Xenon doesn't even miss a beat as she pops back off with a smirk.

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"Bones for brains."

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Even in a two on one fight, still they struggle as the iron monster of the future rages on, dragging the primitive ancestor down to the ground where it would reign supreme. Electricity powers the three headed machine in its Outrage, even the draconian claw raking through its metal chassis only enrages it further as it continues blindly slamming its body into the Roaring Moon without any sign of slowing down. It's only Radon's well timed Rollout that finally gives the dragon room to breathe as Iron Jugulis's attention shifts to the spinning bug, slamming its head down into the space where the Scolipede had just been with a furious roar.

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On and on the fight drags on as Radon leads her opponent's attention away from the dance of the dragon, scoring a few hits in on the metal monster, and taking more than a few hits in turn as she is battered and bruised by its furious rage. Finally she can take no more as she spins out of control and slams into the wall, Xenon moving quick to recall her back into her pokeball and throwing out Argon to finish the fight. Just in time too as the Iron Jugulis's eyes flicker intermittently, having finally overheated its own body and throwing itself into a false logic loop as it tries to reboot and scan for enemies. 

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Poison drips from her lips with the consistency of a humorous joke, denial wells up from the bottomless deep as she continues to look out as something Xenon won't see. No, she can't see, she was never touched by that particular future, the ideals she locks her gaze upon were a thousand leagues behind her at a far different crossroad.

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But she can see the humor in this where the girl cannot, she expects Xenon to be able to easily understand her ideals, not realizing that they had two different sets of eyes, two different lenses that could never possibly match the other. Her sight had been warped before this girl could even stand on her own two feet, the lenses she looked through saw a truth that blinded her beyond repair.

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"It's only aimless waiting if you don't have the common sense to put one leg in front of the other."

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She left her past behind after all, and if a nameless girl could do it then surely anyone else could? Ah, but that was expecting far too much, she had always had that problem, she always had expectations that were far too high to reach even for the tallest Girafarig.

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"So that's what you think it was? A punishment from some god, angry with their people for moving too far forwards?"

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How laughable, how utterly pathetic! Xenon can't help but laugh alongside the girl as she clutches a hand to her stomach and loudly vomits her disgust and amusement.

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The look in her eyes, it doesn't scare her, not one bit. She saw it in the mirror every day, it was the look of a woman who had found their truth, someone who discarded the warped and decaying ideals of the past to embrace a future that only they could see. It was something she could never understand, just as nobody could ever understand her future, and she wouldn't want it any other way.

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"Girl, what you expect out of me, you will never find. The greatest flaw of these people wasn't their love of the future, the greatest flaw of these people is that they were too weak to take hold of the future they wanted. A god struck them down for their hubris? Then they deserved their ruin, if you can't crush something as simple as a god for your future, then you deserve to be crunched into the garbage heap!"

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She's in her face before she even knows it, grabbing her by the collar of her shirt and lifting her into the air with an inhuman strength, dangling her over the edge of the abyss with warped glee in her eyes. She shouldn't be this strong, even when she was uninjured and at her best, she shouldn't be this strong. But this world, this ruin, this sneaky little glimpse at the future she craved and the consequences she would reap if she was weak, it made her soul more full and complete then it had ever been.

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"You want to see what these ruins remind me of!? You want to see what progress and exploitation look like, what it means to discard love from your heart!?"

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The cracked pokeball in her hand rattles and quakes as something ancient rattles within, no, something so ultramodern that it shouldn't even exist. A blinding red flash explodes from her palm and forms into a monster of the future, three iron heads staring down at them from behind Xenon as she laughs with mad delight.

"It is raw, unfettered, strength!"

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Even if nobody else would take such a cheesy line seriously, Xenon would respond to that ideal with full force. Her pride allowed nothing less, any garbage ideas deserved to be tossed into the trash, crunched and forgotten.

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That's just the kind of person she was.

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"If someone can't accept my ideals as they are, then they never held any worth to begin with. Other people's feelings are nothing but annoying trash, so if being who I am means I'm always going to be fighting, then I'll just run straight at the consequences and carve them all up until I'm the only one left standing!" Kindness, love, friendship, she would assign her own ideas of worth to those values, just like she assigned her own worth to violence, hate, and war. Only she could decide what mattered in her world, she wouldn't let anyone else tell her otherwise.

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Xenon rips and hacks away at the vines holding Argon down, steel carving away that past holding him down and giving him just enough time to break free of his own power as a chime echoes in his ears. The Lopunny's eyes snap back open and her arms fly into motion, it's all the Rocket grunt can do to bring her sword up between her body and the bunny as a shield against the flurry of blows that attack both her and Argon. A dozen plans of action are calculated as Xenon takes a hand from her sword and reaches to her belt, eyes flickering between three different orbs and three primary plans of attack and defense. The type matchup was bad and she couldn't compete with a Mega Evolution yet, this factor alone is what pushes her decision as she grits her teeth and grabs a pure white shell off her belt.

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SMASH! A thick plume of fog explodes all around them as Xenon and Argon disappear from sight, just as quickly Radon veers away from Luka and Ume as she slashes away the gunk restraining her and rolls into the fog with them. After maybe a minute the fog would eventually clear from the cave, revealing a complete absence of Xenon and any of her pokemon as the trio disappear even deeper into the cave. A total loss on her end, much to her frustration.

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Xenon couldn't believe that anyone could fail to see the beauty in such a creature. It was measured, it was precise, every aspect of it was made with intent, it was a reflection of its creator's heart and the rotting darkness within, it was perfect in every way, shape, and form. It was the future she strived for, and she would crush any criticism of it and any criticizer of it.

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"And you're a fucking primitive."

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Yet despite the venom in her voice, she can't help but smile as he releases that dirty primitive pokemon far a time far past, it was only fitting that she use it as a stepping stone to grab the future she wanted. That grating roar grinds at her sanity as her vision swims in furious red, all she can do is channel that rage into determination in this moment.

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Radon takes the Dark Pulse like a champ as the waves of black energy assault her shell and cut into her soul, bouncing off of the iron carapace of the future with a chittering grunt as she begins to spin up for her next Rollout, ready to take whatever pain was coming despite her already weakened state. It's fortunate then that Kouji so kindly offered up his worthless past as a shield for Radon then as she begins the next rolling strike, bouncing into the air once again as the Roaring Moon drags down the Iron Jugulis in a screaming struggle between primal past and steel future.

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Gears and circuitry whine and hiss as the six sets of eyes burn red hot with fury, an Electric Terrain envelops the ground all around them as pure Outrage boils over from the machine. Its heads wildly thrash and beat away at the Roaring Moon with increasing power, all the while Radon continues to spin into the dark machine in one pass after another, gaining more and more momentum with each strike until she's little more than a blur carving a path through the lightning.

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"Fast way it is."

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Xenon straightens up and reaches a hand into the cart, her tongue peeking from her lips as she digs in deep looking around for something amidst all the guns, knives, and miscellaneous weaponry that they were tasked with transporting to their given destination. The approaching sound of League officials steadily grows louder as she continues to search, it's not until they're almost halfway up the hill that a distinctive CLICK echoes through the cavern that Xenon gasps and kicks the cart as hard as she can. "Fire in the hole!" She screams as the little wagon tips over the edge of the slope and begins rolling down towards the panicked league soldiers, about ten seconds later a massive explosion rips its way up towards the duo of Rocket grunts and knocks Xenon flat on her ass as the shockwave hits her square in the chest. Despite it all, she can't help but let out a bark of laughter as she crawls over to the top of the hill and peers down at the mass of flaming slag and smoke that was all their hard work and effort. All down the drain. And it is glorious.

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What seems like an eternity passes as the two push the cart in comfortable silence, though really it's something closer to twenty minutes of hard labor in the dark silence of the Ultra Deep Sea. But all good times must come to an end, and so it does as Xenon suddenly stops in place and grabs the cart to keep it from moving any further.

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"Hey. You hear that?" She whispers as she looks over at Alba, creeping around to the front of the cart and looking out into the distance. They were approaching the beginning of a slope leading down it seems, and at the very bottom was... shit. The girl creeps back to her fellow grunt and grimaces. "League grunts at the bottom of the hill. Looks like they're coming this way. You want to risk your life over some bullets and bombs, or do you want to handle this the fast way?"

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The bug bites and claws at the Machamp as it propels itself off the ground and into the air, venom continuously dripping from her acrid fangs and seeping into Cassius's wounds to bring it closer and closer to a Toxic demise. Even a man of the present cannot escape their future, no matter how they might struggle and laugh in the face of it, all that awaited was death. But as they reach the apex of his leap, even Radon must recognize that her future is rapidly approaching, thus their is only one thing it can do as the duo turn upside down and begin spinning out of control towards the hard stone ground. She tenses up every muscle in her body, directs her energy to her hard shell carapace, curls up as best as she can in Cassius's iron tight grip, and she Protects herself as they slam into the ground with a devastating crunch.

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And even then, she does not escape unscathed. Scratches and cuts litter the Scolipede's body as it angrily glares at the Machamp still holding onto her even now, but she is far from out of the fight. The same will not be said of Cassius as her horn shines a bright green, jabbed straight into the gut of the hero and twisted deep with lethal efficiency. It was difficult to control and aim, but within such a close proximity there was virtually no chance of missing a Megahorn.

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"Rocket didn't put a damn thing in my head you primitive idiot! Ideals passed down from others are nothing but garbage to be tossed into the trash, CRUNCH! Everything I believe, everything I know, everything I feel, these are all things that only I can produce, only I could make these things! But you're right, the future is here! The future is now!" Xenon snaps her fingers and the barrage of bullets ceases from the Cacturne's paw, replaced by five pods that launch into the sky towards the armored Ironsides. Tendrils of leafy green sprout from the pods as they bloom into parasitic flowers, Leech Seeds that snake into the cracks and gaps in the Skarmory's armor to find its blood and water itself, white petals bleeding into a beautiful crimson.

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There is a saying that Xenon likes to say, mainly because she just invented it right now for this specific situation. Nothing in this world is immune to pain, no matter how immortal or legendary they may be. This saying proves very true as she exercises her full abilities in the modern skill of torture, only stopped by the intervention of a god as Doug finally backs off of her and the knife is ripped out of her hand.

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She has mere moments to react to this brief lull in combat, she could try and take advantage of the man's weakened state and try to take him down from the knees, she could run away to regroup with Argon and start the battle anew on equal terms, she could-

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No, the only real option here is to run as fast as she can. She's not beating a Legendary Pokemon today, she doesn't have the time, the knowledge, the resources, nothing. Her hand digs into the dirt and throws the dust and debris right at the soldier's face as she scrambles to her feet and runs in the opposite direction, scooping up a knocked out Argon under her arm and running straight for the portal she had been set to guard this entire time. Crazy she may be, she wasn't totally brainless. Only a truly sick psycho would chase a Rocket grunt straight into a portal into an alternate dimension they knew nothing about.

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"Horrible this, awful that, despicable so and so, who decides all these values? Or rather who decided all these values, and why should I care about what a bunch of corpses in the ground have to think about how I live my life?"

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That's all it was to Xenon, just a bunch of tired and dead ghosts (not even the fun ones!) trying to leave behind their righteous morals and control the future long after their time had passed. Worthless to the core, every last one of them!

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The Shadow Ball breaks upon the Musharna's flesh and a wave of otherworldly energy assaults her delicate psychic sensibilities, Argon cackles with delight as he pushes himself backwards through the air and sticks out a mocking tongue at the tapir.

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Yet the game changes once again as the idol princess throws out another Pokemon, activating her trump card in a flash and turning the tables on Xenon as she scrambles to react. "Shit, Argon-!" No time for the proper commands as a thick set of vines blooms from the rock floor below and wraps around the Gengar, setting up for a super-sonic high jump kick to crash into his ghostly body with a reverberating impact. A choking sound escapes Argon's mouth as he feels the air leave his nonexistent lungs, a beat passes as he struggles to regain his bearings, but his eyes snap to attention as Xenon issues her next order.

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"Hypnosis, pattern Iono-Five-Alpha!" Isoteric symbols form in the Gengar's eyes as he stares at the Lopunny from up close, no room to dodge as psychic commands worm their way into her brain and lull her into a deep sleep. Meanwhile Xenon has run forwards and drawn her sword to join in the battle herself, hacking away at the vines restraining Argon. And on the other side of the room, Radon had finally recovered from the brutal psychic assault it had taken half a minute prior, its body straining against the gooey substance holding it down as it slowly trudges towards Ume with vengeance in its eyes.

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It seemed like the fun times were over for Xenon as a horrible pain stabs into the hand she was using to hold down Douglas, she tries to jerk away the appendage instinctively with a hiss of agonized fury, but the soldier clenches down tight as he uses the brief lapse in attention to flip her over and get on top.

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She doesn't just take this lying down of course, she has a knife pressed right to his throat after all, so it's easy enough to cut into his jugular and let loose a fountain of blood all over her as cold steel bites into flesh with a vengeance. But she doesn't just stop with a single cut, rapidly she starts sawing away at the regenerating flesh, burying the blade deeper and deeper into his neck without any sign of stopping. Even as the skin and muscles regenerate around the knife, still she keeps on cutting away until she's gone so deep in that the metal is completely buried inside his healed up neck, almost like she had stabbed it right into the side of his esophagus. "Let go you fucking primitive, before I fully cut off your head just to find out which half regenerates!"

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