freya would never describe herself as a dainty person, but having this music greet her makes her feel smaller. almost delicate. not fragile, but it makes her still long enough to stop and blink owlishly at melody, stunned into silence until moxie splashes a bit of water her way. 

"i feel...powerful, actually. more sure of myself." she flexes the palm of her hand and the metal scales over her knuckles glitter in the low light. 

Melody Miro

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"i don't think it's really over, melody," she says, straightening when melody does, one brow arched. victory is so close and though she now has an incredible amount of respect for the woman in front of her, that's not going to stop her from securing the win. 

the fae she tosses onto the field isn't unexpected, but it does make her lip curl. her fingers twitch, shifting the pokeballs in her hand, and onto the field in a shower of light emerge the ghostly arrowhead of miirym and her steel-shelled aoife. 

we can handle the noivern, she thinks.

'ekess bisek,' she hisses and miirym darts forward in response, summoning an infestation to crawl towards the poor-sighted bat and deafen it with the chittering striations of phantasmal bugs. 

aoife eyes the pools of water about them. she's too slow to close the distance before the gardevoir can attack with psychic energy so she takes a couple of bounding steps forward and thrusts out her gooey hands. a thin, deadly sliver of ice seeks to impale.

Melody Miro

dragalge uses infestation to deafen noivern
goodra uses ice beam

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why the bugs? freya's lips twitch. the ice beam melts in midair, sloshing down as water onto the ground. it trickles into some of the pools at their sides. melody maneuvers well enough out of her way, but freya doesn't press her offensive too hard just yet. 

melody miro is all about more than meets the eye; with all-out-force, she'd burn up before she could manage any headway. so she waits, using the mutilated ice beam as a cover so aiofe can inch closer and close some of the gap between them. 

ah. there it is. the noivern terastalizes as melody makes her move. it's a phenomena that brought her her victory over fernando - an act she shied away from for so long because she was afraid of making her dragons any less draconic. 

"you may have stripped its typing, but it's still a dragon, mel," she calls and through the crystalline sheen over its scales, freya reads its body language as it nears. the crawling infestation bounces off of the noivern's screech and though its attack doesn't go wide, it leaves miirym enough wiggle room to move quickly around the disoriented bat and aim dragon darts at its exposed hide.

aoife claps her palms together and thrusts them out at the thin stream of water leading towards melody's gardevoir, thunderbolt sparking from her fingertips.

Melody Miro

dragapult (not dragalge lmao) uses dragon darts
dragapult and goodra hit by screech
goodra uses thunderbolt

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psychic and fairy-types are laughably out of freya's knowledge. she knows the basics - a good tactic for dealing with gardevoir, for example, is to hit them head-on with brute force rather than with range, which was her plan with aoife should she have been able to close the distance.

it takes her too long to put together why the gardevoir's hands are waving over the noivern's body. "miirym, vanish." 

the dragapult skulks back into the shadows, leaving aoife on the field alone. and with a now-mounted, terastalized noivern careening towards them, it doesn't put her in the best position. still, this may be the sacrifice they need. 

"close the distance, aoife," she calls. air slash comes down hard against her gooey body, sending ripples through it. but as they get closer, she harumphs and swings her thick, iron tail at the noivern's rider. 

Melody Miro

aoife takes increased dmg from screech + air slash
dragapult is hiding (phantom force)

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her huge tail slams into the noivern, sending it head over wing, but freya knows it won't take long to right itself. aoife totters as she hits the ground, but her shell stabilizes her. miirym continues to linger in the shadows. freya has no sight of her, but she knows she'll appear when called upon. 

she sees her moment, but it means putting aoife in the crossfire. "ready yourself, 'fe," she calls and aoife braces, palms pressed together. blue fire forms around her lips and as the noivern races forward, she yells and her own pulse fires back. her sides burn, oozing in the face of the terastalized foe. 

but while the noivern flies at an angle to hit its target and the gardevoir focuses on healing her knight, freya hisses, and miirym strikes. she emerges from the shadows with ghostly fangs bared in an attempt to hit the unsuspecting fae with a full phantom force.

Melody Miro

dragapult re-emerges to hit w phantom force
aoife hit :( 

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aoife takes the advantage and her fire engulfs the other, spirit surging. the burns she leaves on the noivern surprise even freya and when the creature is spirited through the air this time, it does not manage to right itself. its wings fold, leather scraping the ground as it lands in a heap. 

the maneuver does not go as planned in the slightest. miirym is one of her strongest dragapult and she'd no doubt in her mind her fangs would have been strong enough to tear through the defenses of melody's gardevoir. 

the moon blast engulfs miirym in totality and freya rips her ball free from her belt. she withdraws her to stave off the worst of the fae's burning moonlight and cuts her gaze to melody. ethereal princess, but she's no damsel either. 

"seems like something's on his mind," she comments as she fishes for her next ball. best to give the gardevoir a proper sendoff. aoife chuffs and storm clouds gather overhead. rain patters down over the field. "he wasn't the first to ask after my love life either."

though MATIAS SILPH ' questioning had been more of an interrogation than colloquialisms.

her walking wake takes the field with a shuddering roar. its tails twitch in delight at the downpour and she tucks away a small note to herself; she's yet to compile a full report to add as an addendum to the next edition of dragonology.

Melody Miro

dragapult KO'd
sends out walking wake
rain dance active

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