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"Huh... guess you're right!" Of course, a kid who had risen to the very top and become a gym leader would not cower in the face of danger. There will be no easy way out of this as they shake the weariness from their bones.
"No matter, we can probably snag some pretty easily!"[break][break]
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Dazzling Gleam illuminates the field, forcing the grunts to cover their eyes lest they get blinded. Their pokemon partners are also disorientated for the first few seconds, buying just that sliver of time for Zorro to get in close. But before the attack can hit its mark, a glossy blue body shoves its way into the Bewear's space and reflects it back with a crafty
Mirror Coat.[break][break]
"Uh-uh!"[break][break]
"Damn you- Ignoring me for that fucking bear!"[break][break]
"Dumbass, don't forget the Zoroark!"[break][break]
But it's too late. The burly woman snarls a command, her Arcanine rushing towards
Hideo Kino with
Extreme Speed, whereas the grunt still blocked by their Dondozo's width seems to call something out. Something that is quickly drowned out by the explosive gushing of a
Hydro Pump, aimed right towards
Cassandra Kubrick and her pokemon.[break][break]
With those two already hopping on the initiative, the poor grunt and his Bewear sigh, left with no choice other than to deal with the one who so dearly wanted their attention. A loud roar unbefitting of this soft and friendly-looking bear rings out, and the Bewear runs right at Zorro, arms thrown wide open as if ready to meet him with a hug.[break][break]
In the midst of the ferocious exchange, one might even notice that the grunt with the crooked grin and their most talkative one seem to be missing.[break][break]
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A few steps down the hallway is
Isaac Merlo's room.[break][break]
The door to his room completely shattered into fragments and his space turned into an unrecognisable mess. Gone is the comforting aura of his room, ripped away by claws and smashed with bats. The study books that she'd gotten him have been ripped to shreds, along with the many recipes his true interest lay within. The plant cuttings he'd so painstakingly collected and attempted to grow lay withered in a mixture of shattered clay and dirt. The many pictures of his left tattered and buried within all this mess.[break][break]
"No..."[break][break]
Cori quite nearly takes a fall, saved only by her body's unwillingness to simply let go as he's instead placed gently on the ground. All whilst she drops to the floor and begins digging through.[break][break]
She knows him. Though he's never been one to keep lingering on the past, it doesn't mean that he's shed the weight. His pride in his current team knows no bounds. His pride in those who had once accompanied him much earlier must have been equally so. It's not something that he speaks of often, but she can just
tell by the way she's always seen those photos on his desk.[break][break]
The aftermath of Fallarbor's old Tolerance gym, where he bundles with his team for their picture in the Hall of Fame.
Pandora stands at the very forefront. Proud and surrounded by her team of Miyuki, Omega and Buffaloman. All right next a grinning, blonde Isaac and their hardearned badge.[break][break]
The photo taken for the papers at the very last stretch of the Silph Cup. That final charge Buffaloman had led through the raging waters as he and Isaac hurtled right towards the finish line to claim first place.[break][break]
That movie-like photo taken from the Novice Cup, where he holds giggling Hearth right up. Light shining down on the both of them, halfway through a little spin, as if presenting the most precious Cyndaquil to the entire world.[break][break]
Another sliver of time, captured with her crafty little ways. Echo sits upon Isaac's shoulder, pointing towards a line in the mythology book she had lent him.[break][break]
She picks them all out, in tatters. Every little scrap that she can identify. And she scoops them all into her rucksack, before moving onto the final piece.[break][break]
Fragments of glass gleam at the thought of being able to pierce her skin. Yet a fragile touch pushes them all away, her nails clacking against the serrated edges as she picks out the dirt-covered pieces of seaweed. Before she can even look around, a familiar snout pushes over her shoulder, placing a chipped mason jar into her hand with an encouraging growl.[break][break]
"This doesn't mean I forgive you." She holds it securely, muttering under her breath as she drops cutting after cutting into the jar.[break][break]
Reiner snorts derisively, taking a step back and turning his head away.[break][break]
Then he stills. Tenses. Narrows his eyes as he gently tugs at her clothes.[break][break]
Time to go.[break][break]
He hauls her right onto his back as she grabs Cori and caps the jar off, slipping out of the room as quietly as possible. The intruders have just reentered through the front entrance. Though they're pretty close, he's much closer to the backdoor. Thankfully, Eris had gotten her wish of having her room be closest to the backdoor, a childish wish to be able to slip in and out and explore the forest as and when she pleased. Or maybe Isaac just knew that she would take a shortcut out of the window if she didn't get it.[break][break]
"Ah, there you are!"[break][break]
No time to charge a proper attack. No point stopping to fight. Reiner knows he can outpace the Roselia and crash right through that door, even if they've locked it.[break][break]
Or so he'd hope, until he actually charges into it. It's like hitting a solid brick wall despite the woody appearance, bouncing the Luxray right back with a sharp yowl. And it's not that the doors they've chosen are built to be this sturdy. In that brief moment he slammed right into it, Eris spots strange blue lights - In between the evenly spaced seams that almost immediately seal up.[break][break]
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"Stakataka! Beautiful creature, isn't it? Could barely tell the difference when we left it there!"[break][break]
They've closed the distance. The two Rocket grunts looking straight at her like wolves cornering a fleeing deer.[break][break]
"Reiner!"[break][break]
She closes her eyes and braces, right as the corridor is engulfed in an electrical storm.