Lex’s stamina is nothing to be questioned. It shows in the toothy grin she returns King. It’s adorable that he thinks she can’t keep up, “Hm, cute,” she turns her gaze back into the obstacle course ahead, “We’ll see who can’t keep up.”

The gun fires, and Salazzle shoots forward. AERIAL ACE does little to impede her progress, perhaps only altering her course slightly. Instead of focusing on the Blaziken, the Salazzle trains its eyes onto the muddy pit. It’s smaller stature puts it at an advantage, but it’s wants more.

Flames lick at the corners of her leathery lips. They part to let a FLAMETHROWER blast the mud in her path until it is firm. Diving forward, the Salazzle easily scurries over the hardened mud.

KING WAYLAND
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Sweetheart? What is with mean and their pet names today?

Regardless, she smiles, brushing a strand of long red hair back while peering towards KING WAYLAND from behind dark sunglasses. The sun has done her some good, really bringing out the olive undertone of her fair skin as she she stands beside her first competitor for the race.

The Salazzle is smaller, but damn quick. She has faith in the little reptile, “Ready when you are, stud,” she teases back, encouraging Fira to creep forward. The female dual type does so with a confident swagger in her stride. Her tail twitches, ready for the cue to go.

KING WAYLAND

Love? She raises a brow and laughs. he doesn’t try to hide it. A part of her appreciates the confidence. The other part wants to crush it, “Hm, take it easy?” she grins, twirling her own two pokeballs between her fingers, “Where’s the fun in that?” Lex didn’t “take it easy”.

Two spheres crack open, bathing the sand in light as two very contrasting pokemon take the field. An Aerodactyl shifts anxiously, while a small, seemingly excited Happiny waddles towards the ancient creature. Menhit purrs, helping the pokemon onto her back. The Happiny grips a scale tight, ready for action.

CIAN MAHER

A miss?! (Mostly)

The Clefable fumes, tensing and clenching its small fists as the Torkoal spins and disappears back into whatever is left of the Smokescreen after the blast. It’s a strange, uncharacteristic rage that grips the pink pokemon. A combination of a desire to prove itself along with a primal need for superiority dries it forward.

Torkoal lunges, cantering forward with a Body Slam. Clefable can see it coming, parting the thick smoke like a rock against a wave of water. It’s enough time for the angry fairy-type to dodge. She leaps, landing with surprising grace to the side of the Torkoal. Her fingers wag again, a strange green energy surrounding her before a wave of skittering bugs erupt from the sand, looking to INFEST the Torkoal.

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Clefable dodges!
Metronome manifests as INFESTATION!

Clefable frowns as she watches the Smokescreen obscure her vision of the Torkoal. She’s committed to the Meteor Beam, so she sees it through. Regardless, the shock of the attack will likely resonate through the immediate area.

Once the energy is gathered, the pastel pokemon pushes her palms forward. The energy follows, blasting down from above like a sparkling comet tail. It meets the dark Smokescreen, tearing through it like the sun does a thick fog. The smoke curls like a tidal wave from the impact, rolling over itself and dissipating as it is dispersed. The blast from the attacks power creates its own crater beside the Torkoal’s carvings in the sand.

Her hands lower to her side, she watches the smoke, curious as to whether she is successful or not.

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She strikes with Meteor Beam

Lex mirrors him and glances around as well. She’ unsure where Killian is. If he is here watching, she would likely notice. Instead her shoulder shrug casually, “Probably off at his own battle,” he is participating in the tournament too. His comment make her laugh, hard, “Roach being a snitch?! I never thought I’d see the day,” her tone is playful, she obviously knows he’s joking.

Lex loses sight of the Liepard in the cloud of sand and dust that puffs up around them when they collide. It doesn’t take long for the Liepard to realize that his plan doesn’t work. Instead, the quick feline hops away and out of the cloud of dust.

Liepard pulls back its lips and flattens its ears. An angry hiss forces it’s way through his teeth. The feline lunges, swiping at air. Instead, a SHADOW CLAW that mimics its own appears and strikes at the Cubone.

Liepard is kind of hit with Bone Rush!
Lieaprd uses SHADOW CLAW!

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Lex smiles, she has something more than a little kiss in mind but they are in public, and they each had battles to participate in after this. It would have to wait until they went home. For now, a kiss would have to do. She wraps her arms around his waist, tugging him closer. She lets him lean in to kiss her. She makes is slow and enticing, perhaps a little too long and awkward for the spectators but who gives a fuck? “Good luck with the rest of your battles,” she smiles before pulling away. She gives his hand a squeeze before venturing off to her next scheduled field.

Killian Decker

War’s PSYCHO CUT lands on it’s mark. The beast feels no remorse, but Lex winces at the Poipole’s painful cry. She feels bad about knocking out the young thing. She bites her lips, watching its small body drop to the floor. At least it is over.

Joltoen is quick to follow. The potent poison proves too much for it and the electric-type and her body slumps to the ground, being knocked unconscious.

Then there were two.

Lex watches the Spectrier anxiously. It relished in i’s fatal strike. War rears up, thrusting its hooves forward as an eerie, GRIM NEIGH pierces through the air. It grows stronger, a haunting power pulsing through its body. Unfortunately, that will matter little.

The Flareon ignites, flames dance through the air. It lunges forward in a flash of light. The Spectrier, still coming down from its victorious high, doesn’t stand a chance. The FLARE BLITZ strike hard. If the ghost had breath, it would have lost it. War loses its balance, falling to the sand with a thunderous crash. A piercing cry of pain echoes through the air. It strikes a chord in Lex. It struggles to rise.

Panic. She can’t lose the beast she just found. A pokeball suddenly appears in her hand and light engulfs the Spectrier, “That’s enough,” she then returns the fainted Jolteon, forfeiting to match to Killian, “You win,” she grins across the field, returning both spheres to her waist, “very impressive,” she smiles, stepping forward. A familiar salacious smile crosses her lips, “Come get your prize.”

Jolteon FAINTS
War is hit with FLARE BLITZ, Lex ends the battle
Killian WINS!
Lex uses FLIRT! Come give me a smooch, baby.

Killian Decker

There’s a panic that fills the room as a mist obscures everyone’s vision. Where is it coming from? Is something broken? Should they be wearing protective gear? Those are just a few of the questions she hears as she slips into the thick of it. A man is bent over a monitor, frantically glancing between the read outs of several of the electronics and machines that are scattered about the lab. He’s engrossed in his task, trying to figure out if anything is malfunctioning.

The ID she’s looking for is swinging from his hip. It’s an easy grab, considering how panicked the man is. A delicate touch curls around the badge in hand as she moves towards the other end of the lab. She assumes Killian is keeping an eye on her and that he will follow. When she finds the elevator, she smiles. He's already there. Lex moves quickly, hoping the mist is still distracting enough for no one to notice them calling the elevator to them. She swipes the key card and waits.

Killian Decker

Killian’s always been curious, it’s part of why he knows so much. That’s why Lex isn’t surprised when he wanders over to the captain to ask one last question. In preparation to Leave, Lex calls Aubie down to the deck. She doesn’t pay much attention to the exchange, she’s distracted. A name is quick to change that.

Kaito. The wave of tension that washes over her in that moment is palpable. As her eyes grow wide, her body stiffens. She turns, slowly, to face the Captain and Killian. The depth of emotions that single name can stir up is overwhelming. It’s fear first that grips her. They know he’s in Hoenn – somewhere. Obviously, he is attempting to keep tabs on them which means he’s close, too close. Kaito isn’t the only thing that she feared now-a-days. Rocket did a good job of branding her with fear as well. Fear is too familiar. Fear breeds anger.

Anger is quick to follow, and that’s the one she clings to. She’s been so angry lately that it feels natural, almost as natural as the fear that haunts her every day.

If anything is going to push her over the edge again, it’s Kaito. How dare he disrupt their life.

Lex falls again, back into the blinding darkness.

Her face curls into a dark scowl and behind amber eyes there’s a raging fire. She stalks forward, locked onto the man. If Killian doesn’t attempt to stop her, she’d proceed to grab him by the shirt and yank his face towards her with a powerful pull. Regardless, she growls in a low, violent voice, “Where is he?!”

Killian Decker

As long as the Noctowl presses HYPNOSIS onto the Electrivire, the PROTECT remains. It’s tactic to create distance works. Balthazar watches the opponent ascend into the sky with little ability to do much else. When the onslaught of Hypnosis stops, the barrier fades. He stands tall, cautious.

Balthazar is bombarded with heat as the Noctowl dives towards him. A wave of flames scorch his yellow fur, leaving black, charred streak that blend with his stripes. The hat brings a wave of hot anger. He stomps into the sand, bringing his arms up. Palms push forward, a bright wave of sharp stars rush SWIFTly through the wake of the Heat Wave towards the avain.

FERNANDO SILPH

Balthazar uses SWIFT

They're lost in the MIST, Lex follows Lulu’s gaze up towards the sky, trying to catch any sort of glimpse of the battle above. The thief hasn’t battled much with the Altaria. Honestly, she doesn’t have much of a clue if the pokemonis even a capable battler. Guess this will tell her whether she needs to subject the avian to more training or not.

The BOOMBURST rattles the air and it’s quickly followed by a screech of pain from the Noivern as purple flames flash through the white cloud. Lex smiles, Again, Winter, she thinks to herself.

Instead, the MIST shifts and begins to swirl like angry clouds as the HURRICANE force winds begin to whip around the Altaria. The Mist struggles to keep its form, thinning in the wake of the attack. Altaria fights against the winds that painful buffet her soft cloud-like wings. It’s hard to keep steady against such a force. There’s no way she’s catching the Noivern in these winds. Instead, as the air clears, she takes aim at the opponent. Rising she spread her wings wide. A mysterious pink energy swirls her before shooting up into the clear sky. After a moment of charging, a crack echoes through the area as a the MOONBLAST made of fae energy tears down from the heavens towards the Noivern.

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Winter uses MOONBLAST!

Eventually, Remiel reemerges from the depths of the club while the grunts collect a few more boxes. He seems satisfied with his work, she’s still annoyed it had to be dealt with in the first place. Incompetence doesn’t sit well with her.

Lex doesn’t move to collect anything from the trunk. She watches curiously as Remy rolls up his sleeves slowly, methodically as if it was a careful task. It seems tedious, almost annoying. Her gaze moves from Remiel to Nova when he comments on her illusion. The replica wears a malicious grin, devious as usual. Nova is a real troublemaker, true to her species. Remial’s fun fact about Zororak makes her laugh, “It wouldn’t surprise me,” she could easily believe Nova running amuck wearing her face and getting in trouble. Lex had a hard enough time keeping a tight rein on her at the Vital Spirit Festival. One moment away with Killian had left the Zororak to her own devices. The poor man at the fireworks booth didn’t know any better.

Eyes fall to the small Mimikyu that has been trailing her superior. She isn’t very familiar with them, but she does know they’re ghost types, a sub-specialty of hers. What she does know about them is that they are kind of creepy, but cute, “Does it ever change out of those same rags?” She asks curiously. When Remy steps away, Lex approaches the trunk to take up a small box to carry as well.

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