Idiots.

As he descended through a cloud of smog and rain, the masked individual had the scarcity of a moment to comprehend the series of events that lead him here. There was the heroic yet uncalled for sacrifice from his Flygon, whose swan song he could still hear echoing throughout, despite the cacophony of noise. Then there was the white-haired woman who, whether Rocket or not, appeared to have no honest regard for the life of other people or Pokémon. Remiel held no grudge for the death of Psamathe. She had done her job and given her life for it. But for endangering his life, the woman would come to regret acting so freely with her physical identity exposed.

In another reality, this might have been where his story ended: with his body unceremoniously hitting the pavement in front of the lighthouse doors. But the Remiel Calcifet in that reality deserved to die for not thinking ahead. Instead, the spectral dragon he had summoned before— locked onto his position and sensing his trainer's peril— emerged out from a shadowy portal engulfed in a thin blue energy and moved swiftly to intercept the black-haired prince¹. Landing atop the large Dragapult's flat head crouched on one knee, Remiel gripped the sides of it for balance as it swooped upward and stopped just above the lighthouse entrance as its doors burst open². He stood as they observed.

The darkness inside him sneered at the sight of the white-haired woman and the infamous commissioner, a target he had been instructed to eliminate by Team Rocket prior. As far as Remiel was concerned, this was fate serving him two birds with one stone. As easy as it would have been to focus whole-heartedly into such a rapid-fire revenge and satisfaction, however, the threat of the Ultra Beast and the lighthouse timer could not be ignored. The new year, and death, was nigh.

Assessing his surroundings, he could see that the situation had certainly evolved into quite the scramble. A young lad had catapulted himself towards the white-haired woman and the monstrous commissioner. Others attempted to free the woman from her punishment or direct their attacks towards the shielded Ultra Beast. Curiously enough, one shaggy-haired individual set his Pokémon to detonate the mines behind them, explosively forming a clear path amidst the ruins of the festival. He predicted a lot more to come, and fast. So Remy was quick in channeling his thoughts as best he could, hoping his Solrock's psychic connection with his mind was on-air and ready to receive. "Rock Polish, then come to me."

From the trench he'd taken shelter in minutes ago, the Solrock hummed to life and arose. Its body, already polished to a degree, twitched and shed even more of its rugged pieces. Then, with an uncanny speed and levitation, the mysterious entity zoomed straight through the newly opened path³. It would cross the distance soon.

But his action wasn't over. As the wind ruffled the fabric of his black jacket and the rain cascaded down his mask and hood, Remiel snapped his fingers and pointed to command his Dragapult's attention towards Blacephalon and the tentacled commissioner. "Dragon Darts." Mephisto makes a rumble in his throat, something of an excited chuckle. Remy, in the meantime, drops back down on knee and braces himself with his hands against the edge of his dragon's head as it aims the Dreepy in both of its cannons. With a loud snap of a sound that leaves the lad's ears ringing, they're fired⁴.

Reflect, Light Screen, Safeguard, Mist. Even Aurora Veil or Substitute. These Dreepy were convicted to slipping past any defenses to explode on target.

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¹ Dragapult uses Agility!
² Dragapult emerges from the shadows and catches Remy mid-fall!
³ Solrock picks up on Remiel's command and uses Rock Polish before navigating towards him, traversing the newly opened path created by Kyle.
⁴ Dragapult uses Dragon Darts! Enhanced by the INFILTRATOR ability, these explosive Dreepy target Dahlia Goode and Blacephalon at mach speed!

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