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[attr="class","oznimain"]The STONE EDGE has the desired effect. Too busy dodging rocks, the opponent is forced not to press their advantage. But there is tension in this momentary ceasefire. Out of sight, someone lets out a noise of pain.

To poor Oz, it seems like the world is trying to swallow him up. A giant crag bursts through the prisoner’s tent. A single laptop glitters on its point like a ring six sizes too small. Again, this attack provides some benefit. It further limits the burden of the chair. Just a little more, Ozzie. The CEO tells himself this as he keeps crawling his way to the main thoroughfare. Even if it’s Rocket out there, he has a better chance of living in the open.

At least terrorists still took bribes last he looked. And, hey, they probably wouldn’t just let him die, right?

Any hope smolders as a piece of tent canvas lands on him. With a noise of frustration, the man just lays his head on the ground. He’d had enough adulting for the day. The scratch marks his face lands in are pretty comfortable.

The Comfey stares at the ghost type with wide eyes. Little fingers toy with the petals of her flower loop, nerves obvious on her face. She’s an emotional support Pokemon. She’s not exactly cut out for open warfare. It’s why she went for a rich, spoiled guy in the first place. “Fifi! (‘Oh! Come -bzzzt- on!)” The ghostly energy sparks at the little flower fey’s edges.

There’s a chortle from the opponent. He shows zero hesitation as he levels the firearm. "Thanks for the promotion.” He pushes down. He can feel the cold steel against his finger as it indents. The Rocket operative savors the moment. Something white flies toward him, it looks like a paper airplane. “?” And, suddenly, he can’t feel the trigger anymore. His expression is almost comical as he watches his hand slide to the ground below. “FUUUUUCK!” The pain hits the same time the blood does. In a panic, he scrambles for the gun.

Deciding to push their advantage—and not liking this rude man at all—Lei narrows little eyes. With a cry, she smacks the Banette with a series of tiny Vine Whips. (‘Learn some manners, fish!’) These don’t do much damage, but they manage to knock the puppet-thing off balance. But the quivering continues.

A tiny, muffled voice pipes up ahead. “Princess Lei? Is that you?”

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