They grit their teeth and Isra grins.

"Fine we'll do this the hard way then!" the second part of the set states as the Feraligator is stopped in it tracks, the electricity coursing through the web wrapped around it impeding its ability to move forward. The chuckle is light on her lips, as if they think the medicham that enters the alley way has any chance of salvaging the encounter. "Ice punch!"

It moves in to strike for the grass type, the crackling crystals growing colder by the second as they form and fall from the fists of the pokemon. There is no hesitation in Isra's response, hand reaching for the sky, whistle sharp. Wings curl around the shadow in the sky, the same one that had alerted them to the pair's arrival before they made themselves known. The Noivern dives for the alleyway from above, fangs enveloping in light as he descends, seeking the shoulders of the medicham and sinking in while the pokemon is still in motion.

The bat does not let go, talons sinking into the sides of the pokemon as his wings unfurl and lift him upward again. The fighting type goes with him, soon dangling in the air above them. If it's cries where worthy of note Isra did not notice, and neither did the Noivern, choosing only to tighten his grip. "Shit!"

"now now, two on one's awful unfair don't you think?" there's something playful in her tone, a warning beneath it. They will find no easy victory here and to turn around and walk away would be in their best interests.

"Last chance boys." she hopes they don't take it.

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Isra grimaces at the name, something about brucie simply leaves a sour taste in her mouth and she finds it difficult to let it pass.

"Brucie? Was that really the best you could come up with?" her brows knot together, the look of disappointment is impossible to miss. it falls a moment later, the subtle shake of her head seems to loosen her feature and return them to their usual disposition. The woman doesn't linger on the subject, her own Noivern being of greater importance. The call by the medicham's trainer for a zen headbutt not being lost on her.

The woman whistles and her Noivern responds in an instant, dropping the pokemon like a toy she no longer wishes to play with before the glow of psychic energy around its head can come to mean anything. What comes next is a decision made by the bat herself, the beating of her wings kicking up a whirlwind from above. Before the fighting type can steady itself its feet come out from under it and it collides with the wall of the alley way.

The sound from the noivern's chest is something almost like laughter, a cackling that it has most certainly learned from her ghost. It watches the fighting type closely as it scrambles to recover. Neither it nor its trainer seems entirely ready for a fight. Not really.

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Isra watches the debacle, which neither of the men they are faced with seem prepared for in the slightest. Her noivern soon finds itself just as over matched as the medicham attempts to prepare an attack, barely on its feet before the Noivern descends on it again.

The boomburst is controlled, precise and executed just as the flying pokemon is closest to the fighting type. Unable to dodge the sound waves forcing it back the pokemon is thrust into the wall again and will soon find that the pokemon is content to toy with her prey. She circles the alley, watching it closely. If it dares to stand, thinks it might attack, moves she closes in again. The deafening burst of sound seems impossible to escape.

It is apparent by the look on the trainers face that they have no idea what to do with the situation.

Isra turns to Remiel, chuckling at his reaction to the situation. "Told you we should have just let Layla take care of this." she remarks playfully, referencing her Zoroark whose illusions could have helped them avoid the scenario completely. Oh well. Sophia was always in a better mood after she got to toy with something anyway.

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Isra chuckles, of course she does. "You should be asking if I trust her not to go overboard." that was a little less likely. The Noivern adored her own brand of downright rotten behavior. As it was the pokemon looms overhead, chittering her amusement as the fighting type she has so thoroughly bested begins to tire. The medicham find itself slumped against the wall, breathing hard.

It is the tell tale click of heals that carries Isra through the door. Her whistle a gentle tune, as if it were telling a tale too (and it is, a tale of things to be seen and things not, weaving the images together like the mind makes a mirage beneath the desert sun) however short or long it might be to those listening. It tells of halls leading to delightfully aged items hidden behind the stage they are destined to be displayed on, the seating before it, the quiet chatter.

Of course it tells too, of the man at the door, greeting and bowing to those allowed inside. Ensuring they amongst the invited guests before they are allowed any farther. Quiet and tall and surprisingly fox like despite his graying beard. None would be the wiser should they tread over the threshold. After all, Isra has trained her fox as well as the dragon in the alley way.

She seeks the nights host, the woman in charge of their gathering for the evening. Dear Miss Layla, who she can't imagine will be pleased with the interruption in the slightest.

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Isra watches with her arms folded bellow her bossom. Though Remiel gets to sit back and enjoy the show Isra's eyes are watching far more closely. She is noting every little tik and tok, the gears that make the illusion work. She seeks out the small pieces of the interaction before them that makes the illusion come alive.

She seeks flaws, discolorings, things that could give it away. She and the fox will break it down bit by bit when the night is over, seeking to perfect the illusions that Isra has come to rely so heavily on. Perhaps too much so. Then the dreamers cross her mind and she thinks again.

Remiel will find her returning his smirk though it is for different reasons. She's satisfied, if nothin else. Pleased even, with how well her pokemon's illusion takes hold. None are the wiser, none need know what happens in this building beneath the shadows.

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>>fin!