

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• This pokemon is cured of any previous status ailment(s).
• This pokemon has their parameters quadrupled!
• This pokemon has the ability ROCK HEAD, PRESSURE, UNNERVE, and TOUGH CLAWS.
• This pokemon has access to four additional move slots.
• This pokemon may change its current moves for any non-TM move. List all of its moves in your next post.
• This pokemon has access to the event moves: SPLINTERED STORMSHARD, CONTINENTAL CRUSH.

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• This pokemon is cured of any previous status ailment(s).
• This pokemon has their parameters quadrupled!
• This pokemon has the ability INNER FOCUS, ICE BODY, MOODY, REFRIGERATE, and SNOW WARNING.
• This pokemon has access to four additional move slots.
• This pokemon may change its current moves for any non-TM move. List all of its moves in your next post.
• This pokemon has access to the event moves: SUBZERO SLAMMER, GLACIATE.

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Bailey Cooper emerged; phantasmal and resplendent. With each breath, she can see the rising, licking tongues of flame—her sight unfocused and then focused, as her eyes finally beheld her foe. The fire waned, but she could still feel its intensity, as it reached a feverish brink.[break][break]

Victory is mine, and her stare betrayed the violence of her violet gaze. I will take it, as her body continued to burn.[break][break]

She heard the sands—heard them as they ripped at the torn landscape with a scorn that matched her own. As though she were a mother, the queen of earth recognized the familiar touch, the familiar presence, of her departed Palossand. They share their anger, their frustrations, as the sandstorm reached an intensity that she had never seen. Surely, it would have stripped skin from bone, had she not been at the center of the storm.[break][break]

Their last embrace.[break][break]

Rumble's capsule shattered in her grasp—their minds becoming intertwined as she shared a connection with her pokemon that she had never felt before. Their thoughts were meshed, contorted, in a cacophony of sound and emotion that could not be separated. There was no cohesion. They do not share the same wavelength—but, in the chaos, it almost seemed perfect.[break][break]

It suited them. It was real. “You've been by my side all along.”[break][break]

The sands concentrated, just as her Steelix was touched by this unspeakable energy. It was stronger than any evolution—stronger than any move ever performed. She felt the shape in her mind, the transformation, and guided it with her own hand as the shell encased him. “Show them how you have been my guiding light,” and her eyes closed, just as the Palossand condensed.[break][break]

“Fight for me,” and the roar of her Steelix made the ground rumble, followed by the ear-splitting crack as the shell was shattered. A primal transformation as the snake shielded her from the world.[break][break]

The glass was beautiful, she thought, as the world beheld the rainbow sheen of her two pokemon—forever intertwined.[break][break]

The victory star would walk into the middle of the destroyed intersection, her Steelix floating behind her, as the others began to utilize the same energy that continued to consume her—their moment of triumph—as she found herself in the same place where she had began.[break][break]

Facing down the creature, standing in its path, as she would raise her hand. This time, it would not be Moonblast. This time, it would hurt.[break][break]

The sands continued to follow them, refusing to depart until the battle was finished.[break][break]

Their bodies glowed with the same red fury, sharing in the strength of the move, as if she were a battery that had more than enough to spare. Rumble's body would twist in mid-air, flipping as he would spiral forward and then slamming his tail to the ground to unleash what they had in store.[break][break]



The ground fissured—splitting apart beneath the massive creature to try and engulf it—and then slamming shut to pin it in place and apply the same pressure that she had felt throughout this entire battle.[break][break]

And then would come the revenge. The glass formations that her Steelix suspended would begin to spin—faster and faster—as they would stretch in length, until long, blade-like shards were created. The blades would fray out, pointing forward, as the Steel-type snake lunged to confront a foe that no longer out-sized him.[break][break]



One of the blades would swing, bringing its sharpness down upon one of the arm-like appendages in an attempt to sever it. The rest of his body would slam the full force of his weight against the beast, colliding against what had once seemed like an unmovable force.[break][break]



It was time for the beast to tangle with something its own size.

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she wonders if she died.

she sees intermittently — white and then black. her limbs are numb and heavy and persephone doesn't realise she's screaming until her own throat betrays her, closing up and rendering her unable to continue.

light bursts around her and flickers through the ruins like dying stars and blinding fear and rage, commingled into something unrecognisable but distinctly painful, partially subsides.

persephone registers the ice, then the pokemon that don't look like themselves, twisted beyond recognition in their shared trauma.

she sees her friends, colleagues, but can't read their expressions. she doesn't have to — the very air is alive with their resolve.

words don't need to pass between her and the lucario. her fear reverberates in his bones, her anger thunders within his skull. to feel that and respond adequately, that's always been his function.

aura spheres volley from his outspread paws like bullets, honing in on their target. it's not enough; they both realise that.

when bailey's steelix twists in its attack, the lucario and its trainer realise intellectually that anything they do will be a weak ghost of the same attack. but what option do they have?

the debris underfoot shoots up around them. the city may be destroyed, but its rubble will fight back. the makeshift stone swords revolve around the pokemon in a poor man's precipice blade as he moves forward to attack.

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the ground splits apart and the towering pokemon ends up falling into the wide chasm. it plummets until its bulky body gets stuck in the narrowing pitfall. the concave structure of the earth works against the pokemon and will spell its undoing. immobilized, Bailey Cooper and freya morningstar will have ample time to capitalize on the beast while persephone amavi 's lucario pelts it with a stream of AURA SPHERES. each ball of energy feels like toy bullets from an airsoft gun and the mysterious pokemon seems unfazed. what's more concerning is how it wriggles in the makeshift burial.[break][break][break]

STONE EDGE causes the ground to shift and multiple stump of hard rock jolt forward to prod at the pokemon. again, it means little to the hulking beast. what it's concerned with is the hulking serpent coming towards it, looking to tear into its flesh with a razor sharp buzz-saw. the blade cuts through flesh and finally the beast bleeds, but one cut is not enough to sever the appendage. the blood that spills out sprays everywhere, TOXIC to the touch with a corrosiveness that bailey's familiar with. her steelix may be tempered steel but even that melts before an inter-spacial poison. [break][break][break]

the speed of an apex predator is second to none. the SPLINTERED STORMSHARD turns the city into a weapon. rubble from the pokemon's destruction returns for vengeance, covering the aerodactyl as it becomes a whirling mass of stone and concrete. the buildings rise and fall just as fast. the city rains down on the mysterious pokemon and it has no choice but to take it. at least until Bailey Cooper follows up with the finisher. [break][break][break]

a HEAVY SLAM comes down and the steelix finally has some weight behind it. the impact of the attack comes with a bludgeoning force that would've knocked the beast straight off its feet if it wasn't for the fact that the pokemon's held in place. but up close, there's little wiggle room for it to escape the FLAMETHROWER that comes out, filling the fissure with a hot flame that becomes a geyser of fire and brimstone.[break][break][break]

a pillar of fire erupts from the opening and freya morningstar 's arrow melts instantly. the THUNDER WAVE from her pokemon is lost in the sea of fire and its hard to tell if it managed to pass through. the flames lick at everything it touches and threaten to turn the ground into lava. at least until Lucas Lane puts a freeze on it. in an instant everything is turned to ice. Bailey Cooper 's steelix is no exception, encased along with the guzzlord as their surroundings quickly shift toward an icy hellhole. the GLACIATE is powerful and is discriminatory, unable to tell friend from foe. Bailey Cooper stays safe but only due to the burning essence of her VICTORY STAR. [break][break][break]

cracks form along the ice, compounding from the epicenter of the structure before it shatter in a concussive blast. the SUBZERO SLAMMER throws the guzzlord into the air along with the primal steelix. the absolute power of ice is second to none but the attack takes time. the temperature change is instant but despite the glalie arming it prior it only activates now. [break][break][break]

airborne, the pokemon lashes out at the steelix with two heavy HAMMER ARMS. the impact of the DRAIN PUNCH reverberates against the pokemon's impervious armor but the force behind it is enough to SMACK DOWN the serpent back to where it belongs, on the ground. unfortunately, a beast of that mass and that size being shot down will cause some complications of its own. the others down below will find that the consequential EARTHQUAKE threatens them more than the terror they've faced so far. [break][break][break]