thru indelible nights we fight [BATTLE, Balendin]

[STYLE=border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: 10px;][/style][STYLE=float:left; border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: -108px; margin-left: 35px;][/style][STYLE=float:right; border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: -108px; margin-right: 35px;][/style] [STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-size: 45px; color: #E7E1CD; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -8px;]let me save you[/style][STYLE=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -10px; color: #CEC6AA; letter-spacing: 2px; text-transform: uppercase;]to redeem myself[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; width: 340px; text-align: justify; background-color: #6E6E6E; padding: 17px; color: #000000; margin-top: 8px; opacity: 0.9;]Alyssa’s eyes scanned the bridge for closer inspection of the damage that had been dealt to the imposing structure. The white-haired young woman was no architect, but she could see that the damage on the surface was anything but easy to toss aside. Great damage on the surface from numerous pokemon attacks could be misleading, but in a time of war, when pokemon often attacked with unrestrained power, the damage was very real and cut deeper than the eye could see. So much damage...I did nothing to help prevent it, but it was a necessary first strike... she thought, her lip curled into a displeased, bittersweet smirk. She did not take pride in the damage she had caused, but she did for what Lux defeat she had handed out, and where she stood now for Nox despite the fact she was one of the few left.

This war will end with Nox victorious...I will make sure of that she thought with determination, clenching a fist. A small growl caused her to look down at the Weavile by her side. He was edgy just like his trainer. However, he could not stand still in an attempt to contain it. He jumped from foot to foot, his claws still glowing a faint purple color from the triplet of Swords Dances he’d used earlier. He was ready for action. You’ll probably get some...patience, though, Weavile... she told her pokemon silently before blinking in surprise as his growl deepened and grew louder, coupled with the motion of him raising his claws defensively.

”What is it, Weavile?” she murmured before looking up to the top of the arch of the bridge, to the higher ground than where she stood on one of the reflective downward slopes. A man had appeared, older than her from the looks of it, and facing her. Most likely Lux. Right, then.. she thought, curling her other hand’s fingers into a determined fist. ”Get ready...” she told the Sharp-Claw pokemon, though there was no real need based on his actions.

The man had appeared most likely with the aid of the Alakazam by his side. This will be interesting.. she thought, not all too amused by the prospect of fighting an Alakazam. Although Weavile was not affected by Psychic-type attacks, Alakazams were dangerous in the proper hands seeing as they had access to the potential to learn a plethora of moves to use in battle.

”Are you to be my next obstacle?” she asked mildly, ready for whatever he may do lest he answer with actiosn rather than words.
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As the pokémon came into view when the flash from the pokeball faded, Alyssa chewed the inside of her lip slightly. ”A Machamp…Superpower Pokemon…native to Kanto…” she repeated silently under her breath, the mental index of pokémon she’d compiled over the years being flipped through and practically replacing her pokedex. Machamp were dangerously strong pokémon, more capable of dealing hits than they were of defending themselves from them, though they still remained sturdy. Their main downfalls however were their endurance, which often suffered when attacked correctly, and their speed. The speed of the four-armed pokémon was its largest weakness, leaving much room to be desired.

Still a threat, though.. she thought, glancing down at Weavile. Her Sharp Claw pokémon was painfully weak against fighting-type moves, but it could outpace most of them as easily as she could take a step forward. Weavile were devilishly fast and vicious in battle, their speed and attacking power were the two best things they had to offer, making them tricky opponents. Would you be willing to tackle that Machamp, Weavile? she silently asked her pokémon, who kept his claws crossed and a soft growl emanating from his throat.

The white-haired trainer looked up immediately at the sound of her name, her Cerulean eyes narrowed in a mask of seriousness, her jaw set in an unflinching position despite the gun she found pointed at her.

”Alyssa Akiyama. You are wanted for crimes against society and humanity.” Her mental commentary took over again.

I'm sorry...what?

”Insurrection.”

Alright I sort of see that…

” Assault and battery.”

…excuse me? What Tauros shit is that? Generally she didn’t think with such profane language, having mentally chided Wallace years ago for actually using the words.

"Obstructing justice. Resisting arrest. The list goes on and on."

Only in the eyes of Lux…

”Turn yourself in and I will see to it that you get a fair trial.”

Alyssa raised her eyebrows slightly. That was a more generous offer than she had a feeling she’d normally receive. Inhaling deeply, though silently, she spoke relatively calmly.

”…I thank you for the generous offer, it’s more than I would expect. However, I’m afraid I need to decline. I’ve never been one to give up, and I don’t intend on starting now, especially when we are both fighting for what we each see as the greater good, although it forces us to meet on a battlefield like this.”

She paused, taking a moment to think before continuing. ”If you wish to battle me, I respectfully ask you to conceal your weapon in exchange for the promise that I have no intentions of fleeing, a traditional pokémon battle is all I seek here.”

Alright, so, it wasn’t as though she was on Nox’s front lines for the sake of trying to get a pokémon battle, but, she had managed to become victorious through her earlier battle with those means, there was no sense in not trying the same thing with this trainer, although she had a feeling he would not be as compliant as the young woman had been.

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[STYLE=border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: 10px;][/style][STYLE=float:left; border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: -108px; margin-left: 35px;][/style][STYLE=float:right; border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: -108px; margin-right: 35px;][/style] [STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-size: 45px; color: #E7E1CD; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -8px;]let me save you[/style][STYLE=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -10px; color: #CEC6AA; letter-spacing: 2px; text-transform: uppercase;]to redeem myself[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; width: 340px; text-align: justify; background-color: #6E6E6E; padding: 17px; color: #000000; margin-top: 8px; opacity: 0.9;]Alyssa kept her eyes locked on the man’s handgun that was unwaveringly pointed at she and her Weavile. Weavile’s growl by now was nearly constant. Any move the man made resulted in a more ferocious-sounding one from the Sharp Claw pokemon, but now the black pokemon’s sharp red gaze was locked on the Machamp. He was watching to see what the pokemon would do. If he proved to be more of a threat than just a contender, he would show no restraint in protecting his trainer. On this battlefield that had just been ravaged by the first strikes of war, he would show little restraint to begin with, but if his trainer was endangered there was a promise of none.

At the sound of the man’s whistle, both trainer and pokemon tensed, eyes narrowed and guard up. They couldn’t do anything where they stood now, unless by some miracle they were granted direct access to the top of the structure which the man and his Superpower pokemon stood. A grating sound split through the immediate area as the pokemon ripped the top half of the chimney off of its base, holding it above his head. ...Damn. Alyssa thought, clenching her fists and crouching, prepared to spring out of the way. She had a feeling the chimney would be hurled at them, but Weavile would be able to get away more easily seeing as he was much faster than his trainer.

Her cerulean gaze darted around the immediate area while the man spoke, and Alyssa was pleased to see that the windows on the house beneath the man and four-armed pokemon were shattered, blown open by the impact of an attack. ”Weavile.” she said quietly, out of the corner of her mouth while she shifted her stance. ”You’ll know when. Get into the house but don’t make it obvious. Dart up the chimney and come up behind the Machamp, use Aerial Ace. Move fast. You can do it. It’s like when you leapt up between trees in Snowpoint.”

Weavile gave a snarl to signify he understood. Seconds later a sound of gunfire split through the air, and Hoenn’s leader jumped to the side, while Weavile darted in the opposite direction before making a beeline for the house beside the one which man and Machamp stood, ducking behind it to seem as though he was cowering in fear. Alyssa pulled another pokeball off of her belt and rolled forward thrice to avoid the incoming chimney.

Sweet Arceus... she thought, covering her head momentarily as parts of the chimney broke off and threw bricks towards her, one grazing her arm, another her leg. ”Ow..” it wasn’t something that would spur a great complaint from her, but it had still hurt. There would definitely be an abrasion later. Picking herself up quickly, Alyssa backpedaled towards the chimney before ducking behind it, keeping her eyes trained on the man. Though it had just been used to assault her, she could now use it as cover for any possible bullets coming her way.

Stealing a glance at the black, red, and white pokeball in her hand, she dropped it to the ground, revealing her Flygon. ”Take off, Flygon!” she commanded him in an urgent tone. ”He has a gun, he can hit you from range. Weavile’s out there too. Be careful and do not get shot! You know what to do.”

Weavile...land a hit on that Machamp and try not to get hit yourself. Those Swords Dances from earlier should still be effective...for howeverm uch longer. Flygon...think tactically. Youre cunning, I know it. I believe in both of you.

Flygon nodded and took off into the air, rapidly circling to gain a good overlook of the whole battlefield, analyzing his opponent. Circling in no level pattern, and keeping his movement constant and making himself no easy target, he opened his mouth and loosed a Flamethrower at the bottom of the roof, not quite at the feet of the man and his pokemon, but just below it. Well, they got up there with a pokemon Alyssa thought. If the bricks burn faster than I think they will they’ll just have to get down the same way.

Weavile, on the other hand, had managed to jump through the window of the house and prepared to dart up the chimney. He would bounce off the sides of it to get his way to the top, like Alyssa had said. With any luck, the other trainer had only suspected him of cowardice nothing more. Zipping into the fireplace of the house after maneuvering around tables, Weavile started his ascent silently, his mouth curled in determination. He would not let Alyssa down. The top of the chimney had been ripped off, proving to give him easy access to the roof, as well as an extra escape route if needed.

During his ascent, his body had become outlined in white, ribbons of what seemed like visible air streaming from it, and the claws on his paws were glowing white, streaming themselves aside from his body as he prepared his technique. Leaping out of the chimney with silence, mostly behind the man and behind his Machamp, he raised both of his paws, his lips curled in a silent growl as attempted to strike with his Aerial Ace.
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[STYLE=border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: 10px;][/style][STYLE=float:left; border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: -108px; margin-left: 35px;][/style][STYLE=float:right; border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: -108px; margin-right: 35px;][/style] [STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-size: 45px; color: #E7E1CD; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -8px;]let me save you[/style][STYLE=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -10px; color: #CEC6AA; letter-spacing: 2px; text-transform: uppercase;]to redeem myself[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; width: 340px; text-align: justify; background-color: #6E6E6E; padding: 17px; color: #000000; margin-top: 8px; opacity: 0.9;]Alyssa remained crouched behind the chimney that had been torn from its base and watched her pokemon act before her. They had been well-trained, and that much she could say with pride. The time and effort she had put into raising them paid off immensely in battle. Unless they saw something that needed to be done before their trainer, they listened to her. However, if they felt something needed to be done, they moved instinctively using the techniques they’d trained long and hard to master. Swampert and Daybreak were probably the only two pokemon she had that she knew would take a battle into their own hands (or paws, in Daybreak’s case) without hesitation...the only two in her party that could battle alone and tactically. The others had a tendency to lose confidence in themselves if their choice of techniques didn’t have much effect.

As Weavile came down towards the Machamp, he saw it preparing a counter-attack. His movement had been detected and his attempt at an ambush had failed. Bringing his claws up over his head, where the Machamp’s large hands would strike him, he crossed his claws. The Machamps strike felt as though it hadnt been weakened at all, despite the block. However, Weavile grit his teeth, snarling in defiance rather than pain as he collided with the roof from the strike. He landed on his feet, and that strike had left him hurting badly. His claws had slammed against his shoulder and neck from the vicious downward slice of the Machamp's hands. The Sharp-Claw pokemon allowed himself to remain still from the wince for only for a moment. He needed to at least try to hit the Machamp. He would have failed Alyssa if he didn't give his best. He felt some energy within him, but would that be enough for a last attempt to strike. If he failed...he failed his trainer.

His sharp, curved claws still glowed, though the strong light that had lit them up had dulled significantly. He had to move as soon as possible, he let out a challenging growl, though his voice cracked with the pain. He was close to fainting now, and he needed to try to do what he could. Weavile used his remaining energy to spring upwards towards the Machamp. He was slower, now, and his claws had lost nearly all of their sharp power form the Swords Dances. His tiny body was within the guard, and he felt his body straining. His claws outstretched, Weavile aimed a second Aerial Ace from close-range at the Superpower pokemon. This was his last chance, the blackness fading into his gaze indicated that, in addition to feeling himself fading. He needed to try. For Alyssa.

Alyssa backed up as a Feraligatr seemed to lock his eyes on her. Am I – her thoughts cut off as it charged for her. Luckily, it wasn’t exactly the fastest creature on land, so she had a bit of time. But where the hell would she go? She glanced to the side, backing up to the side more behind the chimney, looking up into the air.

Flygon saw his trainer, her look of slight distress evident. Locking his eyes on the offending pokemon, Flygon roared. Although it wasn’t exactly the sort of roar you would expect from a dragon, it would do. Turning to look at the sun, Flygon knew time was short. Flying away from the battle, towards the blazing sun (which seemed brighter thanks to the sunset), he moved in a figure-eight pattern for a moment, soaking in the sunlight until his green antennae glowed white with the energy.

Soaring back as fast as he could, he knew he would make it in time. There was almost no creature that could best him in the air when it came to speed. He had used so much time already, the large, blue pokemon was too close to his trainer. A second angry roar erupted from Flygon’s mouth seconds before a large, powerful Solarbeam did, sending bricks flying when it made impact with the bridge just behind the Feraligatr. Swooping in, though making sure to maintain a safe distance from the other pokemon, the Solarbeam ripped through the ground and straight for the threat to his trainer. Moving quickly through the ground alongside Flygon’s speed, the Feraligatr would be hit in no time, unless something miraculous happened...like it managing to get out of the way of the wide beam of solar-powered energy.

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[STYLE=border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: 10px;][/style][STYLE=float:left; border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: -108px; margin-left: 35px;][/style][STYLE=float:right; border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: -108px; margin-right: 35px;][/style] [STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-size: 45px; color: #E7E1CD; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -8px;]let me save you[/style][STYLE=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -10px; color: #CEC6AA; letter-spacing: 2px; text-transform: uppercase;]to redeem myself[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; width: 340px; text-align: justify; background-color: #6E6E6E; padding: 17px; color: #000000; margin-top: 8px; opacity: 0.9;]Alyssa watched as Weavile leapt towards the Machamp. She hadn’t seen the hit he took, but given by the angle at which he was jumping, he’d been slapped to the ground as though he were no more than a fly being smacked out of the air space around the Machamp. Had it hit directly? Had he blocked it? Either way, she knew he didn’t have much of a chance. If he’d taken any sort of hit, probably the only thing keeping him going was his determination. He ws moving slower than normal, and his claws had lost their glow that he’d gained from the Swords Dances. Weavile... she’d told him many times to retreat if he was hurt too badly, but he never listened. Was that her fault as a trainer? Had she not trained him enough to listen to a simple line of instruction?

Alyssa’s cerulean eyes widened in horror as Machamp’s arms closed around Weavile. She had seen the faintest twitch in her pokemon’s limbs as his attack – though not full-power – collided with the Machamp’s broad chest. He had fainted practically as he delivered his attack, but now he was in the hands of the enemy. Suddenly, a massive cracking sound split the air, and both Weavile and the Machamp plummeted into the house with the burning roof, needless to say burning shingles had fallen into the hosue as well.

”Weavile!” Alyssa shouted, her body trembling. She darted forward a step but stopped as her common sense took over for once, halting her instinctual reaction. She turned her gaze downward towards Flygon. Gunshots had fired through the air as Flygon had released the Solarbeam attack. A bullet clipped off of Flygon’s flank and the other narrowly missed, but instead lodged itself in the middle of his thick, muscular, tail. Worry thrummed through Alyssa, but her pokemon’s attack didn’t fade until seconds later. It hadn’t hit the man or his target, and Alyssa looked down.

To her horror, she saw a tiny pokemon laying in the battle ground, motionless. She didn’t recognize the small creature, but she could tell from this distance it was dead. She clapped a hand to her mouth and felt sick.

No...

She looked up in despair at Flygon, whose eyes only briefly met hers with regret before a Water Pulse hit him in the side, causing him to let out a cry of frustration and roll to the side, shaking himself vigorously. He was a hardy pokemon, Alyssa had to give him that. Something that all of her pokemon shared was determination, though some, like Weavile and Flygon, were too determined for their own good. After recovering from the Water Pulse, he flew straight up, high into the air with his antenna glowing a red color to prepare his next move. The bullet in his tail did little to affect him than cause him a nuisance of pain, and his flank was sore from the shot that had glanced off of it. The Water-type attack hadnt harmed him too much, and he still had plenty of energy.

I need to get into that house...

Pulling a pokeball off her belt, she threw it into the air. Godric, her Aggron landed before her. The green-tinted pokemon bellowed a fearsome ‘roar’ before turning his back to the field to look at his trainer. ”Godric,” she said, looking into his red eyes and speaking urgently in hushed tones. ”...I need you to distract the trainer. I need to rescue Weavile. I can’t do this without you. Dragon Rush. It’s not requierd that you hit him, but I guess...Nox will be better off even if you do. All I need is a diversion.” She looked to the side, looking at pieces of rubble from the bridge and other houses that had sprung up because of the Battle. There were enough points where she could hopefully duck behind them as needed.

Rumbling understanding, Aggron’s horns began glowing blue as he looked over his shoulder at the trainer that threatened his. Turning, he roared again before crouching on all fours. He wasn’t necessarily the fastest pokemon around, but moving on all fours granted him somewhat more speed. It was also more defensive, the more unprotected portions of his body were flattened to the ground, with only steel armor plating to face the air. His whole body became enveloped in the light blue aura as he ‘ran’ towards the other trainer, his head raised so his horns and pointed ‘beak’ of steel were aimed to strike if possible.

Natural defense and offense...useful. Please be safe, Aggron. I love you, I hope to end this soon.

White spheres appeared around Flygon in the air, the area around them seeming to ripple with an invisible force before boulders appeared from the white orbs, practically out of nowhere. Flygon let out a determined cry as he flapped his wings once, sending the boulders sailing downwards towards the Feraligatr in an efficient Rock Slide. As soon as they started falling, he started moving in an erratic pattern that allowed him to not remain a still target in case he was fired upon again, and also survey the battle.

Hoping Aggron proved to be a sufficient distraction, Alyssa rushed outwards towards one of the defensive ‘walls’ raised by rubble. It was one of the further ‘walls’, but it got her closer to the house easier. She just needed to make it there, then dash for the area between the houses. If she got shot...she wouldn’t let it stop her. She would do anything for her pokemon. Weavile...I’m coming for you. I promise I’ll get you out of there.
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