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Despite everything, despite the poison coursing through his body and the danger surrounding them from all sides, one thought intrudes upon the sheriff:
everything’s going to turn out alright. Hope is just as deadly a poison as hemlock, but he drinks it all the same. He prefers the way it tastes on the way down.[break][break]
The floor cracks. Will awakens, and with it comes an end to this brief resurgence of Galarian skill. In its place, all he can think to do is shout one word.[break][break]
“
Baki!” He runs to her, runs through the stealth rocks. They tear through his leg before he even reaches her, digging into the side of his left thigh in a series of grievous slashes. He clings to her just as the floor gives out from under him, and he too falls with the rest.[break][break]
A harsh
snap comes before the pain. Prying himself from
Hyakkaryōran Tsubaki, he tries to put weight on his left leg. It hurts, hurts
bad, but he remains standing. His eyes survey countless prisoners, many of whom seem familiar now that the mask is off.[break][break]
There’s no time for banter with
Eris Halla or
Hideo Kino as they finally find the Pokemon they were looking for.
Noel Parker is preoccupied after his stellar showing above. Oblivious to their inner turmoil, he simply trusts in
PENELOPE LIVY,
freya morningstar, and
FERNANDO SILPH to lead them.[break][break]
He has to arm himself. Even injured, even sick, a warrior has to fight.[break][break]
“
Looks like our Pokemon are here.” He states the obvious to Tsubaki and
oscar clayton. The tubes drain and six of his best come out to meet him.[break][break]
Hattori is the first to find him, rushing through the crowd. His little shinobi runs up and almost tackles him over. Stoic as Hattori fancies himself after a year of battle, he still cries grateful tears, happy to see that both Navy and Tsubaki are alright.[break][break]
“
It’s alright, Hattori. I’m here.” He shakily pats the Greninja on the head, grateful for the affection. “
Uh, Oscar, this here’s my Greninja. Guess that means-”[break][break]
The rest come. Shuwen simply nods, throwing Navy some pokeballs. In the chaos, the Urshifu took the liberty of finding his gear. In his other hand is a squirming Megalopolan, one wearing his sygna suit. The alien is quickly divested of the suit and sent running.[break][break]
Up come the rest, Roland with his silent robotic stare and Arthur with a dragon’s quiet dignity. Thin Lizzy screeches, shaking her tail in delight. Standing at the back, silent eyes observing Navy, is Vortigern – his black dragon.[break][break]
“
Looks like the gang’s all here. You guys mind helping me change?” Whether they help or not, he eventually pulls himself into his sygna suit. The sync stone hums to life, trying to decide which Pokemon it will synergize with for the coming battle.[break][break]
I need a clear head. He thinks, even as Vortigern offers him easy strength. One by one, to make space for other combatants, he returns his Pokemon to their balls. Only Arthur is left, the Kommo-O’s scales clanging in growing fervor.[break][break]
“
Something’s coming.”[break][break]
There’s little time to investigate, nor does he see a reason to do so. Instead, he allows his soul to meld with that of Arthur’s. The warrior stands up straighter, carrying himself with a dragon prince’s dignity. Arthur, suddenly spurred by paternal instincts, hovers near Tsubaki.[break][break]
Wearing the golden armor of a Myrmidon, his own scales clanging, he walks up to two people he recognized before. @eddie and
Beau Fontaine look as ready as ever.[break][break]
“
Got your backs.” Navy smiles weakly at Beau. “
Dewford guys gotta stick together.”[break][break]
All the while, Arthur’s
clangorous soul resounds for the coming battle. Navy feels the dragon prince’s excitement, Arthur’s eyes scanning all the impressive fighters gathered here.[break][break]
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