[BATTLE] PYXIS VS VARNOCK

[lou]

ROUND 1
PYXIS VS. VARNOCK
BATTLE COMMENCE

[varnock]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true] [atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,475,true] [style=width:363px;padding-right:25px; padding-left:25px;font-size:12px;text-align:justify;color: #5C3317;line-height:11px;]Varnock stopped just inside one of the entrances to the caves within Seafoam and quickly looked around for the most strategic positions. His eyes were immediately towards a stretch of rock above the entrance itself, where a pokemon could hang unseen, then to an alcove in a nearby wall that would serve well for one of his plans. He moved swiftly towards the alcove and began to let his eyes adjust to the darker light within the cave as he let loose his pokemon. "Ike, you first. Get up above that entrance and hang onto the rock face to surprise our enemies. I want a Stealth Rock covering that entrance to increase our chances of success if anyone comes in. Lucius, I want you, Iria, and Chuck in that alcove ready to run some backup in case things go badly. The other two are sticking with me on the belt. Keep an illusion up over the wall too. I don't want them seeing you three and if it comes down to it I want to be able to retreat back to you for a quick movement elsewhere. Iria I want you on telepathic warnings. If someone shows up I need to know about it in case I miss them. Otherwise you all know how to fight without me telling you constantly what to do, but we have to be careful in a cave like this unless we want to bring it down on our heads. I want a chance to talk to our opponent as well if we can manage it so don't start prematurely Ike." His pokemon were off like a shot towards their designated areas. Ike quickly shot the aforementioned Stealth Rock out around the entrance of the cave before latching his barbed vines onto the roof and hanging above the battlefield to be. Lucius took Iria and Chuck into the alcove and crouched down inside it as he let his illusions take hold over the area to mask their presence just as he masked his own shape by taking on that of another on the team. Chuck sat in a meditative position as he Bulked Up in preparation and Iria floated between them both as she acted as a communicator for the team. Varnock nodded at each of them and affixed the cloak and mask he had stashed away for battles before moving around a bend in the rocks to peak around towards the light cast from the entrance. Any shadows cast on that would alert him to someone approaching if his pokemon didn't tell him first and the position he was in should hide him from sight just long enough to keep the constant element of surprise. As long as he kept them off balance with sudden appearances there wouldn't be any trouble whatsoever He took a deep breath of the stale air to calm himself a bit and waited for anyone to approach. Even if he didn't want to be here for the reason Nox wanted, he was still here. He had to see what the fighting was like for himself before he made up his mind. There was so much leaning against what he had though he knew before, but maybe there was something to be seen in combat. The true nature of some of the Lux soldiers versus Nox soldiers. Maybe Nox wasn't the only one causing all the destruction. He just had to survive long enough to find out without getting himself captured or killed.

[errantartisan]

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[atrb=style,background-color: #e9e9f4;] [style=border: 2px #d7d3e0 solid; margin-top: 16px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 10px;][style=border: 2.5px #d7d3e0 dotted; padding: 4px; margin: 5px; height: 100px; width: 100px;] [/style][/style] [style=border-left: 4.5px #d7d3e0 solid; margin-left: 5px; padding-left: 10px; padding-top: 5px;]The ocean roiled beneath the deck of the ship, waves breaking against the hull, sending spray up over the sides. The crew was calm, though Amelie held onto the rail in a white-knuckled grip. She didn't have sea legs, and she had no intention of developing them- she was meant for the air, and she would have it soon enough. The Lux ships had been deployed, and in favour of saving her bird's strength she opted to ride with them until the Seafoam Islands came into view- though she almost regretted the decision now that she had all but emptied her stomach over the side. Despite the calm on the ship, Lux was anything but inactive, her headset was filled with the back and forth of admirals, captains and soldiers sending and receiving orders, Amelie keeping track as best she could. From what she could tell the fighting had already started ahead of them, another ship or two at the van was caught in battle with Nox. Her gut clenched with anticipation, or so she liked to think, as she hung herself over the side of the boat just in case. And then came the signal, out of the corner of her eye, a wave from the captain, and Amelie, a bundle of raw nerves, reached for her pouch. This was it- she had been in fighting before, but this. This was for keeps. One hand flicked her headset to the right channel- she was to scout ahead to the caves on her wings and report back through the headset. The other hand released two pokeballs. Two flashes of red and there stood on the left a proud Swellow, and on the right a diminutive Wingull. Amelie didn't need to say anything to Milliard, she knew battle, they had grown up together and Amelie was more than confident in their synergy. But Bailey was in training, was young and bright, perhaps not suited to war just yet. Still, they had to start somewhere. “Stay close, and pay attention. Do. Not. Fight unless I tell you to.” Her voice brooked no argument, and with that she leaped upon the Swellow, legs tight to the pokemon's sides, fingers clutching at feathers, and took the to air in a single, leap and a massive down stroke of navy tipped wings. The islands were in sight and Amelie winged her way towards them, headset filled with silence- the channel was hers. Bailey coasted perhaps ten feet above her and Milliard, head watching the horizon with keen eyes. A few more wing beats and Amelie could see the fighting, another and she was in the thick of it. Attacks flew in all directions, and she couldn't afford to keep an eye on the little Wingull, she was far to busy trying to keep herself out of the fire. Wings flapping frantically, tail twisting and flicking, steering the Swellow agily through the fray, Amelie had to get out of dodge- this wasn't her job. She had to get to the caves. She pressed her body closer to the Swellow, a silent signal to go faster, the slightest tilt or shift of her weight steering Milliard through. Diving to the left, the thick of the battle was finally behind them, Amelie flitting around to flank the caves- perhaps one of the side entrances would be clear. Just as she thought she was home free a great blast of what she could only guess was Hyper Beam flew over her shoulder, startling herself and Milliard into a dive- straight for the cave entrance. Both could only think to get out of open air- and as fast as possible. Heart racing, palms sweating, Amelie cast eyes around quickly and saw that Bailey, thankfully, was right on their tail. “Good bird.” She murmured breathlessly as the black enveloped them, so dark compared to the daylight outside, Amelie was going in blind. Stupid, stupid idea! And she rued it more than ever when she felt a sharp impact strike Milliard. A trap!? The Swellow screeching, wings flailing, a sudden halt in momentum sending both bird and rider tumbling through the dark, wings over heels. Amelie cried out in dismay, feeling the hard rocky ground catch and scrape her knee before she finally hit it and tumbled a few feet to rest against a large stalagmite. Milliard lay at her feet, a jumble of feathers and tangled limbs, crimson staining white breast feathers in several places. Shit! “Bailey!” Amelie snapped, and the Wingull zipped through into the dark, not a scratch on the little bird, and landed on it's trainer's shoulder, clearly spooked. Amelie felt it too, her body hurt, and her knee bled, but she thought she was okay. Just a little shaken up. “Give us some cover.” Amelie popped onto her feet, she didn't know who or what was lurking in the dark and she needed to move fast. A thin Mist began to surrounded their tiny party and when it had thickened just enough Amelie hurried to Milliard's side. The Swellow had already risen, righting itself and backing further into the mist cloud the little Wingull was generating. Quick fingers determined the wounds were not fatal, and Milliard stood still and stoic for all the prodding and poking at the newly inflicted cuts. The mist itself was perhaps fifteen feet across, catching on the stalagmites and stalactites, thickening in the center to the point where Amelie and her party would be nothing but dark smudges in the mist. Amelie steeled herself, eyes darting around, waiting. Milliard crooned into the dark, and the sound muffled in the mist. [style=margin-top: -15px;][style=float: left; letter-spacing: 3px; font-weight: bold; text-transform: lowercase; padding-right: 5px;]Moves Used: (Bailey)Mist[/style][/style][/style]

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[varnock]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true] [atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,475,true] [style=width:363px;padding-right:25px; padding-left:25px;font-size:12px;text-align:justify;color: #5C3317;line-height:11px;]The flashing shadow moved far too fast to be someone simply walking and the female voice calling out in surprise and pain made him flinch a bit. He didn't want to fight a woman. He took another breath and steeled himself for the coming battle. He cursed silently to himself as the mist obscured his opponents. Iria hadn't gotten a good enough look at them yet to give him any more information than a girl and some flying type or another. The mist would work though. He could use it to his advantage just like everything else if he only thought just long enough. He grinned as his mind sparked with an idea that should help them win the fight without taking too much time. He carefully moved into the open knowing the obscuring effects of mist would work both ways and let loose one of his remaining two. "Go Jerry, Thunder on that Mist cloud. Iria will point you in the right direction." Varnock watched silently as the bolt of Thunder lanced towards the cloud of mist as Iria mentally aligned Jerry just in case. The water itself wasn't conductive, but most of what made up Mist and Fog was. That whole cloud should become a death trap in a matter of moments. He followed up by mentally pinging Iria as he called for a powerful Psychic blast from where she was hidden to assist in clearing out the mist further. His hand rested on his final pokeball as Lucius was pinged for a Nasty Plot and Ike was sent orders for an Iron Defense just in case. He hoped he could end this with as few of his pokemon as possible being used all the same.

Shorter one this time. Don't really have much to say now that the fighting has started. To clear things up just in case Iria is sending out Varn's commands via telepathy.
Moves: Ike(Ferrothorn) used Iron Defense, Lucius(Zoroark) used Nasty Plot, Jerry(Ampharos) used Thunder, Iria(Gardevoir) used Psychic

[errantartisan]

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[atrb=style,background-color: #e9e9f4;] [style=border: 2px #d7d3e0 solid; margin-top: 16px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 10px;][style=border: 2.5px #d7d3e0 dotted; padding: 4px; margin: 5px; height: 100px; width: 100px;] [/style][/style] [style=border-left: 4.5px #d7d3e0 solid; margin-left: 5px; padding-left: 10px; padding-top: 5px;]For a brief moment it was silent, the cold mist damp and clammy on Amelie's skin, gathering as dew drops on Milliard's feathers, though Bailey seemed immune. Her breath was loud to her ears, and her heart beating against her chest. A pokeball beaming sound, and then the murmur of a voice, nor far off, broke the silence. The voice was muffled, but she thought she could make out a few jumbled words- Jerry, and Mist... Point. Nothing that made any sense. At least, it didn't make sense until she heard the tell tale crackle that caused her hair stand on end for more than just the electricity in the air. Her stomach dropped. “No. MOVE!” Amelie roared, regretting standing still, regretting flying blind into this cave. She bodily grabbed the little Wingull and threw her as hard as she could- because if what was coming was what Amelie thought was coming- that little bird wasn't going to make it. The Wingull cleared the mist, tumbling through the air, a betrayed scree ripping from its throat. Why would her trainer do that!? Why would she throw her away? The pokemon did not understand, not even when the cloud of mist lit up bright white, Thunder exploding through it. There were no words for the burning, excruciating pain that tore through Amelie as the Thunder struck, nor the way her heart clenched at Milliard's pained cries. She fell to one knee, willing herself to move, to get out of the way. But her body wasn't responding, tears welling in her eyes and her finger tips felt on fire. She managed to drag herself around the stalactite, limbs shaking with pain. Fuck. She couldn't worry about Milliard right now, the Swellow would be fine- hurting- but fine. She was tough. Amelie had to get out of there- stat. She had to- a shudder of pain went through her body, she groaned, doubling over. With a great, shaking breath she drew out a pokeball. If this... this enemy wanted to play with Thunder, she could cope. “Ordon.” Amelie choked out, tossing out the ball. The Tropius took up a large part of the cave, effectively blocking a direct line of sight from Amelie's attackers. She shoved herself up, supporting her weight on the stalactite and eyed the field, now that the mist has all but burned away. A shadowed figure in a mask- her opponent- and there- an Ampharos. Well fuck. There was her problem. She grit her teeth, eyes landing on Milliard, who was crouching low to the ground, shaking and wheezing. Dammit! “Ordon!” Amelie snapped. Game on, she could do this. “Magical Leaf!” She shouted, voice betraying the pain she was in. The Tropius flapped it's great wings, sending a flurry of leaves flying towards the figure and his Ampharos... Jerry? Amelie grit her teeth, lashing out a pokeball out to withdraw Milliard, the bird would be of no use now, she was too weak. With a shaking hand Amelie drew out one more pokeball- and released a Pidgeot, who exploded from the ball, full of energy. “Phalanx, slow them down- Feather Dance!” On quick wings the bird pokemon skimmed across the short distance, feathers fluffing up, and scattering in his wake. The down was thick, and stuck willingly to everything not made of stone. Amelie grinned, amused, at least the Pidgeot's shedding problem was good for something. The bird shot back towards Amelie, wings beating fast. She only hopped the Magical Leaf would keep the guy and his Ampharos too busy to zap Phalanx before he could grab cover. [style=margin-top: -15px;][style=float: left; letter-spacing: 3px; font-weight: bold; text-transform: lowercase; padding-right: 5px;]Moves Used: (Ordon)Magical Leaf (Phalanx)Feather Dance[/style][/style][/style]

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[varnock]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true] [atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,475,true] [style=width:363px;padding-right:25px; padding-left:25px;font-size:12px;text-align:justify;color: #5C3317;line-height:11px;]With the mist burned off it was clearer what was around him. Two new arrivals graced the field now. Pidgeot and Tropius... And that Wingull was still around somewhere. He stood as the leaves shot towards him and Jerry. "Quickly Jerry. Cotton Guard. Minimize the damage we take as much as possible." The downy fluff of the Cotton Guard flew quickly around Jerry stopped a chunk of the leaves. A few connected as expected but the majority was absorbed nicely. "Now hit the Pidgeot with another Thunder if you can." Another deadly lance of Thunder arced out towards the Pidgeot in retaliation to its appearance. Varnock still stood as he had been as he mentally pinged his pokemon once more. Ike suddenly removed one of the barbs holding onto the ceiling and lashed down towards the disoriented Wingull in a Power Whip. It was weakened by the fluffy down that had been cast about, but this should still do well enough. Chuck stood from his meditative position and leaped from the disguised alcove towards the Tropius as it was distracted with its attack towards Jerry. The feathers of the Feather Dance clung to him as he dashed forward to visiously attempt a vicious Ice Punch. All the while Iria and Lucius stood ready to run assistance while the final ball remained unused. Varnock stared at his opponent carefully. "If you give up and leave I will not pursue you. I don't want to cause anyone any more pain than this war already has."

Jerry used Thunder on Phalanx, Chuck(Sawk) used Ice Punch on Ordon, Ike used Power Whip on Bailey

[errantartisan]

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[atrb=style,background-color: #e9e9f4;] [style=border: 2px #d7d3e0 solid; margin-top: 16px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 10px;][style=border: 2.5px #d7d3e0 dotted; padding: 4px; margin: 5px; height: 100px; width: 100px;] [/style][/style] [style=border-left: 4.5px #d7d3e0 solid; margin-left: 5px; padding-left: 10px; padding-top: 5px;]Suddenly, what little stillness there had been was shattered and the cave became a battlefield. Amelie felt a moment of desperation, seeing how varied her enemy's pokemon were, and how quickly they worked together. However, she wasn't about to throw in the towel, not a bit. She would clear out the cave and radio in back up. Back up! The thought occurred to her like the switching on of a light, why hadn't she called earlier!? Hands reached up to switch the headset on, only to find the stiff plastic broken down the middle, only ear-splitting static spluttering from it. “Shit!” Her voice broke on the word- she was stranded. Fucked over, screwed. Frustration and anger flared in Amelie and her eyes narrowed. It was all on her then to save her own sorry ass. Another Thunder lit the cave, crackling towards Phalanx. But Amelie wasn't worried this time, there was no Mist to conduct the fork of electricity, and Thunder wasn't exactly the most accurate of moves, no, Phalanx was faster, wing tips tilting just so and skirting the dangerous attack. But it was close- too close for comfort, and Phalanx shot back deeper into the cave, perching on a rock outcrop. The Thunder, instead, struck the ground, a great rolling boom filled the cave and shook the stone, some rubble falling from the ceiling. Sadly, Amelie wasn't watching for the Wingull, who she had hoped would run and hide. Bailey shot into the air and let loose a Supersonic at the Ferrothorn, only to be struck down by the brutal Power Whip. Amelie's head shot towards the horrible sound the small pokemon made as if struck the ground hard. A distinct red line crossed the Wingull's back, crimson spreading from the cut. “Bailey run!” Amelie shouted, the poor pokemon was too far for her to recall it- She needed to get out of there. “Go!” Her voice caught, high pitched and desperate from both pain and regret. Bailey struggled, flailing it's white wings around, trying to get up, but the effort only left the Wingull exhausted and she stilled, small body rising and falling with each breath. “GO!” But shouting wasn't helping, shouting did nothing- Bailey couldn't move. Amelie looked back at her opponent just as a waiting Sawk threw an Ice Punch. And it struck, a glancing blow as Ordon shifted backwards, but a blow none the less. Double weak to the icy attack, the Tropius roared a low, mournful note of pain, stumbling back. “Hold steady, Ordon, another Magical Leaf!” He groaned, shaking his head and again sending out the barrage of leaves. At last her opponent spoke, but the words only drew a hysterical laugh from her hurting body. “Hahaha! Fuck you! You electrocute me, you hurt my pokemon. No!” Her voice cracked, throat hurting. Was the guy serious!? Brutally attacking her and then offering her mercy? It wasn't happening. It may be a foolish decision, but fuck him. She glanced back at Phalanx. “Mess him up.” That's all the Pidgeot needed, a war cry ripping from it's throat, it flashed forward, wing beats loud. A dire wind picked up in the cave and Amelie may have grinned, just a little. “Hurricane!” Phalanx drummed up a Hurricane attack, winds lashing the cave occupants, zeroing in on the Sawk. [style=margin-top: -15px;][style=float: left; letter-spacing: 3px; font-weight: bold; text-transform: lowercase; padding-right: 5px;]Moves Used: (Bailey)Supersonic (Ordon)MagicalLeaf (Phalanx)Hurricane[/style][/style][/style]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true] [atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,475,true] [style=width:363px;padding-right:25px; padding-left:25px;font-size:12px;text-align:justify;color: #5C3317;line-height:11px;]Varnock glanced down at the wounded Wingull and signaled the dazed Ike to wait just as Jerry took another blow from the sharp leaves shooting through the air. There wasn't any Mist anymore, but with that Pidgeot staying more or less still as it attacked there was a good chance of the blast hitting this time. "Jerry one more Thunder. That Pidgeot will be busy with that Hurricane this time. Jerry quickly complied with the order as the crackling bolt of Thunder shot outwards once more. He was worried about all the dust and feathers being cast about by the cascading winds of the hurricane and glanced over at Chuck to see how he had fared from the strike. Chuck had picked himself up from where the attack had pinned him against the wall after it blindsided him from his position attacking the Tropius and had readied himself for the rest of the battle. Varnock frowned all the same as he followed through with his next move. "It's time Lucius. Hit Tropius with a Flamethrower. Iria Heal Pulse Chuck." Lucius burst forth from the Alcove under the guise of a Feraligatr and began to belch the deadly Flamethrower towards the enemy pokemon just as Iria revealed herself as well and helped Chuck get back onto his feet with her Heal Pulse. The now healed Chuck followed up on the flames from Lucius by jumping above and coming down in another painful Ice Punch as ordered through Iria. Varnock turned his attention to the still dazed Ike and ordered an Iron Head towards Pidgeot, but as he attempted it Ike lost control and crashed into the wall while confusion took hold. "You refuse to give up then? I will continue this fight until you have decided otherwise. I truly do not wish to turn this into a deadly fight. Take a moment to call back that Wingull as well. I don't want to see anything die today."

Lucius(Disguised as Feraligatr) used Flamethrower on Ordon, Iria used Heal Pulse on Chuck, Chuck used Ice Punch on Ordon, Ike hurt himself in his confusion, Jerry used Thunder on Phalanx

[errantartisan]

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[atrb=style,background-color: #e9e9f4;] [style=border: 2px #d7d3e0 solid; margin-top: 16px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 10px;][style=border: 2.5px #d7d3e0 dotted; padding: 4px; margin: 5px; height: 100px; width: 100px;] [/style][/style] [style=border-left: 4.5px #d7d3e0 solid; margin-left: 5px; padding-left: 10px; padding-top: 5px;]Things weren't looking good, Bailey was prone on the ground, bleeding and clearly not about to get up, Tropius had been hit hard. Amelie wasn't a quitter, she wasn't one to run away either. She had learned the hard way that running away was futile. So when the going got tough the only thing to do was to dig in one's heels and weather the storm. Except this storm came in the form of booming Thunder and charging Feraligatrs that could spewed flames. Panic swept through Amelie briefly, breath hitching, and her legs gave a little from fatigue and pain. “Phalanx get out of there!” It hadn't even been worth it, for all power that the Pidgeot had put behind the Hurricane, for all the fierceness of the winds that had whipped the Sawk's body across the cave, it wasn't even worth it. Frustration and desperation were closing in on Amelie as the Thunder cracked across the space between Jerry and Phalanx, lancing through the bird pokemon. A piercing cry pitched from the bird pokemon's beak, wings snapping back and forth as if it could fend off the attack. And on top of that a fucking Gardevoir had sprung out of nowhere to heal the Sawk. And even wrose there was a fire spewing Feraligatr. Tropius had taken the brunt of the attack, wing-leaves beating away the flames as best they could, though the green began to darken and crisp from the heat. “Ordon, use Dragon Dance!” Amelie commanded and grinned bitterly, more a grimace than an expression of pleasure. The large, necky beast began to dance backwards from the assault in surprisingly graceful steps, tail and neck twisting and swaying to some unknowable tune. The Dragon Dance increased momentum and Ordon managed to fleetly sidestep the oncoming Ice Punch, but only just. Frost tickled charred leaves. Except now the Tropius had managed to back himself into a corner, there would be no more escaping and attack now. The well of despair grew. Amelie turned towards Phalanx, who had winged to her side, slow movement indicating the pain the poor bird pokemon was suffering from. Her eyes scanned the pitiful field, Wingull curling in on itself, Milliard withdrawn, Phalanx couldn't take another hit from Thunder. She was out-numbered, even if Ordon could rally, even if she tossed out her gambit. There was too much against them. And it was said that the right jolt of Thunder could clip a bird pokemon's wings. Flightless. The thought almost made her start to panic, hyperventilate. She could never allow that. An aftershock of pain wracking through her body. When, again, this masked man offered her a moment of mercy, her eyes flashed up to his, full of distrust, anger and defeat. But she took the opening, gathered her strength and booked it towards the prone Wingull. “Bailey-” She gasped, limbs shaking and sinking down to the ground bonelessly next to the pokemon. “I'm sorry. S-Sorry. You did well.” The words felt so empty as she withdrew the small bird to it's pokeball. Phalanx had followed her protectively, distrusting eyes watching the other players on the field. Amelie found that her strength had gone from her- she couldn't get her legs underneath her, and so used the weakened Pidgeot to lever herself up. “Why? Why would you even let us go, if you're here, fighting?” She snapped, clinging pathetically to Phalanx. Somewhere in the dark she could hear the heavy breathing of the Tropius. She would keep fighting if she had to- but the cause seemed lost here, in this dark, damp cavern. [style=margin-top: -15px;][style=float: left; letter-spacing: 3px; font-weight: bold; text-transform: lowercase; padding-right: 5px;]Moves Used: (Ordon)Dragon Dance[/style][/style][/style]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true] [atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,475,true] [style=width:363px;padding-right:25px; padding-left:25px;font-size:12px;text-align:justify;color: #5C3317;line-height:11px;]Varnock stood silently as the enemy was backing away. He watched as his pokemon advanced, ready to give the final blow if ordered, but he stopped them with an order they all expected. "Everyone stop. Come back to me for now." His team retreated to him, but kept wary eyes watching the opponent. Varnock sighed and recalled Ike from the ceiling, placed the ball on his belt, and held his empty hands up. "I'm not here fighting. My orders were to hold this place against Lux and that is what I am doing. I do not wish to kill anyone or thing. Would you like to take this chance to leave before this battle becomes something that cannot be stopped without death? I hope you will say yes and spare my mind that." He took a moment to survey the damage to the cave itself. He had chosen carefully considering the place and the need to leave it intact, but Thunder is a dangerous thing that left several craters in the area. Varnock was rather proud of how little damage the surrounding area had actually taken, yet still wished he could have avoided a fight entirely. All the same he had caused what could end up being major damage to some of this girls pokemon. He needed to get her out of here so she could tend to them. "Do you require assistance in escaping this area? With pokemon as wounded as that I worry you may not make it out entirely whole." It was hard to tell how sincere a masked face was, but his voice spoke in a quieter manner that tried to convey it in a nearly desperate way.

[errantartisan]

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[atrb=style,background-color: #e9e9f4;] [style=border: 2px #d7d3e0 solid; margin-top: 16px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 10px;][style=border: 2.5px #d7d3e0 dotted; padding: 4px; margin: 5px; height: 100px; width: 100px;] [/style][/style] [style=border-left: 4.5px #d7d3e0 solid; margin-left: 5px; padding-left: 10px; padding-top: 5px;]Amelie was incredibly tense, she could feel the muscles in her jaw growing sore from clenching so hard. Even as the opponent's pokemon pulled back, she did not relax. So he was making good on his word- so far- but that didn't mean she didn't trust him. Amelie was not blind, she knew that the majority of Nox was not comprised of evil people, merely those fighting for a cause. The wrong cause, but still people both good and bad. She could not tell what sort of person this was, though he offered mercy where clearly she was at a disadvantage. Straightening a little, when no sneak attack came, Amelie this time listened to the masked man, eyes bright, trying to decide. After all, her mission was not to fight either, but to scout out. She had merely stumbled into this trap and retaliated. Someone else could come and clear out the Nox defenders. It was not her job. Amelie took a steadying breath. She had to remember herself, her mission. She was sure with a Wish from Althea they could be on their way, continue the mission even. And report back- with an accurate head count of this cave's occupants. Be smart, Amelie, take the easy way out. “I'm leaving. Though don't expect any thanks.” Her tone was bitter, images of the broken Bailey flashing through her mind. She took out a pokeball and withdrew Ordon, though reluctantly, and tossed out her team's healer- a Skitty no more impressive than the Wingull in stature, and a lot less war-suited. The Skitty curled up in the feathery spot between the Pidgeot's back and head, blinking at her trainer. Amelie favoured the cat-like pokemon with a small smile before she pulled her shaking, hurt body up onto Phalanx. Her eyes were narrowed and focused on the man, fingers curling into the feathers on either side of Althea. So he had won- driven the enemy out- but that didn't mean that Lux had lost the battle yet. And her defeat only made Amelie want to train harder, fight harder. She felt the defeat as disappointment, shame, and a bone-deep ache; likely caused by both Thunder and the Psychic attack she had weathered. Despite the pain, she sat proudly on her bird pokemon, glaring at her assailant “D-Don't follow me.” Her voice snapped the tense silence between them, and her legs pressed tightly into Phalanx' sides. Great wings spread and the injured bird took a running start. “Give us some help, Althea.” Amelie's murmured words were likely lost to the wind, but the keen-eared Skitty perked up, whiskers bobbing as a cool, refreshed feeling settled on the Pidgeot just as it took to the air. The battle was spreading, but the sun was warm out here, the wind with them. Amelie had somehow made it out of the death trap alive, and so, exhausted, set for the Lux ships to try to recover before taking up the fight once more. [style=margin-top: -15px;][style=float: left; letter-spacing: 3px; font-weight: bold; text-transform: lowercase; padding-right: 5px;]Moves Used: (Althea)Wish[/style][/style][/style]

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[cs=2] Coded by AMB Tanz

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VICTOR: Amelie

+ 500 to Lux