A human voice screaming from the darkness wasn't all that much of a problem for Xenon, she had been yelling into this empty cavern for long enough that she had grown used to the sound of her own voice echoing back at her from the shadows.
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But a man's voice screaming and cursing from the darkness? That was a significantly larger problem for her.
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But Xenon is nothing if not a professional grunt of Rocket as she pushes off the wall and thrusts one hand to her sword's hilt by her waist side, her body tense and ready to fight whoever was stupid enough to be walking around an active warzone, or rather a very inactive warzone considering the state of things in this particular area.
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But the stranger that emerged was... surprisingly polite? He had donned the insignia's and badges of the Hoenn military, so he was obviously here as an enemy combatant... maybe he was just dumb and didn't realize she was dressed in the uniform and mask of a Rocket grunt? Or perhaps he was so arrogant that he didn't even see her as a threat? A low growl builds in her throat as she considers that option, but a gentle purple hand emerging from the wall behind taps her on the shoulder. She turns and looks at Argon's face peeking from the wall, the Gengar making very exaggerated motions at the ground and the general area around her.
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Oh, duh. She's still in the dark. Xenon clears her throat and steps out from the shadows to face the man directly, holding herself with composure and grace as she keeps one hand firmly on her sword's hilt and another on Argon's empty pokeball. "I'm afraid the only one going home tonight will be you primitive. Surrender your Pokemon and turn around, this entrance to the Ultra Wild is not open for your kind. Or something." The whole script was kind of a pain in the ass to memorize, but she felt like she got the point across well enough. It's too bad she had to wear the mask, her face definitely would have sealed the deal scaring this cretin away. She felt very menacing right now.

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There we go, that's the reaction she was looking for! Well the shock and awe part at least. "The only class that vinyl belongs in, is business class with the rest of the peasants and primitives. Laser discs are the way of the future fool!" She had absolutely no idea why he was talking about vinyl right now, but he was still wrong and primitive!
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Anyways this is probably the part where she should kill him.
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"That's right primitive, I'm the one who threw that rock at your head, and now it's time for me to finish the job like a proper modern woman!" Xenon shouts as she throws Argon's empty pokeball in the soldier's general direction. This was of course nothing more than a clever misdirection on her part as she clicks her heel on the ground twice, signalling the Gengar to silently rise up from behind with a distorted Shadow Ball in hand ready to strike!

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"If you're riding less than first class you're poor!!!" Xenon retaliates as her pokeball hits the ground, just as Argon is winding up its Shadow Ball to slam into John's head.

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Yet a pair of double rainbows break from the darkness and stare into the Gengar's soul, a moment stretches into eternity as it considers whether or not to go for it. If it were anything else, it probably would have tested its speed against this one, but... that primal aura piercing its soul, the feeling of something ancient watching the Gengar. Ultimately its the one to flinch as it jumps backwards at mach speed, tossing its prepared Shadow Ball straight at the darkness that hid the primal god instead.

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And on Xenon's side, the jig is up as the empty pokeball clatters onto the ground, yet the Hoenn soldier still stands before her, very not dead and very much focused on her. "Damnit Argon, you were supposed to capitalize you damn relic!" She shouts as she pulls her sword from its sheathe and dashes forwards towards John, taking the fight to him before he could properly call out a Pokemon and turn this into a more fair fight.

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Xenon: Drawing a medieval style broadsword and swinging to lop off John's head

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"I know I'm bougie you peasant~" One can practically hear her smile as she charges forwards into battle-
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A distorted laugh throws a small stumble in her step as Xenon glances over John's shoulder, a strange pink pokemon bursts from his shadow and destroys Argon's Shadow Ball in a single smash of psychic power. She's seeing double, triple, a dozen mirror images in the back of her mind as she stares at the primal deity, it has to be a god, it can only be a god, SHE NEEDS TO STOP LOOKING!!!
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Xenon's swing goes wide as she finally tears her gaze away from Tapu Lele and back to the soldier, barely managing to regain her footing as he backs off and produces a small pocket knife from his belt. Fair? FAIR?
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"You want to talk about fair!? Is that a fucking god!?" Her calm and collected demeanor totally snaps as she cleaves down at John's skull with a helmbreaker strike, making sure to keep him out of knifing range and firmly in the reach of her own blade. Her footing is impeccable now as she continues the fight, a battle that was certainly going much better than Argon's was...
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Blast after blast of ghostly energy is thrown at the god of the mind and mists, each one doing next to nothing as it continues to smash through each of the Gengar's attacks with next to nothing to show for his efforts. At this point all he can do is buy time for his partner to finish the trainer off, thus it switches tactics as it tries to Hex the Tapu Lele into submission while continuing to retreat in esoteric patterns.

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+ Argon: Tossing a Shadow Ball at Tapu Lele[break]
Xenon: Drawing a medieval style broadsword and swinging to lop off John's head

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Xenon was rather unfortunately out of patience for banter now as her sword strike is barely parried away (and really how is that even possible, this loser was using a pocket knife, what kind of ludicrous strength did he have?) and she draws her sword back for another thrust at his chest. Even more unfortunately for Xenon and Argon however, was the fact that this wasn't just any Legendary god of nature, but specifically a trickster god who reveled in making everyone's life much more miserable than they had any right to be.
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An explosion of psychic energy throws Xenon's sword out of her hands as Doug's body is sent flying into hers, knocking her mask off in the process as the two trainers tumble to the floor in a pile of tangled limbs and furious anger. Her brain is foggy as she tries to process what the hell just happened and why her head hurts so much, but the glint of steel still in Doug's hand takes precedence over anything else.
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"I'll even out your skull!" The girl screams as she lunges for the soldier's knife and mounts him from above, grabbing the knife still clenched in his hand and trying to wrench it out of his grasp before he could gain his bearings and find it in him to actually use the knife on her very vulnerable body.

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The knife is wrenched free from the soldier's hand with surprising ease as she flips it around into a reverse grip, already she's getting ready to stab this bastard right in his heart, but his heartfelt plea really seems to touch her as she gently smiles and flips the knife back into a regular grip.

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"Well, since you asked so nicely, I won't stab you." Xenon says with a surprisingly sweet voice, completely flipping from the violent unhinged psycho she had been playing for the past few minutes.

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And then she swings that knife right down on Doug's hand and lops a finger off in a single devastating cleave. "Call off the god or I'm taking the rest of your fingers too!" And she's right back to unhinged psycho as her eyes sharpen with deadly intent, one arm focused on holding down his hand while the other brings the knife painfully close to his other fingers to show she wasn't fucking around. She had no idea how long Argon would be able to hold up against the psychic thrashing he was surely taking right now, so the sooner she got this guy to cry for mommy the better!

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