Zapdos was thinking that it would just make the camp scatter. You know, sprinkle some lightning and maybe set a tent on fire. Nothing that would require too much effort on its part, just enough to make the area safe for Oscar to do--whatever the hell he wanted to do. As it leisurely approached the camp, it would ignore any exclamations sent its way. They were just ants, what did they have to say that was worth listening for?

Then the Scatterbang was thrown.

The device caught Zapdos by surprise, causing it to cry out as the flash illuminated its massive form. Zapdos writhed in the air, its relaxed state melting as the loud clap of the Scatterbang ringed through its ears. Zapdos slowly churned back into a neutral stance, its eyes closed tightly as it fought back the glare behind its eyelids. It stayed in place within the air, its wings beating rhythmically to the sound of the falling rain.

Then Zapdos opened its eyes. What were once tranquil were now full of fury. Zapdos was a creature of regal pride, and to have its majestic self-image tainted by such trickery was an insult it could not let go. Zapdos let out another cry, this one as loud and ghastly as the thunder that rolled overhead. Its wings began to beat faster, propelling Zapdos at its full speed toward the camp. What it had once seen as an inconvenient romp would now be a slaughter.

As it came upon them, electricity spiraling down its quivering body, Zapdos would abruptly stop and slam its wings against the air. The beaten air would rippled, super charging with heat as it grew and soared toward the camp (Heat Wave). The rain within the shock-wave's path would evaporate to its touch, doing little to ease its power as it washed over the camp like a rising tide.

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The Heat Wave had set the camp aflame, the blazing tens casting ominous shadows across the beach. The fires were short lived, as the rain worked diligently to smother them, but they were alive just long enough to cast a baneful glow upon the approaching Zapdos. As the fell bird came closer, it was only natural that the rangers would start fighting back. This did not deter Zapdos, who continued flying forward even as a pink hurricane whirled toward it.

Zapdos had several tools it could use to minimize this attempted retaliation, but it would use none of them. Zapdos dived right into the attack, allowing the rosy whirlwind to tear at its feathers and flesh. As it came out the other side of the storm, splashes of red could be clearly seen covering its bright yellow plumage. Yet Zapdos seemed unbothered by its wounds. It screeched, lighting up its form by dropping a barrage of lightning bolts upon the damaged camp (Thunder).

Spreading out its wings, Zapdos proudly displayed its bleeding lesions. It wanted the rangers to see how hopeless this fight was, that even their strongest attacks would not be enough to save them. It wanted them to feel afraid.

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Zapdos's arrival was inevitable, and yet the camp would still try to slow it down. The great bird would be forced to halt as red rocks sprouted from the ground to block its path, while a shadow ball was launched its way through openings between the spires. Annoyed by this delay, Zapdos's eyes flashed as it surged forward, expertly curving around the shadow ball and flying high into the blackened clouds over the camp (Detect).

For a moment, it might have seemed as if Zapdos had decided to fly away. However, the slow twisting of the clouds would quickly put such hopes to rest. As the clouds spiraled inward, a powerful tempest would raging below. An unnatural wind would tear at the tents, straining their straps and ripping through their polyester skin. As the Hurricane reached its full power, the campsite would be absolutely desolated by a horrific gale that carried anything it could grab into the mouth of the spiraling clouds.

Oscar had been watching this whole event from afar, gobsmacked by Zapdos's strength. He had faced its wrath before, but having it on his side was an exhilarating experience. Shivers had been running down his back the entire time, the same one would feel when listening to a really good song. It was memorizing to witness--so much so that he had forgotten that this was supposed to be a distraction so that he could escape.

As the camp was obliterated by the hurricane, Oscar quickly realized that he should be booking it to the shoreline. Jumping from out of cover, Oscar began sprinting with all of his might toward the churning waters of the Ultra Deep Sea.

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Zapdos descended from the eye of the storm like an angel, observing the chaos with demented satisfaction. The humans scrambled to safety, scattered about like displaced ants. The scene was----actually is was not as satisfying as Zapdos had thought. It felt a pit in its stomach, not guilt but some form of disappointment. It would seem that its spoiled pride caused it to lose its temper once again, it put far too much effort into destroying this camp. It was like going to war with an basket of babies, how foolish.

Zapdos softened its gaze and was about to fly off to find Oscar--until a buzzing little pest began flying around its head. Zapdos's eyes strained to follow it for a time, until the tiny bastard squirted poison into the titan's face. Zapdos cried out loudly as the liquid stung its eyes, fury once again taking over its senses. It let out a booming cry as it snapped its wings against the air, creating another Heat Wave to dispatch the cretin that dared attack it. Losing its pity for the beings it had tormented, Zapdos flew up into the clouds. This time it would continue onward to find an exit to this dreadful realm.

Oscar meanwhile had just let out his Shadow Nidoqueen, jumping onto her back and pointing toward the rolling waves of the sea. "Surf's up let's get the fuck outta here." As Nidoqueen waded into the shallows, Oscar would spot a bright creature running toward them. In the light of Zapdos's final Heat Wave, the creature was revealed to be a very angry Sylveon. Oscar let out a groan, "Are you fuckin' kidding me!?" All that hoopla and he was spotted at the last second, talk about bad luck.

Fuck it though, he got this far and he was not going to be delayed further. Oscar pointed at the charging dog, "Take care of that!" Nidoqueen gave the pink beast a sideways glance before charging forward. A massive wave formed around the duo as they sailed deeper into the tide, hopefully pushing the Sylveon away before it could cause any mischief (Surf). Oscar looked down at Nidoqueen as she soared toward deeper waters, "That works too I guess."

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MP TALLY
+50 (10 per post)
+30 (Knocked out Three of another trainer's pokemon)
+100 (Mission Complete)
+50 (Participation)
+200 (Rocket Victory)
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