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With his arm still in a sling, the detective opted to remain close to HQ. While he’d powered through for the first few hours, the repeated motion had left him with a deep ache in his shoulder. It seemed to resist any attempt to soothe it at this point. Even the shots and painkillers could only reduce it to a 6/10 on the pain scale. But war did not care about how he felt. Rockets would not wait to attack until he felt like battling them.

Indicated as an invasion risk, Nikita had been dispatched to a small inlet just beyond the main infirmary. The thickly clustered rocks in this area made it an ideal place to sneak up on the injured members of their party. A few of them were currently sitting ducks in makeshift hammocks. Fortunately, the same geographical features offered plenty of observation points and ammunition.

With some assistance from his Intelleon (and Detective Winters), the injured Nikita made his way to the tallest spire in the area. Long, almost skeletal legs hung off its edge, the dusted loafers swaying in an unknown breeze. His typical handgun had been swapped for something with longer reach and a good deal more firepower. A shimmering curtain of invisibility kept them out of sight for the most part—only movement disrupting the illusion.

The same could be said of the fog below. The pattern of its swirling changed.

“Anne.” A brief shock of black caught the detective’s attention. It appeared that someone was moving on the beach below. Far ahead of her human trainer—irritated by the insinuation that she had missed the person—the Intelleon lifted her arm and fired off a Hydro Pump. The first was a warning.

This kindness did not extend to the second. With the force of a high-powered fire hose, this one aimed for the intruder’s skull. “I would ask what you are after.” The voice echoes oddly between the stones. “But I am certain it does not involve sympathy cards.”

The curtain rippled briefly as he reached for the gun at his side.

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He has lost Tapu Koko in the fog. An annoying thing– because he could just whistle to call for the deity, but that would draw attention to his position. Not that he’s aware that he’s already been spotted. Not until the first spray of water comes blasting toward him. Well, so much for approaching the camp discreetly.[break][break]
His flapple squeals as she’s smacked back by the second jettison of HYDRO PUMP. The blast causes the mist to part, if only for a moment, and Fern looks up to see the man seated on the ledge. His voice cascades down and Fern’s head tilts, a smile spreading under the half-mask he dons. “You would be right,” he calls back, hand lifting to cup around his mouth. “But if you think the theatrics are going to intimidate me, you’ll be sorely disappointed.”[break][break]
Two can play at that game, after all.[break][break]
Coaxing her onto his shoulder, Fern ensures that the flapple is secure before moving. Faster than a snipe shot of water or bullet is likely able to keep up with. They flicker out of view, and this time it is not the mist that disguises them, but the ability to travel in a sudden crack, from below to above.[break][break]
“Hello!” he greets cheerfully, eyeing the man at the edge of the outcropping, though he himself doesn’t draw so close toward the risk of a precarious fall. The hand he’d been using as an impromptu megaphone waves at him–an air of mockery to the gesture.[break][break]
The other hand finds the stone kitted as a neat little lapel pin on their jacket. Activating it sets the flapple alight as she flutters forward, and she glows as her size swells from the tiny little dragon into something much larger–entombed in a hardy apple shell that she pokes out of at will. Fern’s attention fixes on the man’s arm in a sling. “League’s really so desperate they’re even sending out the injured, huh?”[break][break]
Not that this will prompt mercy from Fern. “Uproot ‘em,” he commands the flapple, and Honeycrips acquiesces. Roots and tangled vines pull from the earth, GRASS KNOTS sent to pull the inteleon’s feet out from under it.

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The Intelleon did not rejoice in her success. The tendency to gload cost many their lives, and she had no intention of being one. Nor would she turn away from a downed opponent. That’s what her enslaver did after he sliced her throat. Yellow eyes merely blinked as she lifted her hand for another attack. This time, the water pulsated at the end of their fingertips.

Blue-grey eyes meet Fern’s with a tired, wan expression..“Even a broken clock is right twice a day.” A modest statement emerges which does not fit the detective’s typical demeanor. But being right about malcontents in a war zone was certainly nothing to crow about. In scenarios like this, you typically had the same odds as a coin flip. A sigh pushed past his lips, a noise of tired resignation. “A pity.”

Nikita disguised his surprise when the other man appeared in front of him. Salt-and-pepper brows descended as he shifted the longer gun into a firing position. His wan lips spread in greeting as he shifted the gun into his hand. “Afternoon.” The wisecrack received a shake of the head in response. “Your asylum to recruitment pipeline was quite the inspiration.” This mask was one he knew. Perhaps a person who knew why his family fell that day. Or, at least, one the world would be better off without. All he needed to do was push the trigger.

Then, the vines appeared. “Tch.” Nikita shifted the rifle back to his shoulder as he forced his aching bones to jump away. Fortunately, his legs were unaffected.

The Water Pulse misses the traveling pair by a fair distance. Only sand takes the blow, flopping heavily back to the shore. Its injured mouth twists in an irritable expression as she pivots to face Fern and his living piece of compost. What a pest. Just as she went to fire, one of those wives wrapped around her ankles and jerked her upward. “!?” A croak followed as she tried to retaliate with another burst of water. Arms spread out as she tried to slow her descent.

“Winters.” A ghost flickered into place behind Fern and his dragon. A deep, spectral growl emerged from its empty ribs as the canine detective turned its ire upon the interloper. A hellish red light flared in its eyes as it responded with a Will-o-Wisp.

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Laughter crawls up their throat in a jackal cry as the wounded man retorts. “Short on arms, but not short on wit, I see,” they bark, “Most excellent.”[break][break]

Or it is excellence for as long as the banter suits their patience level, rather.[break][break]

On even ground, they dance around the misaimed water pulse.[break][break]

“Aw, two on one? That’s not terribly fair, is it?” They trill, but of course, where they go Tapu Koko is not far behind. They glance upward to see their patron descending in a flash of light–though it quickly becomes apparent that they are choosing to be impartial this time for whatever reason. Fickle creature.[break][break]

Fern grumbles to himself as it makes no effort to launch an attack. Perhaps it is waiting to see what he’ll do. Well, he’s certainly not about to waste time when the boney dog sends licks of flame to hinder his flapple. The fire cuts through her apple shell and she trills in irritation as the burning pain lingers. The flapple continues to fixate on the stumbling inteleon, though, and sends a GRAV APPLE hurtling for the lizard’s head.[break][break]

A hisuian typhlosion joins them instead, glowing with the light of terastralization that nullifies her fire-typing in favor of pure ghost. On all fours, Nim rumbles forward, digging up the earth as she ROLLS OUT toward the houndstone.[break][break]

From its vantage, Tapu Koko trills in entertainment over making Fern work harder.

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While not catty by any means, Nikita could not resist the occasional verbal spar. Especially when his arm hurt and his ribs felt like he had danced with an industrial fan. “Some things only improve with age, you’ll find.”

Though he excluded outward calm, the detective knew he was in danger. Without both arms, it would be difficult to catch himself if he fell. So, rules of combat be damned. “I believe there’s a saying about that.” Any further quips end as Tapu Koko appears above them. A frown presses Nikita’s lips together. “Tch.” He slips his hands away from his belt, worried about conductivity. It seems it’s our lucky day, Winters. Judging by the hound’s posture, he does not enjoy this revelation—and what it indicates—as much as his trainer.

As it does not attack, Nikita shoves thoughts of Tapu Koko aside in favor of more immediate concerns. His Intelleon is currently strung out to dry—a thorny vine still wrapped around an ankle. The apple bounces off of its head in an almost comical fashion. Its left eye is forced shut. “Anne. Calm yourself.” Her trainer’s droll voice tells of scolding. “Liquidation.” The lizard grabs the vine around it before shifting into something more fluid. The restraint passes through the restraints as it shifts its target to the Typhlosion.

The Houndstone, meanwhile, vanishes just as the Rollout would land. A swirling black void indicates where it once stood. But the rocking earth sends Nikita stumbling backward. For a heart-pounding moment, his loafer hangs out into empty space. As he rights himself, the hound bursts forth to unleash its Shadow Force upon the Flapple.

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“Like a fine wine, I suppose?” they chime in response. Their head tilts from side to side, the smile visible under the half mask they donned sharpens. “Or, you could just be sour apples.” They say it airily, as if it doesn’t really matter to them either way.[break][break]

His words time with the mega sized flapple’s next attack– and of course, this is likely intentional given her aesthetic. The flapple bursts from the apple shell again with another grassy attack that bursts forward toward the inteleon that she continues to heckle. A G-MAX TARTNESS that is as sour and acidic as Fern insinuates in his banter.[break][break]

“Is there?” he flaps a hand idly. Teeth gritting as the houndstone vanishes and reemerges to smack out against the flapple, sending her rolling with an outraged shriek.[break][break]

They cast baleful eyes on the Tapu Koko who continues to watch and let Fern do the heavy lifting. They know this is payback for a different battle further down the open shore, where their roles were reversed.

The watery attack comes for the crystallized typhlosion, and though the attack is not as detrimental as it might have normally been, it still sends Nim skidding backward before she charges forward again, the blaze of spectral flame a steady INFERNAL PARADE that proceeds in rapid succession to the reappeared canine.

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