Masculine
Thirty One
November 13
Cinnabar Island
heterosexual
Kantonian Ambassador
Ex-Head Ranger
you gotta use what you've learned in order to receive what you've earned
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Sénon Game
The Lost Chord (M)
POSTED ON Nov 8, 2021 4:34:37 GMT
The diving noctowl took up so much of his focus he'd missed the archer and the first loosed bolt, until his penetrated the roof just as he'd stepped out of place.Someone upstairs was looking out of him as he acknowledged his luck. The shot hit where he was standing, not where he was currently running.Nothing hurt pokémon like a situation they didn't understand. Most pokémon couldn't understand something they hadn't experienced before.It took the timing and abandon of a gambler but running down the raptor he dived from the roof in the last instant just to cut off the bird grabbing it by its talons and using his falling momentum to literally throw the flying-type of course.It was usually the zubat-shit crazy to grab a bird by its talons, only because it could grab you back.As his third pokéball opened back on the roof Crimsen cackled at his double-luck; he always had protection from wayward raptor claws. It was the only way to keep his hands safe from her.Sprinkling the twilight with pops of crackling ember with the proud expanse of her wings, Crosshairs went ablaze the moment her FLAME BODY touched oxygen.With her trainer at the mercy of a lesser raptor's wings, Crosshairs picked the owl as her first target.
Crosshairs used FLAME CHARGE!
Meanwhile Kadabra had to do his best as well. Appearing off to the side of bryan delarosa his eyes glowed blue as his words telepathically reached out to the human's.. "W h o . a r e . y o u ?" Raised to never read the minds of humans uninstructed, he could still distract the man and feign after his identity.
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