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[attr="class","skulltitle"]導通抵抗

[attr="class","skulloverlap"]BUT HOLD YOUR BREATH, GUESS WHO'S RUNNING THE SHOW?

[attr="class","skullbody"]Lilycove was full of inconspicuous warehouses. That meant it was also full of trouble, simmering just below the surface.[break][break]

The security breach in the Safari Zone's system had already been given an acid test, Isaac's name being seamlessly added to the VIP list. From there, he had easy access to the Warden's back garden. That, on its own, was harmless. Isaac got to play Delibird for a few friends and loved ones, but he played by the rules instead of pushing his luck.[break][break]

No, the luck pushing came after. The same security breach haad been tapped anew, this time for shipments rather than appointments. Would anybody really notice a simple swap in the address of a single warehouse delivery? And if they did, would they even think to investigate this neighboring warehouse?[break][break]

Would they even know that Rocket had taken control?[break][break]

Nine times out of ten, the continued state of business operation was legitimate. A whole warehouse going dark at once was highly suspicious. A few Is going undotted and Ts going uncrossed was just expected. Those "errors" were Rocket's gain, and many a good transaction had taken place within this warehouse.[break][break]

With his rising potential and role in the safari zone heist so far, it was only natural that Isaac would be assigned to supervise the safari ball shipment. He sat behind a screen of security cameras, idly flicking through them to keep on the lookout for any trouble. The heavy machinery was all tucked away where it should be. A large, magnetic crane was stacking shipping crates of safari balls onto large pallets. Grunts were roaming up and down the halls, patroling in duos to ensure they weren't caught unaware.[break][break]

Pickup would come in the evening. Til then, it was time to play the waiting game.

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an alert came through to greyson's phone. an alert, pinged directly to him, to investigate a disturbance in the warehouse district. while he didn't understand how the league had known, but the fact the alert had come from GABRIEL BLACK 's rotom gave him enough of a reason to confirm it's truth.
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the little thing was meticulous.
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"autumn," he calls, rising from his comfortable position on the couch. the delphox's eyes snapped open from her meditation on the balcony, looking at him with mild annoyance. the fox's grin lifts slowly as greyson speaks.
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"got a live one."
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it's a number of minutes later that he finds himself TELEPORTED to the warehouse district of lilycove city. it was a stark contrast to the one where he'd battle Alexandra Briarwood, but carried enough similarities that he didn't feel completely like a magikarp out of the water.
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silently he looks up at the building, his voice a soft, curious whisper.
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"anything?"
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huffing, the delphox releases a PSYCHIC pulse, entangling her will to tap all the minds in the nearby vicinity. one strikes her fancy. her maw curls, and greyson understands.
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"well, let's go say hello then, eh?"

they move inside.
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[attr="class","skulltitle"]導通抵抗

[attr="class","skulloverlap"]BUT HOLD YOUR BREATH, GUESS WHO'S RUNNING THE SHOW?

[attr="class","skullbody"]Someone was walking right in through the front door.[break][break]

No, scratch that. A gym leader was walking right in through the front door.[break][break]

Nope! Even better. Greyson Connors, renowned siegebreaker specialist of the Hoenn Pokemon League, had just arrived. And he was walking right in through the front door.[break][break]

Fuck.[break][break]

Isaac quickly flicked on a communicator radio. He took a deep breath, keeping his composure best he could, and proceeded to speak. "Gym leader right at our front door," he said, tone even enough to appear in charge but sharp enough to communicate the urgency of this situation. "Scramble the grunts. Keep a few hands by the payload, but get the rest set for an ambush. If they sent a gym leader, it's too late to retreat, but at least if we can all work together we've got a shot of slowing him down."[break][break]

Why slow him down? Well, that was obvious. Isaac flipped his burner out, sending a quick communication HQ's way. "Gym leader's at Warehouse 74. Safari Ball shipment's jeopardized. Requesting backup and some emergency transport; the more of this haul we can salvage, the better."[break][break]

It would've been nice if cutting and running was an option. Unfortunately, it wasn't. When they said to protect the shipment at all costs, they meant at all costs. An opportunity like Warehouse 74 didn't come around every day. Every second mattered. Every piece of Safari Ball tech they could salvage mattered. All they had to do was weather the storm.[break][break]

Isaac relieved himself of camera duty, motioning for another grunt to take the reins. While Isaac hoped that stationing grunts into ambush zone after ambush zone would wear Greyson down, he knew there was no chance they'd stop him. That was why he fell back to the payload personally to serve as the last line of defense.[break][break]

One crate of Safari Balls remained out in the open. Thinking carefully, Isaac released a Pokeball of his own. An Amoonguss came out, Isaac slipping it into the upper layer of the box. He'd be down a Pokemon in this fight, but if Greyson tried to claim his prize early he'd be in for a nasty surprise. Maybe that gamble would pay off.[break][break]

Once the trap was set, he slipped behind the controls of the magnetic crane. From here, not only was he hidden, but he was also in xontrol of the biggest damn thing in this facility. If you were expecting a gym leader to come calling soon, it was maybe the best place to be.

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greyson stops short of the main-entrance as his mind is sent a barrage of images. this method of communication had never been an issue between greyson, and his delphox — the intent was clear.
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"seems we have quite the welcome party," he muses quietly aloud, "let's not disappoint them, hm?"
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minutes pass from Isaac Merlo 's first glance at the gym leader. all is silent and still, nearly to the point where a grunt lying in wait would question whether or not issac's words were true at all.
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then the door to warehouse is blown to smithereens.
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a massive, ground vibrating roar erupts from the shiny tyrantrum that barrels through the massive hole. it's head lowers as the guttural roar echoes through the confined space, spittle flying and landing on any rocket that's too close.
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it lashes out with a DRAGON TAIL, sweeping a number of grunts and their pokemon off their feet, and sent flying towards the far wall. a PSYCHIC power envelopes them, lowering them to safety before they could meet their untimely end.
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"incapacitate, not kill," follows a voice, clearly annoyed with the ancient pokemon. it responds in a huff, but otherwise doesn't react much otherwise. tyrantrum looks around the room, as if eyeing the next poor sod to stand against it, even as the sound of footfalls echo.
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greyson comes into view then, a comfey wrapped around his wrist. it's a different shade than usual, a dark purple that's almost black. at his side a delphox floats, her sneer apparent from the moonlight that trickles in. all around the warehouse a SHADOW STORM begins to brew, an ominous wind that carries malcontent.
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"let's make this easy — surrender, you're all under arrest."
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somewhere, in the back of his mind, he knows truthfully that not everyone would. he kind of looks forward to that.

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POSTED ON Sept 5, 2022 5:35:56 GMT

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[attr="class","skulltitle"]導通抵抗

[attr="class","skulloverlap"]BUT HOLD YOUR BREATH, GUESS WHO'S RUNNING THE SHOW?

[attr="class","skullbody"]"The door got blow- yes, I know the door got blown! I could hear it from all the way back here! Tell me something I don't know. Ugh, no. It's fine. You're doing great. Just . . . any backup? League officials with him? Weapons?[break][break]

. . . No? Just one guy and his Pokemon? Okay. Great. It's fine. We can work with this."[break][break]

While he wasn't behind the security cameras anymore, the recently-promoted Security Grunt was doing his best to keep Isaac in the loop. Greyson had come alone and made his presence known. That was good news and bad news. The good news was that it was just a single man. A single person, against many people, was usually a recipe for trouble. The bad news was that this was a man who was clearly confident that he could handle all of this on his own, and from what Security Grunt had said was more than capable of backing it up.[break][break]

Not that it was a surprise. This was literally what Greyson did for a living. Isaac's first day of getting command of something, and he was already facing the biggest possible threat one could experience in that situation. Was this intentional, some kind of test set up by a Rocket with intel on the League's next moves? Or was this just his infamously poor luck rearing its ugly head in a new, exciting fashion?[break][break]

Well, fuck it. Fuck fate. Fuck luck. Fuck tests. If he was getting served up to the meat grinder, he wasn't going quietly into the good night. And he'd be damned if, in the process, any of these grunts went down with him. "He's alone. I've got your backs. It's not over yet," Isaac said, this time on the grunt frequency instead of the security room frequency. "Get him on all sides. Few at a time. Waves. Fire off, get to the shadows. Draw him back here."[break][break]

A few of the grunts (particularly the ones that had just been punted by a goddamn T-Rex) were quick to respond to Greyson's response. They fell to their knees, hands behind their heads where Greyson could see them. The dark hurricane drew closer, ever closer, and they did not want to be swallowed up in its malaise.[break][break]

The rest of the Grunts weren't so convinced. Some were afraid of what the League would do to them if they were arrested. Others were afraid of what Rocket would do to them after the fact. Some were motivated by Isaac's words, a sign of solidarity however brief. Others were motivated by each other's presences, not wanting to give in if the guy by their side wasn't.[break][break]

A Sableye and a Duskull rose from the shadow realm, flanking Greyson's Delphox with leers in their eyes. The Sableye clapped its hands in front of Delphox's face, trying to break the fox's psychic focus with a Fake Out, while the Duskull flashed a Confuse Ray in its face from its baleful red eye. If the one-two punch was effective, that would be several grunts free to start falling back towards the bowels of the warehouse.[break][break]

Another cheeky grunt sent their Spinarak crawling along the wall, hoping the fuss being raised by their compatriots would hide their Spinarak's little stealth mission. Once it had gotten close enough, an angry look flashed on its abdomen as its mandibles clacked, firing a Sticky Web aimed right at Greyson's leg. It was a bold move, but perhaps it'd slow Greyson down enough to buy the others time.[break][break]

Other Grunts took up tactics almost akin to those of revolutionary marksmen. Attacks flew towards the Tyrantrum in great big volleys, never a moment passing where something wasn't hurtling towards the dinosaur's head. As soon as one attack was fired, the Grunt and their responsible Pokemon peeled off from the group, falling back and giving room for the Grunt behind them to launch a volley. Some ran to the left and right, darting beneath warehouse shelves and employee access hallways to reposition for their next move. They pushed shelves behind them, frames of metal and spilled merchandise making it harder for Greyson to pursue them. Others stayed in the fray, getting behind another grunt to return fire after their next volley.[break][break]

Most of the grunts, however, fell back deeper into the bowels of the warehouse. The further they could make it, the better their chances of escaping Greyson's notice would be. Better yet, the better their chances of luring him to Isaac's position would be. Right now, Greyson held all the cards. Luring him into someone else's trap would at least be as good of an equalizer as they could get.

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greyson offers those who surrender a frown. it only deepens when he realizes how ridiculous it was to be disappointed in this scenario.
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it doesn't last long. as expected, the resistance comes, and it comes hard and fast.
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delphox was well-trained — exceedingly so. but, even she is not invincible. the first strike comes as a surprise, forcing the fire-type to FLINCH. it allows the CONFUSE-RAY to land easily. CONFUSION sets in, and in that haze, a fiery anger.
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she lashes out with waves of MYSTICAL FIRE, whips of magic-infused flame that dance like cutieflys in spring. greyson himself, isn't immune, and he quickly rolls out of the way. something akin to a STICK WEB lands a glancing blow against his FLOWER SHIELD, but it's not even enough to shatter his defenses.
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tyrantrum roars in pain, anger, and confusion. attacks score a dozen different hits, but the rock-plated ancient isn't so easy to take down. chunks of earth, cement, and more rise as it summons forth an ANCIENT POWER, releasing it at the scattering grunts. it charges in after, DRAGON TAIL sweeping boxes and crates. it sends both materials and the criminals that hide behind them, hurtling into the air.
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greyson was, admittedly, impressed. guerilla warfare was a common enough tactic throughout history, and for good reason — it works. so, when the bugs went skittering back into the night, what option was there left?
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well, you run them out.
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the gathering SHADOW STORM descends onto the entirety of the warehouse. shadows rip and cling to anything it catches, and even the merchandise isn't safe; thousands of dollars of damages in an instant. normally, greyson would've avoided such measures, but, to catch a dozen thieving rats, it was pocket change.
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for good measure, he orders a SAFEGUARD raised. no more trick-plays for these rats.
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amused, he returns the delphox to her orb, releasing a dragonite in her place. then, with an almost eager gait, he pushes further into the warehouse.

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[attr="class","skulloverlap"]BUT HOLD YOUR BREATH, GUESS WHO'S RUNNING THE SHOW?

[attr="class","skullbody"]The front row of grunts have their Pokemon singed by tongues of Mystical Fire. The ones that can weather a fire type hit quickly fall back, even Water and Rock types not wanting to risk another. The ones who can't find themselves fainting outright, their Grass and Bug types being KO'd by even mere backlash. What would happen if the Delphox could actually muster up a clean hit? They didn't even want to know.[break][break]

The grunts in the rows behind joined them in their exodus. A few brave souls in the front tried to put up defenses to cover them. Protects and Iron Defenses soaked up bursts of Ancient Power. A particularly cheeky grunt tried to reflect the attack right back at Greyson with a Mirror Coat, but at great cost; his Wynaut fainted as soon as it was done returning fire, all for a move that would do little more than dent the Tyrantrum's hide.[break][break]

Grunts that tried ambushing from the side were sent flying by Dragon Tail. The over-ambitious ones that tried flanking from behind found their cover, resources, and even Pokemon decimated by the Shadow Storm. Ambush tactics didn't work if you had no angle, cover, or weaponry to ambush from.[break][break]

There were only two directions left for the grunts. On their knees, or back towards Isaac.[break][break]

"Okay, new plan; fall back and fall back fast," Isaac said. Security Grunt had given him the facility's prognosis, not that Isaac needed it. Even from his current position, he could see the Shadow Storm tearing the facility apart on the horizon. He'd potentially cost Rocket a lot provoking Greyson's wrath. However, he'd potentially cost the League just as much, if not more. So many smuggled supplies that could be traced back to Rocket operations or thrown into the League's war chest were now being reduced to rubble and shadow. "Screw the ambush. Screw the stuff. That's all toast, but you're not. And I'll get you out of here, even if it means throwing my own ass in the fire."[break][break]

Grunt after grunt came flooding into the back of the warehouse. Some bold ones leaped through windows and ran for it, figuring they stood better chances against the ocean than they did against Greyson. Others, trapped between a rock and a hard place, favored the shadows. They crept into side rooms, trap doors, loose storage crates, anywhere and everywhere that they could hide from their destiny. "Yeah, y'know how I said we need backup?" Isaac asked as he saw grunts flooding his quarters. "We need it fast and we need it bad. Gym leader situation's a Shadow situation, too. Send in teleporters if there's any to spare. Leader's already frying his own evidence; if we get the Grunts out of here, they'll have nothing to go off of."[break][break]

The way Isaac saw it, as soon as the Shadow Storm was deployed, guarding the warehouse had become a fool's errand. Now it came down to bailing out with as many rarities, and as few casualties, as they could. They were in pure harm reduction mode, and Isaac was all too happy to put himself on the line to reduce anyone else's harm.[break][break]

Greyson would be here any moment now, and most of the Grunts had chosen either safety or surrender. "I repeat; fall back, now. If you think you're being a hero, newsflash, you're not. I've been in your shoes and trust me, it's not worth it. So get in here before the door's shut," Isaac said. That was Security Grunt's signal to hit the red button. Klaxxons blared, their red light swallowed up in the encroaching Shadow Storm. The industrial-strength door by Isaac's room started to shut, a few stragglers flinging themselves under the metal shutter and scrambling to cover. It would never hold against Greyson, but at least it'd buy time.[break][break]

It'd also buy secrecy. Greyson would be in visual range far before he was in engagement range, and having a closed door meant he'd be able to pull together his forces in secret. Kurze, Isaac's Bisharp, was the first to hit the field. Isaac tossed him his jacket, the Bisharp shooting it a baffled look. "Slip it on, turn around, and look cool. Make 'em think you're me," Isaac said, the Bisharp shrugging as he obliged.[break][break]

Next came a barrage of earthen Pokemon; The Dudes, Duster, and Kilimanjaro. "Dudes, kick up a SANDSTORM. It'll hide us and, if we're lucky, push back that storm. Duster, Kilimanjaro, hit the first thing tough enough to break through this door to rubble. You know what to do," Isaac said. Kilimanjaro nodded lazily, an ERUPTION bubbling from his hump, while the snowflakes of a BLIZZARD danced around Duster's bone.[break][break]

That just left one team member left, and Isaac was very surprised by her planned contribution. "Sheesh, have I been rubbing off on you?" Isaac asked as his beloved Aggron, Kiryu, adhered herself to the end of his magnetic crane. "This is nuts even by my standards. If it wasn't so desperate back here, I'd totally be telling you to knock it off. But . . . hey, if you insist." With that, Isaac began pulling back the controls of the crane, sending his Aggron up, up, and away towards the ceiling.[break][break]

Now with not one but three traps set, Isaac kicked back, relaxed, and prepared for the apocalypse.

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the rats scurry, and greyson follows, his pace guarded. he'd been a bit arrogant in his approach — even if it had worked — and has suffered the consequences for it. they'd been smart and adjusted well, to the unplanned appearance of a league officer, and greyson was curious as to what, or whom, was responsible.
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but, that would be secondary. his primary objective was to clear this warehouse by whatever means necessary, and, despite being out-manned, he'd done a good job thus far. still, no need to get cocky. he releases a few more pokemon, just in-case.
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"Q," greyson calls after the owl, "SPIRIT SHACKLE up the ones you can see, then take over watch in the rafters." it coos in recognition, fluttering off to do as commanded. the taut whip of a bowstring follows soon after.
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"Ribby," this time, to the greninja that skulks nearby, "we'll show them how to do guerilla tactics, if it comes down to it. be prepared to cover a retreat." it nods sharply once, SHADOW SNEAKING off.
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"okay, now we-" he's cut off by the RED KLAXTON from above, snapping his head to the blinking red light. "huh, if they're trying to piss me off, it's kind-of working."
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he nudges his head in the direction of the industrial-sized door. steel plated, inches thick, it was a remarkable makeshift bunker from which to hide behind. but, he had a fucking dinosaur.
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clicking his tongue, greyson directs the tyrantrum to get to work.
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the first HEAD SMASH creates a block-sized indent into the steel, warping it. the subsequent one makes it worse. to those on the other side, it'd be much like a horror movie.
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after a stilling moment, the last HEAD SMASH brings it down.
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longclaw is immediately beset upon by an ERUPTION and a BLIZZARD. he roars in pain, taking the explosive attacks in their entirely. he's knocked back, and knocked out. greyson grinds his teeth, recalling the creature.
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"sol, clear that SANDSTORM," he orders. the dragonite's miniature HURRICANE begins to suck and pull bothstorms into it, creating a vortex of sand, shadows, and razor-sharp winds. he tosses it straight into that confined room. all those caught in its wake, well, good fuckin' luck.
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satisfied, for now, greyson takes a few cautionary steps back with his team. from the shadows behind him, a SPIRIT SHACKLE lances forward, followed immediately by a series of WATER SHURIKEN.
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now was the true fight.

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↝ loose grunts are rounded up and SPIRIT SHACKLED![break]↝ tyrantrum breaks down the door! takes the ERUPTION and BLIZZARD and faints!
[break]↝ mini HURRICANE fuses with SANDSTORM + SHADOW STORM to create something truly hellish.[break]
↝ WATER SHURIKEN targets anyone.[break]
↝ SPIRIT SHACKLE targets anyone.

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[attr="class","skulloverlap"]BUT HOLD YOUR BREATH, GUESS WHO'S RUNNING THE SHOW?

[attr="class","skullbody"]When Greyson kicked down the door, Isaac expected the usual League procedure. Bust in, flash a badge, tell Isaac (or, in this case, his charming. one-eyed, steely decoy) that he had the right to a peaceful surrender, and then settle things in a fair and honorable battle.[break][break]

What Isaac got instead was the apocalypse knocking on his doorstep. Through the cracks in the smashed-open door, Isaac could see Rocket grunts groaning in pain as they laid shackled to the wall. Greyson had showed up with a small army in tow, not even saying a word before unleashing hell in trade. And what a hell he had chosen.[break][break]

The wind of the Hurricane drew in the lingering flames of the Eruption and the flurries of the Blizzard. It sucked in the sand of the Sandstorm, then wreathed it in the biting shadows of the Shadow Storm. The result was basically Captain Planet in his emo phase, and it bore down on Isaac's team like the fist of an angry god.[break][break]

Kurze, who had just dramatically turned around and flung his jacket away for the big reveal, found his one good eye widening in shock as the attack came hurtling towards him. The poor Bisharp didn't even stand a chance; the maelstrom sucked him in, kicked his ass seven ways to sunday, and sent him flying towards a nearby shelf. If he had any fight left in him, the Spirit Shackle that promptly pinned his body and soul alike would make sure he had no means of showing it.[break][break]

Naturally, Isaac's triad of ground types was shaken like martini night at the Howling after seeing this. They looked at each other, as if to debate their options, when Kilimanjaro shook his head and charged right into the fray. He lowered his head, let out a low bellow, and decided to fight nature with NATURE POWER. A swirling maelstrom of his own, weaved of fire, ice, and lightning, shot from his body in a desperate attempt to hold Greyson's Hurricane back.[break][break]

The Dudes didn't look this gift camel in the mouth. They bailed without a second thought, DIGging a hole through the ruined storeroom like their lives depended on it. Duster, despite the maelstrom starting to sap at his energy and bite as his body, wasn't so convinced. He desperately reached for Kilimanjaro, but found his generosity greeted by a Water Shuriken right to the head. Gritting his teeth in fury at his failure to intervene, Duster leaped down into The Dudes' hole, another Shuriken pegging his shoulder as he fled.[break][break]

The remaining shuriken went right for Kilimanjaro. Each attack sinking into his side caused his bellows to become louder, sharper, and more mournful, while also weakening the force of his competing attack. He had been able to hold back the move long enough to spare The Dudes, and let Duster escape with only moderate harm, but he was rapidly losing the energy needed to protect himself. Finally, his attack petered out, the maelstrom sealing the deal on what the assassins' Water Shuriken had started.[break][break]

Front to back, side to side, Greyson's attack would have achieved its desired result. With the exception of many tossed bosses and two fainted Pokemon, the storeroom looked cleared. However, up and down were a different story. From below, The Dudes were traveling diligently towards the vibration of Greyson's retreating footsteps. A big Dragonite had been the source of this hurricane. It was the only other Pokemon Greyson seemed to have on him, after the Tyrantrum had fallen. Maybe, if they could take it out, victory would be theirs! Behind them, an injured and sullen Duster limped in pursuit. Whereas The Dudes saw potential victory, Duster saw a chance to get even.[break][break]

The merry Dugtrio tunneled up to the source of the vibrations, then burst out from beneath the ground. Their attack would ultimately be ineffectual against the Dragonite, but the sudden surprise of their pop-up and boisterous call of "Trio, Trio, Trio!" might have been all they needed. As they retreated, Duster swirled his bone, ice and snow once more conjuring around its tip. The resulting BLIZZARD came screaming out of the hole, the tunnel serving as a funnel to direct it towards Dragonite from below.[break][break]

Back by the magnetic crane, Isaac was having a pretty bad time. The maelstrom, while mostly petered out by then, had torn into the machine as a last little "fuck you" from Greyson. He was mostly just shaken up, but the crane's structural integrity was weakened and the communication lines to Rocket command were fried. A third of his team laid fainted and another third had gone on a suicide run into enemy lines. Any grunts who hadn't been KO'd by Greyson were now fleeing in droves, heading for the sea as if Kyogre was offering free hugs. His last gambit, quite literally, hung in the skies above the battlefield, and they only had one chance of making things right.[break][break]

Isaac would just have to put his love and faith in Kiryu, as he always had.[break][break]

Isaac guided the magnetic crane's controls, swinging it back and forth to build up momentum. He could feel the machine's grinds of protest, the sudden swings between sticky and loose controls, the shower of sparks that seared him right through his gloves when he pushed it a little too hard. It just had to hold out a little longer. Just a little longer! Then, as it reached the apex of its swing, Isaac smashed the release button with a hand wreathed in Infinity Energy.[break][break]

Isaac's hopes and his desperation alike flooded from the ancient bracelet around his wrist, pouring into the crane and flowing along the wire. The sparks flickering along its surface turned rainbow colored as the magnet finally disengaged, sending a brightly glowing Kiryu tumbling through the air. Long pronged launched back from her shoulders, like the wings of an avenging angel. Metal plates sprouted across her stony body, forming the armor she would use to protect her tamer and her friends. Her helmet and spines grew larger, broader, more distinctive, and powerful bracers expanded around her arms.[break][break]

It was these bracers that hit the ground as she landed before Greyson's team. The light of Mega Evolution dispersed from Kiryu's body and flowed into the ground, the Aggron putting all of her might into an EARTHQUAKE from on high. With momentum, gravity, and Infinity Energy on her side, just how much destruction would her move cause? Perhaps it would even flush Greyson's assassins out of hiding.[break][break]

Judging by the steely glare she fixed on Greyson, she was just waiting to find out.[break][break]

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The Maelstrom wracks up a hell of a KO count, decimating Kurze, forcing Kilimanjaro to try and hold it back, hurting Duster quite solidly, and damaging Isaac's magnetic crane before dissipating.[break]
A Spirit Shackle ensures no shenanigans can get Kurze back into the fight. KO![break]
Water Shuriken hurt Kilimanjaro badly so the Maelstrom can finish the job.KO![break]
The Dudes Dig underground, Duster reluctantly diving into their tunnel.[break]
The Dudes' Dig is ineffective against Dragonite, but creates an opening Duster can aim a Blizzard at Dragonite through.[break]
Isaac uses the last of the crane's power to yeet Kiryu at Greyson's Team.[break]
She Mega Evolves in midair, using an Earthquake fueled by gravity, momentum, and her Mega Evolution power boost to try and muster a counter-offensive.

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a number of things become evident to greyson, as he makes his way further into the warehouse.
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the first: whoever was running this show was not the same powerhouse you'd expect from a high-ranking rocket executive.
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the second: whoever was running this show clearly had an impressive mind for guerilla tactics, or at the very least, was accustomed to fighting above their weight class.
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the third: what was that? a bird, a plane, a powerpuff girl? wait-
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he's pulled from his thoughts as a massive figure silhouettes itself against a dying warehouse light, only to suddenly burst with the brightness of a mega-evolution.
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"scatter!" he orders his pokemon. decidueye takes to the rafters, and greninja SHADOW SNEAKS into unsuspecting cubone's flank. but the dragonite, wings folded in-front of him to take the brunt of the BLIZZARD, finds himself unable to escape.
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throwing his own arm up, as if to defend himself from the weight-infused EARTHQUAKE, a dome of inky black energy erects itself around Greyson. the PROTECT takes the mega-evolved pokemon head-on, saving him from the both the strike of its impact, and it's powerful ground-type move. still, the force is enough to shatter the cement floor all around the warehouse, and even push the sphere into the earth, wedging it deep until the impact resembles that of the meteor's impact.
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as the dust settles, and the dome of protection falters, greyson finds himself in the epicenter of destruction. he sees the still form of the dragonite at the lip of the crater, his chest barely rising and falling. quantum and ribbit are no where to be seen.
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then, in a rare moment of weakness over his own self-control, he embraces a feeling that seldom comes to him: anger.
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a flash of light reveals the form of his delphox once more, while another returns the downed dragonite. confusion cleared, autumn surveys the damage with the heat of unchecked anger. typically, greyson would nip this in the bud, before she could go overboard.
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his silence, however, was all the response she needed.
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rising on psychic-energies, mist begins to pour out of the end of her wand. with her at the epicenter, this mist would quickly spread to every corner of the warehouse, to every nook and cranny. this haze made no distinction between friend, and foe, and all caught in its wake would suffer equally.
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a sound, like a clock striking midnight, reverberates through the building. a sound that could only mean one thing.
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the WITCHING HOUR was upon them all.
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a violet fog that inflicts CONFUSION and continual damage to anyone that is not the user in a limited area.