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Zev Harcourt & Doug

As falling stars rained down on deck, watery projectiles flew into their path in an attempt to intercept, managing to prevent harm to the crew— if not quite the ship.

A blur dashed off from the ship's tallest point, the crane, the humidity in the air coalescing like a vortex around its flying form into a whirling water star, growing in size.

The Accelgor's scarf flapped in the wind as it chucked the giant water shuriken at the bird, the projectile whipping a gale through the ship as it curved through the air, its trajectory chasing after the winged dark knight.

Thunk.

Something had dropped from the bridge, landing atop one of the cargo containers. The thudding sound of steps atop the metal crates echoed through the air before a shadow leapt into the picture, landing several respectable meters in front of Zev.

"All personnel, get inside!" Shouted the presumed leader, one hand gripping the brim of his hat. "The crazy ones are on me."

His Orbeetles did not detect any other approaching enemies within 1 kilometer of ship— meaning this crazy motherfucker was trying to solo an entire supply ship.

"The mask ain't doin' ya many favors— ain't no one underestimating crazies pulling stunts like this." He said, before pointing a gun at the man.

Click.

"Hands where I can see 'em."

There was a 0% chance that a man trying to single handedly check a ship would give up without a fight— He had already resolved himself to shoot the man in the leg the moment he tried anything.

Hopefully that would work. This one was too tall to be bryan delarosa .

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MP
50 MP for participation in a RT Battle/Mission.
10 MP per IC post in a RT Battle/Mission.

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Zev Harcourt & Doug

Caught in the air, the Accelgor was forced to think on its feet.

Its arms snapped into a cross in front of itself, its body gaining a gleaming white sheen as it tookdrill peck the directly. As it did however, its body, previously light and mostly hollow, immediately became heavier and more solid , before tthe devastating blow launched it back into the ship below.

Bouncing across the cargo containers before managing to right itself, it dragged to a halt across their corrugated surface, before releasing a groan as it fell to one (unseen) knee, before shaking its head.

It was still alive... Guard Split successful.

Its eyes wandered swiftly, rapidly shifting between all the containers around them. There were innumerable cargo containers around them, making for numerous intersecting hallways—!

Bringing its hands together in a shinobi's sign, the bug seemed to become hazy as it leapt into the cover of shadows casted by the crane.

As for Doug—

He pulled the trigger the moment the other man so much as twitched, a bang ringing across the deck.

It accomplished nothing, mind you.

Well, that explains the crazy bit. A wry thought went across his mind as the larger man(?) barreled charged towards him.

Honestly, it was his fault for even trying to end things peacefully.

Maybe he was fighting bryan delarosa and the man had just spontaneously grown several inches taller. Weirder shit had happened in Hoenn. Then again, no blood—

The young officer did not seem able to run in time, choosing to instead switch his hold on the gun deftly as the other man rapidly approached, turning it into a hammer in an instant and taking a warding pistol whip at the other's face.

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MP
50 MP for participation in a RT Battle/Mission.
20 MP per IC post in a RT Battle/Mission.

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Zev Harcourt Vs Doug

Doug stared at the remains of his pistol with an ever so agape jaw, the weightless barrel clinging onto a barely hunged pommel for dear life— before it, too, dropped, leaving him holding just about nothing.

"What the hell?" he asked bluntly, looking between his former favorite gun and the hard headed— "What the Hell?!"

There was no human skin glaring back at him from underneath the ruined mask— just a mass of familiar, crystalline black. And a single orb of chilling blue.

For a brief moment, he was stunned, the familiarity that came from the dark crystals not going unnoticed even one bit.

"Wha— What..." He couldn't help but say, mouth once again agape, before his teeth clamped together. "What the hell is WRONG with you peo—?!"

His angry shouts were cut short by the racking of claws across his chest, his step back just a moment too late to let him go unscathed, his top and the armor beneath getting cleaved through with worrying ease.

There was a dull, familiar pain burning across his chest as he stumbled back from the other avatar, a single hand held against his breast.

Without another word, the youth chucked the empty barrel at the other man's face, before darting in between cargo contai—

SLAM.

No, wait, they had slammed together shut, effectively cutting off his attempt at escape(?).

"WHAT THE HELL!" He snapped, turning back to face the other man, slowly dragging the back of his palm over his suddenly wet forehead. "Freakin'... The skelleton, really?!"

Of all the stupid shit Team Rocket could be doing——!!!

A tiny shadow moved swiftly from the small gaps left between the unevently smashed cargo as the massive Corviknight swept through, moving with enviable agility as it darted from cargo to railings to crane, the massive hook of the crane swinging before something launched off it.

The Accelgor making an attempt to land onto the Corviknight's back—

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MP
50 MP for participation in a RT Battle/Mission.
30 MP per IC post in a RT Battle/Mission.

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Zev Harcourt Vs Doug

"That an ultimatum?" Doug said as he took a step back, offering a shakey smirk despite the sweat dripping down his cheek. "Cause I don't do ultimatums, Diamondhead."

Seemed like, with all that armor and apparent invulnerability, the hunter had forgotten one of the most relevant sayings in hunting:

A cornered fox is more dangerous than a jackal.

And, though unrelated to hunting:

Fortune favors the bold.

Unlike his opponent, Doug actually got to see, with no small measure of horror, as the Corviknight came crashing down unto the ship— which gave him time to not just brace— but prepare.

The crash came, and the entire ship tipped withou warning, the groaning of steel filling the air as the hunter turned his back onto its pray.

Doug leapt onto the man's broad back, attempting to clamp his arms around his throat into a chokehold just as his Accelgor came flying through the air, bouncing across cargo boxes before rolling to a stop onto the deck, its eyes rolling back into its skull before it lost consciousness.

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MP
50 MP for participation in a RT Battle/Mission.
40 MP per IC post in a RT Battle/Mission.
50 MP for getting my pokemon KO'd.

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Zev Harcourt Vs Doug

Hard as stone— no, diamond. Possibly harder. Did he not need to breath? How did his chest and gut swell as his lungs took in air...? How did his limbs move and rotate...?

It was impossible to truly know without more observation, more experimentation. He didn't have that kind of time, and at any rate— he hadn't expected to be able to choke out the guy.

He just needed to hold onto him for long enough.

With one arm around the man's neck and the other clamped on the guy's skull, securing the lock, the man could probably not see the magenta glow in the youth's palms as he held them against his diamond carapace...

Well, until hot, blinding pain suddenly shot, quite literally, through him.

"Hrk!" Came gagging out of his throat as blood pooled into his stomach and promptly shot back up, his grip on the man lasting for only a few seconds more. It took his body a while to fully process the fact that it had been impaled in several places— which actually made it somewhat hard to pull away.

eventually though, his arms let go, body collapsing onto the deck with a wheeze.

Once upon a time, Xenon Antheil had been at the top of the leaderboard for most pain inflicted upon him.

Finally, she had been dethroned.

He had a LOT of holes on his torso right now— so many he couldn't even breath, let alone speak.

Despite this... if one stared, one could see the pierced lungs, as well as the rest of the gore and viscera knitting itself together—

Leading to a gasping breath from the soldier.

"Son of GUN!" That too.

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MP
50 MP for participation in a RT Battle/Mission.
50 MP per IC post in a RT Battle/Mission.
50 MP for getting my pokemon KO'd.

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Zev Harcourt Vs Doug

"Surprise." He managed to wheeze cockily while on the floor, offering the other man a bloodied grin— one that vanished when the other man stepped towards him.

Aw shit.

Fortunately, that single step was followed by a knee buckle, bringing the skeleton's avatar (?) to a knee.

Even as his body repaired itself, Doug felt a tension pooling within him, gulping as he stared at the man— before a whistle and a whipping wind took him away.

He followed the avatar and his Corviknight as far as his gaze would allow, before finally sighing in relief, slowly forcing himself to sit up before looking around the ship.

"Ugh... Well. Could've been worse." He consoled himself as he rose back to his feet, ambling around the deck until he found his unconscious Accelgor. "Shit."

He sat down to heal his pokemon, all the while speaking into the comms.

"Security to all personnel; Threat has been repelled. Return to your duties."

Hopefully nothing else came along.

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MP
50 MP for participation in a RT Battle/Mission.
60 MP per IC post in a RT Battle/Mission.
50 MP for getting my pokemon KO'd.
100 MP Mission completion
250 MP tie

= 510MP total