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In the collision, Bailey Cooper was wretched from her Scoliopeed's grasp.[break][break]
Her body hit the concrete, rolling across the ground in a fashion that had become all too familiar to her. The hard, gritty, and unforgiving surface of the street felt as if it was pushing up against her with each rotation, stabbing into her exposed flesh—another series of scrapes and cuts that would bleed and eventually scab.[break][break]
It stung. Her mind processed this pain the same way it processed the adrenaline. Hot—she thought—as memories of countless endeavors seared to the surface of her mind. It was like auto-pilot—like letting the body respond before the brain could react. She took her sense of self and shoved it into the trunk of a car, and then lodged her foot to the gas pedal.[break][break]
It was why she was able to recover mid-turn, mid-toss, and let her elbows drag as she spun and tried to return back to her feet.[break][break]
Scoliopeed was withdrawn the moment a hand was free.[break][break]
And when her head was raised, she could see the chaos—could hear the screams and the broil of the fire that wretched through the New Years Celebration. The maimed bodies were visible, even as they tried to shrink away from the bouncing beast.[break][break]
People were going to die. Just like Regirock. Just like Slateport. Just like the Space Center. Just like Mossdeep. A hyper beam was what pierced her mind with its hot, furious light as those thoughts burned through her.
“Fuck!” [break][break]
But not if she could be fast enough. Just for once. Just for fucking once—![break][break]
The desire to win propelled her to her feet, launching her like a springboard. To action. To the fight. To the dance that she had skirted oh-so-many times before.[break][break]
One more fandango with a “space pokemon,” or whatever official name the League had dreamed up for these invaders. Who fucking cared? [break][break]
She had coined her name
first.[break][break]
It was the job of the Elite Four to protect the region. It was the job of the Elite Four to hold the line. To the boundaries, where they could skirt with the enemy—the most dangerous job, but also the most indispensable, despite the risk of life that came with wearing this bloodied mantle.[break][break]
Let the experienced handle the threat. Let their skill be the decisive factor that would turn the tide.[break][break]
But it seemed as though someone misunderstood this simple concept—someone misunderstood the fire of a burning
victory star that had no time to waste.[break][break]
Bailey Cooper spared
Olivia Abbiati a glance—one that sang of past violence and past trials that she had routinely overcome. It was a moment of eye-contact that was only broken by the sight of the explosive that was propelled right towards her. An insult. Who would throw a live explosive to someone recovering from a fall, and then shout orders as if they had not placed them in a disadvantageous position?[break][break]
Bailey was not the brightest, but even she knew that was stupid.[break][break]
Protect the civilians? That was the job of every other trainer here.[break][break]
Bailey Cooper had the real job, and it was not at the whim of the Council. It was beyond that.[break][break]
“I know where I'm needed,” and her eyes focused back to the dancing pantomime and the sight of its growing head atop the lighthouse—an explosive that would assuredly cause immeasurable damage.[break][break]
The visage of a hyper beam cutting through Mossdeep reemerged—she knew what these creatures were capable of.[break][break]
She ran. She pushed forward with the same fire that raised her from the ground, and let her feet beat down against the concrete as she ran to a feverish pitch. It had to be stopped.[break][break]
And as for the floating ball that was launched her way? A capsule burst from her waist, and from it came a monstrosity of a pokemon that only she could control.[break][break]
A shadow pokemon—the first of its kind. The tainted red flesh of the Krookodile materialized from its pokeball with a presence that seemed to speak of its taint.[break][break]
His reddened hand was raised, pulsing with malevolent energy as he gleefully sought the ball.[break][break]
And fucking spiked it.
Payback.[break][break]
The ball would shudder from a force that no normal pokemon could hope to inflict, and was sent spiraling right to
Olivia Abbiati .[break][break]
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Her eyes only looked back to her fellow Elite Four members, just to confirm if they would follow her charge. In the next moment, she would hop-jump in the air, letting her shadow pokemon grasp her by the waist—
“like I'm a cheerleader, Gator.”[break][break]
That same thunderous strength would be used to toss Bailey upward. Another series of spins, Another head-rush as the nausea made her organs clench and leap to her throat.[break][break]
Gator the Krookodile was quickly withdrawn—if you have a way to quickly bring your pokemon back to your position, then why not abuse it?[break][break]
It was hard to tell the difference between the earth and the sky while mid-spin, so she let the light and the heat of the inferno that consumed the night market be her indicator.[break][break]
Another pokeball. Her fall would be halted by a pair of spindly appendages that would snag her arm, hoisting her mid-air and stopping her before she could make her descent.[break][break]
Vikavolt hold her steady, beating its wings at a furious pace. From up high, she had a vantage point that let her see where the ultra beast was heading—and how to intercept it. If this was a race, then Bailey would refuse to lose it.[break][break]
Agility was used as they raced to the lighthouse. It was not
extreme speed, but it would have to make due.[break][break]
tldr: spiked the ball back to
Olivia Abbiati . Currently trying to intercept the ultra beast using vikavolt and its move
agility.