[BATTLE] liadan vs giovanni + alyssa

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[STYLE=text-align: left; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; margin-top: -2px; width: 410px; color: #212121;]— LET'S SEE WHO IS THE STRONGEST.[/style] [STYLE=text-align: left; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-size: 20px; margin-top: -6px; margin-bottom: -3px; width: 410px; color: #212121; letter-spacing: -1px;]I AM KING OF THE WORLD.[/style] [STYLE=text-align: justify; padding: 5px; border-left: 7px solid #111111; border-top: 5px solid #111111; background-color: #f3f3f3; width: 400px; font-size: 10px; color: #212121; margin-left: 20px;]RISING FROM THE TUMBLING STEEL COLUMNS of a crumbling city, evading the tar-black smoke that twisted upward, the LUX copter rose into the air. The military aircraft hovered like a lonesome buzzard above the storm of blinding ash that would settle on Lilycove like Pompei, burying it alive. Seventy-nine peered down from her seat, cursing into her helmet’s microphone and into Giovanni's ear. Persian, his precious girl, had been hidden away from chaos and returned to her ball. The smoke rose so thick Giovanni swore he could step onto it and revel in a putrid version of heaven.

Below, Tyranitar chose his own fate. Tyranitar ate mountains for breakfast. He could crack onix boulders with his pac-man jaws. Nero surfed down on a T-beam he had torn out of the skeleton. The glass windows burst beneath him like a lake of ice, shards spraying up behind him like the trail of a jet skier. He weaved down, midway through, the beam lost control and caught itself, sending the green monster to fall the rest of the way and smash into the street. He fell hard, clutching the pokeballs like a mother.

The tall, grey giants collapsed in symphony around him. Glass panes popped and an infinity of screws snapped as layers fell inwards. The sirens of emergency military vehicles blared a mile away, and faded. Tyranitar braced himself: He curled up into a ball. A mountain of ash would built over him. The fat, burnt, grey flakes choked the air, and the green monster closed his eyes as he waited for the silence to settle over the screams.

Back in the air, Giovanni pointed and shouted in the directions he wanted to fly in. Seventy-nine was still stabilizing the craft against the ocean wind when the NOX copters burst from a cloud of blackened air. There were six hounds sent by Alyssa, black copters, flanked by monstrous flying types. Giovanni gaped in mid-order, speechless. "Arceus save us," Seventy-nine muttered, then, in that split second of awe when two armies stumble across each other in the dark of night, a wall removed between them, and both sides pointing their guns, Giovanni lunged for the small stick of power.

His thumb pressing down the button to release a spray of bullets. The two automatics strapped to the legs laden with pearl necklaces of ammunition came alive. Seventy-nine swerved around, maneuvering to avoid the bright white slash of a steel wing and the return fire. Bullets of the return fire made spidercracks on the windshield of the NOX copter, making it difficult to identify the shapes swarm. Giovanni once again found himself tossed in his seat. He resumed his yelling and pointing as pokemon and machine surrounded them. Finally, Seventy-nine shove the control stick forward and charged at one NOX craft; They were like gnats compared to this LUX demon of artillery, but the swarm was overwhelming. The LUX bullet hit the right place, and NOX copter exploded into flames as Seventy-nine steered over them, and dived back into the haze of the fallen downtown.

All of Alyssa’s troupe chased them. A swellow pulled up close and beat it's wings squawking territorially. More bullets were fired and it fled. A sleek flygon and fat tropius maneuvered in the air like a shark and a whale, attempting to catch the zig-zagging LUX machine. All six copters and five flying pokemon tumbled into the maze of what was left of the city. Their trails weaved braids as Seventy-nine evaded up and down, left and right, turning quickly -- the black gnats behind her firing with what they could -- Suddenly, the tropius emerged in front of them. Seventy-nine pulled the stick up, but the creature beat it's wings hard, summoning a whip of air in a vicious whirlwind. The copter was thrust back, the black gnats parting, and Old Man Giovanni shat in his pants as the direction of gravity nearly flipped him on his head.

That was when seventy-nine launched the missile. They were finally positioned behind the aircraft and facing the dogs at their heels. The rocket exploded from its can, twirling ahead until it smashed into the enemy in a flower of flames. Seventy-nine looked only for a moment at her boss, searching his face for a compliment, but all she could catch was the passionate beet his face had turned for some reason she had yet to smell.

She could only look for but a moment because a masquerain had smartly waltzed in front of them in the silence of the ballistic. Delicately, it landed on the windshield. Then, it opened its mouth, where a frosty white ball off energy grew to the Rockets' horror.

"Noo Noooooo- Nice Mothy," Seventy-nine cooed. "Nice Mothy~ Goood buggy go bother some other helicopter, yes? Go on~" she continued, sweetly muffled by the windshield. As her black-gloved hand rose to the cooling windshield, the ice beam released without mercy. As the incredible noise of the rotors disappeared above them, Giovanni and Seventy-Nine dropped their stare to gape at half of the entire panel of dials dropping to zero. Yes, a block of ice had frozen the rotors. As the copter silently slipped from the sky, the masquerain hopped off, it's buggy, dull eyes watching gravity work its magic.

Inside the cabin, Seventy-Nine whipped out her golbat. She shoved Giovanni onto the bat's fragile back, shoved open the hatch, and leapt out. Leathery wings still exhausted from the trip to Lilycove spread out, clawing the air under the extreme weight--the trio landed, cushioned by the Seventy-nine's face-planted flying type, into a mess of ash.

Giovanni groaned, holding his back, the mess in his pants the least of his pain. His fists clenched the leathery blue flesh of the squashed golbat used as a parachute. The bones of its broken ribcage protruded out in a bloody mess of road kill. Seventy-nine pulled herself up first, yanking Giovanni to his feet.

"Boss, they're still following us," she explained. Indeed, the four remaining helicopter had found them. In each cabin, a NOX pilot encircled the two grounded Rockets in their strafe targets. Seventy-nine threw her boss behind a wall of debris as the helicopters passed above. Bullets pounded like rain drips, clean dust puffing upward, until they hit the corpse of the golbat. Bullets nailed the leathery wings with holes into the ground, and the round, jolly belly liquefied into a mess of blood, flesh, and torn blue skin.

Meanwhile, two blocks away, tyranitar opened its mouth and began to feast. His breed are accustomed to eating dirt, metal, and minerals of the earth. Under twenty meters of rubbles, it's stomach rumbled for the dust of concrete. It had not been allowed by Giovanni to eat a mountain for some time. Yes, there was glass, and it disliked this, but the metal was as delicious as oreo filling if the cookie were just plain dirt. Voraciously, energetically, he clawed upward, eyes closed, chomping and snatching and clawing the layers of ash and metal, filling his stomach. He was starving, he realized, and the more he ate, the more he wanted to place in his belly.

He emerged as another earthquake hit. tyranitar sloshed in his fun-ball pit of rubble. He was so full, and this earthquake made him so dizzy. It shook the ground like thunder and tyranitar was tossed this way and that like in an ocean. A minute later, Nero dragged himself onto his feet. He puked up a grey mess of iron, his gut shaken far beyond his limit. Bleary-eyed, he caught scent of something better than this chalky pile of rubbish..

He sniffed the air, and he smelled it more - the pure, refined armor of a golurk. The aroma hung in the air like crisp clean water against the salty, rusty taste of low-quality alloys.

Nero waddled out of the collapsed building. He had forgotten about Giovanni already, the simple-minded dog he was. He stomach sung for something to help him recharge, and then, he found it. A small company of NOX soldiers were rifle-poking the empty shell of the golurk. Some of the men were propped up between two soldiers, their legs broken from its final assault.

Tyranitar roared for its meal. The soldiers perked their heads up like watchdogs upon seeing the massive tyrant, white as a ghost with ash. They had lost many men on this lone golurk, and they fell back to reorganize, allowing the tyranitar its meals.

Nero approached, his ashy stomach recoloring with metal-dissolving juices. He let the pokeballs roll to the ground as he fell to his knees. Somewhere, a tower-trapped Princess wondered what happened to a knight that had failed to slay the dragon. Nero feasted on the empty husk of armor as if they were the finest caviare, most delicious, magnificent, and worthy of his exquisite palette – he dug his face in, ripping through the limp metal like it were tin foil. Golurk -- he had never tasted this delicacy, so perfect in the chemistry purity of its taste. The dirt-eater licked his chops rising up, wishing he could have more, when a LUX copter crashed across the block. His head shot up as four more black combat helicopters strafed the ground. He couldn't make out Giovanni huddled behind the debris - he only saw the rotor-lifted air-crafts he had, by now, a very legitimate reason to be enraged with. Recharged by the fine the meal, Giovanni's tyranitar beat his chest and roared. Snatching up the pokeballs, he launched himself at the pile of rubble just pounded in bullets. He dropped the pokeballs into a pillow of ash so that they would not hinder him in combat, and his eyes narrowed at the black flyers beginning to turn around and continue their assault.

Giovanni and Seventy-nine were astounded to see the tyrantitar rush to their aid, stand in front of them. "So you're all right!" Giovanni shouted, clutching his back with a proud sport in his voice. Nero flinched, looking back, remembering who he owed liege to. He had nearly forgotten because he had been out of his pokeball so long. The flinch was long enough for the bullets to begin again, and this time, one got lucky. Nero screamed, clutching a bloody eye, and holding an armored claw up to protect from more. Giovanni, enraged, lunged from the cover. He for one the balls delivered to him. A cleffa appear, pirouetting onto the ground, smiling with innocence.

Giovanni had purchased a cleffa earlier this week. He was in Lilycove on vacation to see the contests, after all. He had picked a well-bred cleffa from a famous breeder. Giovanni picked up the tiny pink pokemon in the grip of a change-up. Cleffa cried in surprise and then giggled and laughed like a child playing airplane.

"All right, up you go, pipsqueak." The cleffa waved its hands excited. "FLASH!" he shouted, chucking the pink jelly bean into the air. It squealed as it ascended, clapping its small hands and releasing dazzling flashes until it splattered on the windshield of the passing copter.

Giovanni and Seventy-nine witnessed the blinded copter stagger in the air. It slowed, pulling up. The two that had followed the air strafe close behind it slammed into it, exploding. Only one of the swarm remained, having pulled up early enough. It turned tail and ran away.

Promptly, Giovanni returned the crying, whimpering tyrant to the black ultraball. Then, he picked up the rest of the balls in the stillness bought in this downtown, city square.

Seventy-nine watched, tilting her head to the side, wondering longingly where her Proton was in the vast city. Meanwhile, Giovanni smelled like shit and looked like he had rolled in a dead pokemon. He was fed up and picked up his four remaining balls like the pieces of his life.

But then, a glint caught his eye, and he punched Seventy-nine in the arm to get her attention. "LOOK." and she did and she saw and her breath caught on a flicker of golden light reflected from the broken safe-boxes of the destroyed Hoenn Regional Item Storage Facility. Nuggets were strewn everywhere.

SUMMARY. golurk eaten by tyranitar, giovanni shits himself, rocket copter crashes, gio's cleffa sparkles with a flash, and then cleffa dies.[/style]

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[STYLE=text-align: left; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; margin-top: -2px; width: 410px; color: #212121;]— LET'S SEE WHO IS THE STRONGEST.[/style] [STYLE=text-align: left; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-size: 20px; margin-top: -6px; margin-bottom: -3px; width: 410px; color: #212121; letter-spacing: -1px;]I AM KING OF THE WORLD.[/style] [STYLE=text-align: justify; padding: 5px; border-left: 7px solid #111111; border-top: 5px solid #111111; background-color: #f3f3f3; width: 400px; font-size: 10px; color: #212121; margin-left: 20px;]AS THE GROUND COLLAPSED BENEATH THEM, the truck rolled tipped, and the cat scrambled to hide her tail. The howl of the absol had Persian twisted and writhed - a cat falling through empty space. She did not enjoy the splash of cold water on her spotless fur. This muck, this sludge she now bathed in. Giovanni's cat yowled, secrets rippling through her back as it arched. The phantom, blood still caking his flanks, fell away from her

The howl of the absol vibrated through Persians bones, and although she could not hear the song through her muffled ears, the feeling of the sound tickling her body made her fur lift and tail fatten. Suddenly, in a flash of red, the absol returned to Alyssa's ball - the cat looked up, her almond eyes meeting the absol's tired crescent moons as its soul returned to the little orb.

As her eyes fell on the trainer beside her, she sighed, and then, tried to pick up the pokeball in her lioness mouth. But the ground collapsed beneath them, the truck rolled and tipped. The cat scrambled to hide her tail, but then, the soil disintegrated beneath her. The very pavement gave way as if she stood on a bridge of dust. Persian twisted and writhed - a cat falling through empty space, trying to claw up the slope of dirt and wreckage, but these things all fell with her. She did not enjoy the splash of cold, thick water on her spotless fur. This muck, this sludge she now bathed in up to her neck smelled of the fermented waste of grimer. Her eyes reflect the distant light from above, and she could see very well in this deep shade, but she was too disgusted, too ruined.

Persian screeched. Her yowl echoed along the plumbing until a massive muk loomed out of the waste and fell on top of her.

Meanwhile, the camera takes a close up of Giovanni's determined, narrowed eyes and avoids the wet stink still hovering around the back of his pants. His pants are rumpled in the back from the wet mess similar to Persian's bath. Wait, what? No, no, no, no, back to his face. Back to his John Travolta hair and James Bond turtle neck. He stood in front of the smashed and looted cafe, his hand on a chair, while his team waged his war. The old Patton he had never become squirmed like an ill-formed fetus, his tyrants gathered and finally sent for an objective worth their might, had a hesitant tongue behind them. Thrust out of the shadows of his army of grunts, Giovanni did not know what to do next.

He was not a warrior. He had missed that investment, preferring to sip a coconut. Nidoking's arms grappled with the mighty bulldozer of the donphan. His witch had mounted the back of another, more agile and flexible than her mate, and she shot a stream of purple, poisonous pricks from her mouth. He was out in the open, at last, Team Rocket from it's decrepit cave. A light shined down onto the battle field, through the white dust, and revealed what the world had become. His pokemon fought on their own, and stupidly, as a missile pound into Nidoking and threw him on his back. Nidoqueen, finally, broke the machine shoving rubble into it's cannon, then, shoving it into a ditch.

It's treads whirring in the air, kicking up dust and sparks. Giovanni approached the fight, another command on the tip of his tongue meant more for a gym than this wasteland of dangling streetlights, when he heard Persian's yowl. He froze, shaken. Then, he glanced behind him and into the darkness of an alleyway made by two building leaning on each other and dripping sparks of electricity.

"Bonnie!" He called sharply, his voice cracking. The harpy leaped after her trainer, the donphan woozy and weakened as much as his beaten Nidoking. Yes, Nidoqueen was the superior of the two. The empress came to Giovanni, clean cuts of tusks slashing her cheek and the back of her leg. She clicked her beak and her teeth, making the dry snapping sound of a shark.

"Deliver her, whatever it takes. No one can touch her." Giovanni snapped. The giantess leaped off on all fours, her sides crashing and banging on the narrow corridor as she crashed through Persian's trail.

Finally, she came to another fissure of weakened ground where a truck tipped like Titanic into a great crevice. The matriarch approached the split and peered down. In the distance down the way she had come, Nidoking returned to his pokeball and Giovanni followed dragging his torn sack of stones.[/style]

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