CIRCHESTER

chaos tears the world asunder. faction lines blur. gaunt-faced civilians trip over each other to run and cower or follow the orders of the newcomers. freya weaves through the city with her beloved, never too far from death in its cloying, poisonous form.

hands claw and scrape for whatever they can get their hands on. it's a horrible thing to hear - skin bubbling, bones cracking. a terrible thing to witness - loved ones ripped out of grasp. everything in her aches to draw closer to him, but that will not protect them.

psychic abilities had spared some, while earthlike eruptions had taken care of others. whatever this thing is - whatever these hands belong to - it has a weakness.

eventually they come upon the source of the poison. the waves ripple out from circhester's bath. her eyes smart. she raises her arm to her nose and squints. nearby, someone releases their blastoise and sends it spinning in an attempt to clear some of the sludge.

but it just keeps coming.

lyune's forked tongue probes at the acrid air. metal groans. he shifts his wings, scraping talons anxiously against the ground. the poison bubbles and freya swallows thickly, reaching for the tera orb at her hip. the dragon beside her hums as he dips his psyche into the z-crystal fitted on his saddle.

his scales ripple. blue shivers and melts into onyx. steel plating forms an ornate crown upon his brow. claws lengthen and teeth glint. the fire in his mouth is metallic. the humming is a grating, dangerous sound. he bares his back to her. 

she hesitates. on the sidelines, the rupture might send the poison out in a wave. it may swallow her whole. on his back, if something takes him, she will go down with him.

she climbs into his saddle and grips his reins. blind, faithful heroism is a story for the ages, no? she reaches up and clutches her black scale. its warmth has long since faded, cold as the giant black serpent that rests another realm away. - or does it? is that realm closer? is its hunter closer still?

fire burns in both their eyes. pale and gold, flecked with black. lyune roars, wings flaring. steel screeches as he lifts his weight from the ground and leaps, landing with explosive force in the center of the bath.

SHIELD RAID

salamence has STEEL TERA

main action: salamence uses earthquake in the middle of the bath

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Ah, well, she had not gotten Elaine to chase her after all. Though that was probably asking a bit much to begin with, given the chaos all around them. For the time being, she had at least escaped the Flygon. That was something. Plus, she was on track to making it towards the portal she had signed up for, seeing a few familiar and a few not-so familiar faces rushing towards it. As she had expected, most people flocked the truly major cities of Galar, meaning she was going to where she probably mattered the most. Possibly a bad idea, but she had made her bed. She would lay in it. Hence, she steered Aegislash right into the light.
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Only to be greeted by a Ballonlea very different from the advertisements. But that did not surprise her much. Despite her little incident with Elaine, she had paid some attention to what had been going on there. Obviously, they would come at some kind of “darkest hour” to do some “heroics”. Not really the Rocket way, but she did not see the League being heroes at all either, so that probably evened out somehow.
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Or not. She wasn’t a lawyer. For the time being, they just hovered and observed. Some seemed to take to fighting those odd hands – best reason to stay afloat was to not get into reach of those – while others worked on more miscellaneous tasks. If she had been aware of how similar her approach was to Elaine Highland ‘s Violet would certainly have been delighted. As things were though, she did not allow herself to slip and instead tried to reason out where she could best apply herself to help out with this. No one on their side truly seemed to want to take charge though, which made matters awkward. Frost was probably the highest authority here, but he seemed fine playing operative.
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Vio sighed. Part of her wanted to just do it and bark orders, but she knew no one would listen anyway. Instead, she decided to help out with what seemingly few had seemed to tackle so far. Even if that meant that she had to assist one of the League. Then again, that guy seemed familiar. She knew him from somewhere, she thought. Could not quite peg it, but she had him filed under somewhat trustworthy for now at least.
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So, she sent out her XXL sized female Jellicent while remaining airborne on Aegislash. “Jellicent, go and send your whirlpool into the stadium. Let’s see if we can keep it from pouring out that way, at least for now.” At the very least, that should stop more from pouring out. Probably would not get rid of it, but then again knowing her luck, it was probably some kind of never-ending sludge that would not stop anyway. But maybe this could get it to clog up if enough was trapped in there by the whirlpool? Who knew!
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She was in the air. Probably would not get to her anyway.


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+Off to Ballonlea, observes situation from Aegislash in the air, sends out XXL Jellicent to Whirlpool the stadium and Try to Divert Sludge from Peasants(salaccing a reroll) z3XM5bOD

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To say Motostoke belonged to chaos was putting it lightly; the darkness did not linger like it had in the snowy fields they came from. The serenity of the Tundra -even despite the High King's demise upon it- was in great contrast with the foul smog and unending waves of sludge torrenting from the city's station.

Just like how modern buildings and layout seemed to clash with the outright medieval sight of the people that desperately tried to barricade the toxic waste overrunning their streets. Many are at hand; people fitting the city's modernities but not the masses. Some were busy redirecting the poisonous floods, others helped reinforce the barricades-- a familiar voice shouting directions at the peasantry made her look, recognising the fiery red hair belonging to Aurelie Lefevre . She'd met the woman only briefly during the Winter Masquerade, but she'd left enough of an impression for the assassin to remember her.

Yet now was not the time to entertain reunions. Her attention was drawn to the screams beyond that, and the harrowing hands that spawned from the sludge and earth below. Like manic beasts they grabbed and clawed at everything that dared come near them, crushing those of the civilians unlucky enough to appear in their line of grasp. A group of three were valiantly fighting them off, throwing rather effective ground-type moves at the hands.

But it seemed as the sludge spread, so did the manifestation of the hands increase.

Kyrenai lingers momentarily, her hand already on her belt to call upon her life-long partner. She does not have to think of which role she wishes to play; she's a sword, not a shield. Mayhaps some long-living frustrations could be indulged by going ham on the attacking hands, too. So she rises to the offense, joining the threesome fighting the hands, and inspiring the peasantry.

As she extends her arm towards the foe manus, her Tyranitar bursting forth. A small orb flickers on her chest, a similar light resonating on the Tyranitar as it rushes head-first into its assault. A horn sprouts on its head, its spikes extend until they're rugged and wild, its crest and eyes turn wild and crimson, like its trainer's.

"We will make the world tremble! Vox, EARTHQUAKE!"

Brimming with power Vox lets loose, tearing the earth holding the hands asunder.



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tldr;
- Arrives at Motostoke, recognises Aurelie Lefevre from afar
- Joins Caleb Harcourt , Isaac Merlo & Elisabeth Fiorelli in fighting the hands
- Calls her Tyranitar; mega-evolves it
- Is reinforced by the power of Isaac Merlo 's Ground Field
- Uses Earthquake

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