[attr="class","skullbody"]Josh pushed on with the party line on an issue that this protest had long, long stopped being about. Julia reached out with genuine kindness and worry towards a population that had abandoned any hope of the League offering such warmth to them. Both of their efforts were made with the best of intentions, and yet they fell on deaf ears. The protest had been whipped into sea of sound and fury, grabbing whatever they could get their hands on to prepare for round 2. With how they bristled and agitated, the officers were all too ready to respond in kind. The conflict erupting anew seemed inevitable.[break][break]
Then Josh began to radio for backup, and all hell broke loose.[break][break]
The protestors erupted into a mass of boos and jeers. "Bullshit!" "They started it!" some shouted, calling attention to what they felt was the unfairness of the situation. Others took a more antagonistic tone. "Ha! The gym leader's scared of us!" they laughed. "Guess running's all he's good for!" A few in the back, who had actually been watching with Julia with interest, found their faces falling. "Liar!" one shouted, her fellows joining in a chorus of renewed vigor.[break][break]
Yet even as they mobilized for war, they weren't the first to act. There wasn't a protest worth its salt that wasn't livestreamed nowadays, and this one was no exception. From his perch above the city, Isaac kept a bird's-eye view and digital ear on the action. And his stomach dropped when he heard Josh announce his intention.
"Ex, you're on," he said as he cracked a Pokeball against the top of the building, calling a Rotom to attention.
"Get through the air waves and kill that signal."[break][break]
There wouldn't be time to stop the call. But there may have been time to derail it. Ex Machina flashed an electrical salute, dashing into Isaac's phone and hopping across the 5G airwaves. Their destination; whatever means of communication Josh was using. Their goal; reroute the call, cutting off the ongoing one in the middle if need be, and redirecting Josh's plea for backup to a very confused pizza place. Isaac had no idea what level of tech Josh was using, or even if Ex Machina could redirect it in time. But he had faith.[break][break]
Unfortunately, any pizza-based sabotage would be left as knowledge between rivals. Officers were emboldened by the promise of support, and let out a rally of cheers for Josh. Some seemed relieved, hoping that this would finally be over. Others were all too ready to take the fight to their hated enemies, Pokemon and weapons alike at the ready. The protestors responded in kind, passing makeshift weapons and looted tools to the frontliners. Conflict had gone from inevitable to imminent, and the lines were devolving into mere suggestion.[break][break]
Isaac couldn't keep vigil any longer. If Josh was to try and shift the odds by this level of magnitude, he had to do his part to even the odds. From atop his perch, Isaac released two of his trustiest Pokeballs; Sunny, a nervous looking Crobat covered from head to toe in luminescent patterns, and Adrenaline, a studious Amoonguss that surveyed the battle from above.[break][break]
He scooped Adrenaline into his arms, and then slid onto Sunny's back. And then the king took off from the mountain.[break][break]
They would be heard far before they were seen. A twirl of Sunny's secondary winds would kick up a massive
Tailwind behind him, a sonic boom echoing across Mauville City. Adrenaline turned to face the Tailwind, firing clouds of
Spores right into the jetstream. The force of the winds repelled and dispersed them, turning what was normally a highly concentrated move into a wide, diffuse carpet of slumber-inducing spores.[break][break]
The effect was diluted enough to be below its usual potency. Josh and Julia, who had hung back from the worst of the fray thus far, would barely be stifling yawns. Yet after the clashes they had undergone, officers and protestors alike were tired to the bone. As spores carpeted the battlefield like freshly-fallen snow, officer after officer (and a few frontline protestors close enough to be caught in the crossfire) would start dropping where they stood.[break][break]
The protestors in the backline were confused at first. Some, relieved, joined their fallen compatriots in rest. Others scrambled up to the frontlines to drag their own back to safety, covering their mouths with the crooks of their arms to avoid succumbing. But the more aggressive of the protestors instead stopped to discuss what had just happened among themselves. "Now's our chance!" one shouted, grabbing a lead pipe off the ground and charging forward.[break][break]
Before he could make it to the fallen officers, he would find an unexpected obstruction in his path. Half of a blood-red Doublade smashed into the ground in front of him, embedding itself with enough force to crack pavement. The gung-ho protestor was left skidding to a halt, almost tripping over himself to avoid running right into the blade.[break][break]
The air above the Doublade was cast in shadow, growing larger and larger as its source descended from the sky. Isaac had finally touched onto the battlefield, his steed perched atop the blade of Luck while he held the blade of Pluck aloft. He looked over his shoulder at the wayward protestor, his skull mask making his glare all the more intimidating.
"None of that," he said, holding eye contact until he was forced to sheepishly withdraw.[break][break]
With that, the glare eased off of his face, a cocky smirk spreading to take its place.
"Guess I just couldn't stay away, huh?" he mused to the protestors, before turning to face Josh and Julia for the first time today. Sunny's wings fanned out like a living shield as protestor and Pokemon alike fell in line behind Isaac.[break][break]
Perhaps the two Rangers would notice a few of the Pokemon looking a little too natural ranked up like this. A Rhyhorn that stood in front of one protestor, head lowered and horn glimmering. A strange, trenchcoated protestor that, upon closer examination, seemed to be a swarm of Wishiwashi contorted into the shape of a person. A Cubone with an icy chill in his eyes and a frost-marked bone. Julia may have even recognized a few that Josh didn't, such as a Bisharp with a scarred-up eye and a cool, confident-looking Blastoise.[break][break]
"See? De-escalation's not that hard," Isaac teased, gesturing to both the slumbering officers and the protestors being kept in check behind Sunny's wingspan.
"Now, how about we keep it that way, and you let these fine people air their grievances in peace?"[break][break]
He knew it'd never be that easy. But all hell already threatened to break loose. He didn't have anything left to lose from trying.
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