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They do not answer his challenge as he might've hoped, but the deterent serves him just as well. Although they have as yet to leverage their manpower advantage against him, Adrian hardly feels to be playing from a position of strength. It's all so very bothersome, and their little charade has since attracted Yveltal's notice.[break][break]

But he is loathe to rely on them overly. Though Adrian can distance himself from the immediate harm of the FIRE SPIN, his Urshifu and Smeargle are subject to it, under duress from the extreme temperatures. What a relief it is then, when they seem to turn on one another... Though equally vexing. Was it some trick...? He had only questions.[break][break]

"Smeargle, handle them," he spat in demand.[break][break]

Brandishing its tail, its tuft appeared drenched with coal black ink before it flourished it to form a series of strange geometric gestures (ダークホール) before the vicinity, though alight from the blaze, was now cast into a deepening darkness...[break][break]

DARK VOID

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Despite the scale of the attack, Adrian did not wish to rely on it so. And recognizing the treat Luxray posed, armed with the power that had been granted at the FLEUR TEA ATELIER, he was reluctant to rely upon Urshifu further. Once again, he found his pokemon coming up short, and the seething malcontent left him eager to tie up their loose ends...[break][break]

URSHIFU FAINTED!

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Once more he finds himself stealing away any opportunity they might've had, borrowing their power for himself. Feeling his body swelling with infinity energy, he feels more comfortable about his odds. But still, he mustn't let down his guard, either. A HEATRAN at his side helps to alleviate any worries there, however. For now, it PROTECTS them.[break][break]

Despite his preparations, it seems they weren't needed; he can only stare incredulously as one of them is tossed at the other, something that leaves him confused. What the actual fuck...?

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^{09 engage in battle with a member from the opposing faction.}[break]

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Arbok flares its hood, forked tongue snaking in the air with a hiss as it reared its head to match their aggression. Adrian realizes too late, his sclera flickering to capture an image of these three—their true nature. None of them were exclusive; either they were marked, or guarded by a fabled pokemon, two of which were readily apparent before him. Mesprit he recognized, but the other...? He could only guess their origin. $#%&!—[break][break]

Bewitching his Arbok, Adrian braces as the attack sends a fallout breezing past him. He can feel Arbok's aura dwindling, on its last leg, offering some insight into the nature of the enemy's attack and the caliber of its battle prowess. With unforgiving candor Adrian places a hand upon Arbok as it reels from the attack, before shock and betrayal set in. He steals what little is left for himself, withdrawing it.[break][break]

ARBOK FAINTED!

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"...That won't happen again, I promise." Adrian manages not to sound defeated, quickly brandishing a new pair of pokeballs and unleashing pokemon more suited to the situation he found himself in.[break][break]

"Take them out," Adrian demands, placing a hand against the Smeargle to hold it back, allowing only Urshifu to advance on the enemy LATIAS next.[break][break]

WICKED BLOW

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For its part, Smeargle would stay by his side as a deterrent; would they wield these pokemon's fabled power so freely, knowing he could just as easily claim it for his own? He almost wished they would...

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^{09 engage in battle with a member from the opposing faction.}[break]

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Adrian might have detected a whiff of their arrival had he not been so immersed with his work. As it was, he would be taken by surprise as they break into the clearing, making accusations out of questions. Alarm is overwhelmed with aggression, though he doesn't fathom this abrupt change, embracing it.[break][break]

"And what of you? Come to lay claim to this place under League 'authority'?" It was a tired old song and dance that they played along to, which left him weary and woefully impatient. "Don't think so."[break][break]

Through his sneer it's plain to see he objects to their arrival here. By the twitch of his fingers searching for a pokeball, it's obvious he means to oppose it somehow. Such a change in character might not go unnoticed to Kingsman, though Jamison might allow it to feed into their damning impression of him. As for the child...[break][break]

Well, Adrian hated children. The louder and whinier, the worse this minor nuissance bloated into outright resentment towards the little miss accompanying them.[break][break]

"I'm not about to watch the League turn another tragedy into a power grab," Adrian spits back with vitriol, unleashing a dreadful Arbok.[break][break]

"Raze them," he commands, Arbok raising its tail before slamming it against the earth, releasing the umbral aspected energies therein to the ground, where it suffused with the earth to erupt beneath these trespassers.[break][break]

SHADOW RAVE

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^{08 experience immense grudgefulness, fear, envy, or hatred.}[break]