[BATTLE] BLAINE VS ISABEL

[lou]

ROUND 1
BLAINE VS. ISABEL
BATTLE COMMENCE

[isabel]

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[/style]”C’mon Firestorm, a bit faster yeah?” she urged the Volcarona flying beneath her. Since they’d been successfully bled in to the Seafoam Islands Lux Base, she’d been determined to reach the deepest possible part of it. Tired of running down flight after flight of stairs, seeing as an elevator during a raid would be about as useful as a deathtrap, she’d called out her large moth-like pokemon and hitched a ride on its back as it glided down the innumerable stairs. Finally, they seemed to be getting somewhere. The number of lights had decreased drastically, and the stairs were turning into something like you would find leading to a basement rather than finely conditioned stairs for an upscale Lux laboratory.

She flew in almost complete silence, the only sounds besides her breathing and heartbeat being the downstroke of her Volcarona’s wings as he fluttered toward the end of the hallway they were in. There were no more turns, and the only stairs were behind them. They had finally reached the end. How deep are we? She glanced behind her to look at the stairs, unable to remember the last time she’d seen anything important-looking. It had been many flights ago.

”Alright, let’s get busy.”

She hopped off the pokemon’s back, slinging her gun from around her shoulders into her right hand, and her Volcarona’s pokeball at the ready in her left. She pressed her body against the extended frame of the door, putting herself behind at least something for cover. ”Alright Firestorm, Psychic.” The Volcarona’s eyes glowed a bright blue, and an aura of psychic energy surrounded the door. It kept up for about thirty seconds before it finally showed some result. The metal crumpled in on itself slightly, rooting the door up from its well-closed position, off its natural alignment so it could be opened.

”Return.” She called the pokemon back, replacing the pokeball on her belt. ”Time to get to work.” Re-situating the gun in her grasp, she delivered a powerful side-kick to the door and kicked it inward, Volcarona’s Psychic attack working miracles for her as far as getting in was concerned. Keeping her body against the extended doorframe, she pointed the gun inward, daring to inch her gaze to the very edge of the doorframe and peer inward.

”I don’t want to hurt you!” she called, assuming there was, in fact, someone in the room. ”Come out with your hands up and things won’t have to get hot!”

set fire to the rain,

❚ WORDS: 412
❚ TAGS: Smiles as Blaine
❚ NOTES: Volcarona takes out door with Smiles' permission
❚ CREDITS: Ambassador Tanz

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[blaine]

Even two miles underground, the wailing of the emergency sirens could be heard, attempting to warn everyone within of the oncoming Nox invaders. Blaine payed them no heed, he had dismantled his own personal alarms long ago and was preparing for what was to come. His office was a wreak, tables, chairs, cabinets, and even his own bed were thrown into a pile in front of a lonely wheelie chair. The only piece of furniture not being used to fortify his position was a large wardrobe that contained several TV monitors. Most displayed the images collected by security cameras scattered throughout the lab, though a majority of them only showed static at this point.

Blaine had dismissed his personal guards to the upper levels, telling them that he would escape through the secret passage found behind a large dragonite painting that led to the docks. Instead of running though, he just took the picture and made it the base for what is now a heap of wooden and metal comfort items. Blaine wouldn't run, he had invested too much into this place to let it fall into Nox's hands. It was his child, and like an angry kangaskhan he shall protect his child at all costs. However, before he could run into the front lines he needed to turn on the Master Security Protocol System which was a wireless activation of all the security provisions on the island turned on from a large computer installed into a room that doubles as Blaine's personal closet.

The MSPS is a giant program, and even with the power of Blaine's computer it will take at least thirty minutes to boot up. Blaine was unwilling to leave its activation to chance, thus he is preparing to defend it personally. With his monitor wardrobe blocking the door to the computer's room, a large blockade of furniture, the steel door that could only be opened by Blaine himself, and a trusty military grade pump-action shotgun, Blaine was well fitted to defend the computer for thirty minutes. However, if hanging around Balendin has taught him anything, it was that if something can go wrong it most likely will, so you should at least prepare for it. Thus, with his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows and his palms sweating from anxiety, Blaine went about placing seven steel encased, cube shaped, personal combat turrets in front of his blockade.

Putting up the turrets was a two man job, but Blaine got it done well enough. Sure each time he activated their voice boxes they would spout "AWAITING ORDERLY PROTOCOL!" at the top of their high pitched robotic voices and scare the living crap out of Blaine relentlessly, but it shall be well worth the effort (though he now regrets giving them the ability to speak as every three minutes the activated units would yell "AWAITING PROTOCOL"). Just as he finished setting up the final turret, Blaine heard a loud clang from outside his door. The elevator must have come down. Frantic, Blaine jumped from his crouched position and ran to the wheelie chair (by ran I mean he kind of jump limped as he got up to fast and pulled a muscle). Heaving a bit, he picked up the shot gun from it's leaning position on the chair, and waited quietly to see what would happen.

The waiting for something to happen was probably the most intense thing Blaine had ever gone through in his entire life. His sunglasses were slowly slipping off his nose due to his immense nervous sweating, his hands shook as they tightly clasped the barrel of the gun. The anticipation was wretched, why were they, if anyone was there at all, taking so long to break in? Sure the door was designed to protect the President of the Lux Faction, but certainly they would have tried to at least blow it up by now. Why couldn't they just get it over with? Blaine should have been more careful about what he wished for, as the door soon let out a loud creak before being knocked down.

the turrets hummed quietly as the door fell to the ground, and a jumpy Blaine soon threw himself to the floor. Hearing no gunfire, Blaine slowly got up and slid himself back into the chair, staring at the door frame. He saw the slightest bit of a human head as a voice spoke for him to come out quietly so things wouldn't get hot. Oh, that was rich. Blaine must have had an overdose of adrenaline as he soon gained an influx of confidence and replied, "Things became 'hot' when you Nox broke into my home. I personally like things hot, I work better when things are hot. In fact, if you don't mind, I would like to make things even hotter." Blaine hesitated for a moment, taking a deep breath as sweat rolled down his bald forehead. These guys think they can just take what they want...time to prove them wrong. The president grinned and exclaimed, "What's full of holes but isn't cheese? A foolish Nox who can't take a hint. Bombs Away!"

Bombs Away, was the keyword Blaine inserted in his personal turrets to get them to start shooting wildly...and that is exactly what they did. As they beeped and screeched, tiny miniguns popped out of their cubed shells and began firing away. Of course, only two were positioned to actually get bullets through the door way. The other five kind of his shot at the wall, which was no good since the walls were there to, you know stop bullets. Blaine dropped to the ground, and aimed his shot gun toward the doorway as his turrets shot off their rounds. They soon ceased to reload, and Blaine hoped this would give the invader false security so that they would right into his own line of fire....I wonder when he is going to remember he has a bunch of red and white orbs containing destructive monsters in his pocket. Must be the alzh- I mean must be the pressure...

[isabel]

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[/style]Well, at least the man inside – she had yet to get a good glimpse of him – had the balls to retort back to her. ”That’s a good thing then – because I’m on fire today!” she retorted, sensing that he was about to make the first move. She didn’t respond to his riddle, instead ducking behind her doorframe out of the gut instinct that something in his sentence was a phrase necessary to activate something in the room. Then again, the man alone wasn’t enough to fire those turrets she had managed to glimpse. Sure enough, gunfire reaches her ears, and she turns her head away from the door. The sound of bullets pounding against the metal wall racket through what she’s standing against, and a glimpse just to her side shows two lines of rapid-fire bullets streaming through the door.

As the petite guns reached their last rounds, a more solid plan struck Isabel’s mind. Alright.

”You do better when things are hot? Me too!” she shouted over the dying noise of firing turrets, ”How about we heat things up a bit to do the both of us some good, ey?” She pulled a pokeball off her belt and threw it into the corner just opposite her, the pokemon of her choice exposing itself almost instantly. It mirrored its trainer the best it could, keeping as much of its body as possible hidden behind the extended doorframe. ”Gimme some cover, Flame-O.” she commands the Typhlosion. It gave a growl-like roar of response and unleashed a stream of thick, black smoke into the hallway and the room, engulfing the area in a Smokescreen.

Isabel trusted the pokemon to keep itself pressed against the wall, and to keep her cover up when needed, or dive in headlong to battle when she called. The fiery redhead strapped the gun to her back before diving into the smoke-covered room, pressing her body against the floor and moving in a leopard crawl to keep her head below the turrets. She had dove towards the right, but veered to the left and forward once on her knees. If she could sideline her shoulder to the wall with the turrets she would be good. Then I’d just have to continue around and nail him!

If one of his bullets hit her…well, she would cross that bridge when she got to it. But for now, her jaws were clamped shut for the life of her. She wouldn’t be so foolish as to give away her location by sound.

set fire to the rain,

❚ WORDS: 420
❚ TAGS: Smiles as Blaine
❚ NOTES: Typhlosion gives cover with Smokescreen and Isabel dives into the room during the reload. Typhlosion out of pokeball but idle.
❚ CREDITS: Ambassador Tanz

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[blaine]

Blaine's heart rate steadily increased as the seconds rolled by. The turrets must have really been loud, as there was a endless ringing vibrating through his head...then again he was probably just very nervous. There was a certain romance to all of this though, holding off a villain to protect his society. He thought to himself that perhaps he should look into some movie rights after- what was that sound?

Blaine made the mistake of getting lost in his thoughts, as by the time his brain had analyzed the sound of the roar so that he may recognize it as inhuman, a massive cloud of smoke began to fill up his office. Blaine began to panic, he could barely see a thing through the smoke and his darn sunglasses were no help. Out of stubbornness he refused to take them off (they most likely kept his weak eyes from being stung by the smoke any who), and slowly kneeled to the ground just in case the opposition decided to fire into the smoke.

His breathing soon became heavy, Blaine lifted the collar of his shirt over his mouth and nose so that he wouldn't breath in too much of the tainted air, only to lose his grip in surprise as the turrets began to let loose their second rounds at the walls and doorway. He cursed himself for not just switching them into visual aim mode and re-covered his mouth and nose with the collar. He took a few compressed deep breaths to help his heart slow down before trying to think of a solution. He was an intelligent man after all, surely he could think of something quick, especially with his brain buzzed on epinephrine.

The adversary was most likely seeking a surprise attack, so Blaine concluded that it would be in his best interest to clear this smoke before they obtain the upper hand. Oh if only he had brought one of his poke...po..ke....WAIT! Blaine dropped his gun and slammed the now free hand into his right pocket, fondling several small orbs. Ah ha, what a miracle, if only he had remembered putting them in there sooner. He quickly pulled a random one out and enlarged it in his hand. He looked to the back of the pokeball to see a stretched sticker of a Rapidash's head. Seems he had at one point labeled them so he wouldn't forget which one contained whom. He shrunk the orb and quickly exchanged it with another. He hit lucky this time, as upon looking at the sticker he found exactly what he sought.

He quickly pressed the middle button of the ball to unleash its contents, his Volcarona Suryaprabha. Suryaprabha had three large wings that would surely fit Blaine's needs. As the confused bug pokemon twitched, Blaine lowered his collar and commanded, "Get rid of this smoke quick girl." Suryaprabha it took a moment for the command to register, but she soon nodded to confirm. As the turrets died down once more, she rose slightly above Blaine to get to work. She began to flap her wings rapidly so that the soke would disperse, but the act was taking too long for Blaine's taste. "No no!" He said slightly agitated, "Spin! It'll clear it faster." Suryaprabha nodded and began to spin in place, thus causing the smoke to gradually gather around her. While she did that, Blaine took out a random ball for backup, ending up bringing forth his Rhydon Ontong. The beats growled as he looked through the smoke to his master, who soon told him, "Keep an eye out boy for any unwelcome guests. If ya see someone, or something you don't know, stick 'em through." Ontong nodded and looked around while Blaine readjusted his collar and picked up his gun. He estimated that by now the MSPS still needed ten minutes to boot, and even then he would need to activate it himself. Thus, the intruder would have to be disposed of, one way or another, as quickly as possible.

[isabel]

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[/style]Isabel could feel her lungs beginning to claw at her unmoving windpipe for oxygen. Holding your breath was one thing, but moving around while doing so only depleted your oxygen faster. The smoke wouldn’t kill her right away, no, but she’d likely cough and give away her position more quickly than she wanted. She edged more closely in her crawl toward where she knew her target was, and her shoulder finally brushed metal. Yes! She kept her head low and stilled herself, only starting slightly when the automatic guns began firing once again. Gotcha! She flipped over onto her back, lucky enough to find herself right below one. The gun was slung from her back into her arms in a fluid motion before it was rammed upwards once, twice, three times and the metal snapped into a sharp angle.

The redhead smirked with satisfaction as that gun jammed. That would at least give her a little more wiggle room. She glanced down, seeing another gun just above her knees. If I can take two out... well that would be just hunky dory now wouldn’t it? She raised her foot and kicked at it once hard, and stopped before she could kick again as the sound of the guns faded rapidly and the unmistakable sound of a pokeball opening and releasing the life within was heard. Crap. Isabel ripped off the first pokeball she could grab and threw it to the ground, and the shape instantly flew through the smoke to the top of the room before it could even gain its proper color. Based on the small ‘thump’ Isabel heard, she guessed it collided with the ceiling.

She hadn’t even heard the man command the pokemon he released to blow the smoke away. Isabel sat up slightly, keeping her body ducked behind the barrier the turrets were placed upon while the Volcarona on her other side spun around to rid the room of the smoke. It was time to make a move. She glanced up and saw her small Zubat, Batty, circling above the head of the Volcarona. The man’s further words made her decide it was time to move. She’d made a path for Flame-O to get in, provided he crouched, but now it was do or die. ”Flame-O, back me up! Let’s make ‘em see stars!” With a roar the Typhlosion rushed in on all fours, fire blaring from around its neck as it lifted its fanged mouth and released a ray of stars towards the man and his pokemon with a Swift, primarily aiming for the Volcarona – the front-and-center target. Isabel used the wall of turrets as a vault to leap over to the other side.

A single glance told her that unless she wanted to be impaled by that massive horn of the Rhydon, she had to do something. ”Batty, Giga Drain!” Isabel moved as she commanded her pokemon, gun brandished sideways like a battering ram for the man she practically pounced at, aiming to knock him to the ground.

The redhead realized it was practically suicide for the tiny pokemon, but it obeyed, swooping downwards toward the Rhydon’s side, getting close enough to smack it with it’s tiny, pathetic legs. It skirted away almost instantly, and began draining. Though it would have been light, if its legs hit the hide of the pokemon, it would begin to feel its energy draining within the next few seconds.

set fire to the rain,

❚ WORDS: 571
❚ TAGS: Smiles as Blaine
❚ NOTES: Isabel takes out one turret via gun smack, jumps over wall and aims to pounces @ Blaine, Typhlosion uses Swift @ Volcarona, Zubat aims for a Giga Drain @ Rhydon // lemme know if anything's not understood ^^
❚ CREDITS: Ambassador Tanz

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[blaine]

Blaine heaved from under his collar. His old lungs were tightening by the second, making his chest feel compressed and disjointed. It didn’t help that a small amount of smoke rapidly slipped into the open slits between his shirt’s buttons. He ignored his discomfort, and stayed focus on locating the target. The smoke was thinning, though not quite fast enough to do Blaine and Ontong any good. With Blaine’s eyesight hindering sunglasses and Ontong’s natural brute stupidity made finding the intruder rather difficult. With his nerves entangling his mind, Blaine made sure to listen very carefully for some kind of movement. All he got was a short thump from the ceiling, which he put off as a battle from the upper floors. Suryaprabha was no help at all with its spinning, and shall be even less help with a bunch of stars knocking it over.

Indeed, the Swift attack was impossible to dodge thanks to Suryaprabha’s current task…and the fact that the attack naturally always hit its target. The volcarona spun away from its slow forming tornado of smoke, and spun to the other side of the office before hitting a wall. The giant bug swayed in mid-air as its world readjusted. She let out a high-pitched squeak like cough several times thanks to the smoke it had ingested while spinning, however it would be mostly unaffected by the smoke thanks to its half fire typing. Thanks nature!

Blaine would have less of a fine time since the gathered smoke was once again spreading across the room. Granted its progress was slow but the office would be void of clean air within five minutes. If only the damn air vents weren’t being repaired. Upon hearing the girl’s order for stars, Blaine swung his head all around the room like a fool and was unable to guide his Suryaprabha to safety. Now it was stuck with a large cloud of dispersing smoke, a confused Volcarona, and an even more confused rhydon. Ontong spotted the typhlosion enter, well more specifically he saw a bright light come into the room and shoot stars at his companion. Now how could a bright light shoot stars? That was just silly. Blaine soon saw the light too, and narrowly missed the outline of a girl jumping over his wall. He was to busy focusing his eyes upon the glowing figure to notice.

The image of a beast was soon forming around Blaine’s strained eyes. The flames on his back illuminated its body well in the smoke, though even with the light giving it an outline Blaine couldn’t quite tell what it was. Then he heard the girl give an order for a giga drain, and Blaine just lost it. His nerves had gotten the better of him; the old fool just began shooting his gun in random directions. Where was this brat, why couldn’t he find-…he knew why already. He couldn’t part with his sunglasses, he wouldn’t allow his enemy to see his eyes…but he couldn’t let his pride get the best of him either. With shaky hands, Blaine slowly removed his sunglasses to reveal his bright blue eyes. They stung from the smoke, and felt rather vulnerable with his trusty sunglasses off, but he could now see much more clearly, actually making out the outline of the typhlosion near the entrance. He was about to order Ontong to attack it but he couldn’t get a word out before the darn beast smashed through the bloody barioe and charged the typhlosion.

Ontong was too busy staring at the shiny light to notice the Zubat attack him, though even if he had spotted the bat come down he would not have felt its tiny feet brush against his stone skin. However, he sure as hell felt the effects of the giga drain. Poor Ontong moaned and looked around in desperation, wonder what was the cause of his immense, and rather rapidly growing discomfort. His eyes rested upon the light, and his rather simple mind concluded that it was the source. Ontong wasn’t about to let it get the best of him, so he smashed through his master’s wall of furniture and rushed toward the light. Its horn began to glow green as he charged, and extended about three feet to form his Megahorn. When he got close, he leaned down and thrust his head forward in an attempt to strike the strange light down and cease his pain.

Blaine growled at his moronic pokemon, “Ontong you fool get a hold of yourself!” The beast would not listen to reason, and Blaine shoved his hand into his pocket to grab another pokemon to help it. As he fumbled for a ball however, he would be wide open for an attack from his incoming enemy…

[isabel]

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[/style]The sound of gunfire was far too soon and close for Isabel to do anything in the way of blocking such an attack. The randomly fired bullets passed far too close by her for comfort, and at last two did hit her, forcing the redhead to fall to the ground, gun clattering against the floor as she fumbled for the ground to support her without letting go of the precious weapon in her hands. That would be one hell of an attention grabber. One bullet had strafed through the side of her bicep, and another had planted itself in her right calf. Isabel wanted to cry out, but she forced her jaws to remain clamped as she attempted to regain herself. You made noise, damn it! she thought viciously, Don’t just lay here! What if he heard you over the gunfire!

She wanted to call out to her pokemon, to see if it was alright. However, the rays of light she managed to just barely glimpse from their illuminating the smoke after hitting the Volcarona told her the Typhlosion was still up and running. There was no telling if her beloved pokemon had been shot or not, though. She turned back to the source of gunfire, barely able to make out an obscure silhouette through the clearing smoke. Move, damn it! She pushed herself with her unharmed arm, clutching the gun with her free hand and balanced herself on her knees, keeping as much weight as possible from her calves. The redhead read up, gun drawn with her hands before she slammed the weapon forward and downward toward the source of the sound of the man giving her hell.
With any luck, if her vague knowledge of his position was accurate, the butt of the gun would collide with his side or ribcage.

In the clearing smog of smoke, the Typhlosion’s stream of stars cut off at last when he took a bullet to the forelimb. The Volcano pokemon roared and limped back and to the side, favoring his wounded paw as he heard the sound of another pokemon slamming through the wall his trainer had just leapt over. His small ears pricked forward, and he backed himself against the wall. Though his vision was undoubtedly better than a humans in the smoke, the pain he was in clouded his senses. He saw the massive figure came closer, and the Typhlosion backed itself against the wall, neck flaring brightly with enraged flames as it roared bravely at the much larger pokemon, only to have it stop when his teammate swept in and attacked.

The Typhlosion had the tiny bat to thank for saving his life, and he didn’t waste a precious second of the diversion, skirting behind the massive pokemon as it turned to go after the Zubat. He was slowed on three legs, yes, but Flame-O was a strong pokemon. He could still move, even in his disabled state. He ran to where the smoke formed like a trail to the pokemon he had just attacked. It was nearer a wall. Keeping low, the Typhlosion rushed in, drawing up and continuing the rush in a bipedal manner while his one good forepaw crackled with electricity before he slammed his fist forward, aiming for the giant bug with a Thunderpunch.

Batty, meanwhile, was not so lucky. He took the Megahorn straight to his body, having turned his back in order to flee the scene. The elongated drill made the tiny pokemon an easy target, and he fell to the ground. He was not powerful like his teammate on the field. Oh, no. He was quite weak. Even though the Bug-type attack was not strong against the bat’s type, the sheer power of the brutish creature that delivered it was more than enough to send the creature spiraling into a wall with a thunk.

It fell to the ground, terribly wounded from the blow it took. It can’t move its wings now, and it can feel the life he’d drained from the other pokemon fading as well as its own. It can still do something in a last-ditch effort, though. It glowed yellow briefly, before releasing yellow-headed rays with black trails toward the larger pokemon, the Confuse Ray spinning toward the enemy pokemon. It would do whatever it could.

set fire to the rain,

❚ WORDS: 718
❚ TAGS: Smiles as Blaine
❚ NOTES: Isabel shot - grazes right arm, bullet embeds in right calf. Typhlosion shot in one paw/leg, aims for Volcarona with Thunderpunch. Zubat takes Megahorn and hits wall, badly injured, uses Confuse Ray. // lemme know if I misunderstood anything I'm really tired @_@
❚ CREDITS: Ambassador Tanz

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[blaine]

Blaine eventually wrapped his fingers around another ball but never got to take it out. As soon as he lifted his wrist, a sharp pain flew through his side. The old man lumbered forward and slammed the hand holding his gun forward to stop himself from hitting the floor. He ripped out his other hand from his pocket, unfortunately without a ball, and held it to his right side as it throbbed. He eventually pushed himself up and turned around to find his assailant right behind him. Though the smoke remained, he could make out most of the girl’s features due to her being so close. Quickly, Blaine lifted his gun and detached his free hand from his side to aim it at the girl.

This was not an easy task; his side was burning madly (and he forgot to bring burn heal...cue rimshot). He gritted his teeth and held on though, not willing to show weakness in front of this scum. “Move and I blast you away.” He hissed, attempting to avoid eye contact so she wouldn’t look into his eyes. Every time his eyeballs would wander toward hers, he would force them toward the ceiling. Eventually he got annoyed and stared at her neck while he spoke, “You’ve made a grave mistake messing with me miss. Don’t you know to never to attempt a raid on the home of a world leader? What do they teach you Nox anyhow?” Blaine gave a swift pump to his gun, his breathing becoming heavier thanks to his side. It was traditional to let a Nox member submit before death, however Blaine wasn’t very much aware of the military traditions. His heart was beating too fast, and his blood roared through his veins with the thrill of his first war based confrontation; the timer for the MSPS was running out and this chick had to be gone…one way or another. With a soft growl, Blaine sucked in his pain and pulled the trigger…unfortunately his gun was out of ammo. He continued his efforts but there would be no luck. Knowing that reloading would take too long, Blaine decided to throw caution to the wind and just swing the butt of the gun toward his adversary’s head.

What of Suryaprabha and her dizziness? She sure was taking her time to recover from that swift attack, just swaying on the sidelines. She was actually quite puzzled by her position, it had been at least two minutes and her vision was still blurry. It was clearing up sure enough, but rather slowly. She must have been spinning pretty darn hard, she would certainly have to do it again in a safer environment and take mental notes on the results…why were there several bright lights zooming toward her. Oh no, this must be that death thing she had heard so much about! She was not about to let the light take her, so she gathered up her strength and let out a strident Bug Buzz. That should stop that big bad Death in its tracks…if not well at least she had lived a full life. If only her vision were clear enough to see that it was simply a Typhlosion coming into close range territory to deliver a Thunder Punch. This wont end well for either of them will it.

Ontong probably had the worst luck of the three. It tried smashing the bright light that he assumed to have hurt him but he hit something else instead and the darn light got away. Ontong roared in annoyance and swung his head around to find the source of the interference. Through the currently slow fading smoke and the now fleeing bright light, Ontong spotted a shadow toward the wall. He roared again, though this time it was weaker. Whatever that bright light did, it really did a number on poor Ontong. The tired Rhydon weakly stomped forward to see what this odd shape was, but he didn’t even make it four steps before a bright flash went in his face…and that is all he saw, the pure endless whiteness of the flash. Ontong was suddenly frightened, terrified even. Everything was gone, he could still feel but nothing could be seen. Ontong roared in frustration and wasted energy unleashing a Fire Blast at the wall where he had seen the shape earlier…only he didn’t even get it near the shape. Instead he blasted the large space above where the zubat currently rested itself. When he was done, Ontong only became more panicked. It thrashed about in place before running in a random direction, which just so happened to be the opposite wall. He smashed through most of the now dormant turrets, each letting out a high pitched squeal as the beast raged past, and slammed himself into the wall. Assuming the wall he just hit was a new enemy, Ontong began attack the wall with his claws and tail, unknowing that he would never even leave a dent.

[isabel]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] [style=float: left; margin: 0 5 0 10;][style=background-color: #ebebeb; border: 10px #990000 solid; padding: 2px; height: 80px; width: 80px;] [/style] The gun popped against the old man’s side and she held it back in her hands, poised to strike again if the situation called for it. She drew in a sharp breath when the gun was pulled back, causing herself to inhale some of the burning smoke. It stung her lungs and watered her eyes from behind them, causing her to make what was likely one of the most pathetic faces she’d ever pulled. Worst of all, it was only seconds after the man threatened to shoot her. Makes me look like a simpering idiot. She sneezed in response, managing to stop her eyes from watering and turn her complaining face into something more like a smirk. ”D’you think it matters to me if you’re a “world leader” or not?” She squared her shoulders defiantly, ”It doesn’t. And Nox didn’t teach me jack diddly. I only joined after I knew what call to make!” She knew she’d cut through his threat, and almost wasn’t entirely surprised when she heard the pump of his gun. Her neck clenched, the tendons popping out briefly like ribbons as she tensed, waiting for his next move. She slowly began raising her hand in an attempt to push the barrel of the gun – pointed somewhere between her shoulder and sternum – away. She was too late, though, as she heard the distinct click of the trigger. Her body froze, and she was left staring at him for the brief time she was left in disbelief that his gun had been empty. She snapped back to reality just in time to see the butt of the gun coming towards her face. She was thrown backwards against the ground by the force of it, and her lack of preparation to brace against it. She’d felt the bones of her nose crunch beneath it, and the warm gush of blood as the vessels beneath her skin ruptured with the force of her bones breaking apart, sending the hot, sticky liquid down her lips and chin. ”Ow! My face!” She laid on her side, thankful for the bright red color of her flight suit as she clapped a hand against her nose. She only waited briefly before raising her leg and delivering a swift, powerful kick aimed at her opponent’s stomach once again, hoping to wind him and give herself more time. On the other side of the wall, Typhlosion’s attack missed its target by a mile…no, not literally. It crashed into the wall, just to the V-split in the first and second wings. Typhlosion grunted with frustration. Swinging his undamaged paw like he normally would, were one limb not tucked against his belly, and didn’t quite understand the laws of physics. His abnormal balance had caused him to miss, making him the perfect target for the vibrations and sound coming from the opponent. Though it didn’t hurt much as the vibrations hit his furred, fiery body, the sound…it was terrible. All the noise, noise, noise, NOISE! The Typhlosion crumpled to the ground, shaking his head and curling up slightly, as though trying to close his ears off to the terrible sound. Zubat felt its energy diminish significantly after the burst of a Confuse Ray it used, and it lay on the ground panting. Its breath came out in half-squeaks, and an even higher pitched squeak emitting from its jaws when the fire smacks into the wall above it. Fire bounced off the strong walls, coming dangerously close to the tiny bat who lay helpless on the ground. The very end of the spurt of fire brushed across the leathery back of the wing wrapped around its body. It squeaked again, shuddering with the pain. Isabel heard the crash of the wall near her, and instantly curled forward, trying to avoid getting trampled, drawing her leg back from her kick before it could even extend fully. When she heard the second crash, she kicked again, this time sitting up slightly and leaning forward to extend her reach. Now she knew she could hope for more time. [style=color: #990000; font-family: arial narrow; letter-spacing: 1.5px; font-size: 30px; font-style: italic;]set fire to the rain, ❚ WORDS: 676 ❚ TAGS: Smiles as Blaine ❚ NOTES: Isabel's nose breaks, kicks out fully at Blaine. Thunderpunch misses, Typhlosion takes Bug Buzz // if you don't get my reference in there for this festive time of year you are dead to me. same goes for you, staff ❚ CREDITS: Ambassador Tanz [/style][/style][/style]

[blaine]

I’m afraid I must be honest; Blaine had mixed feelings about seeing that girl fly to the ground. His confidence suddenly melted away and he realized the severity of his recent violent action. He possibly just killed a human being, not just any human but a young girl no less. Oh he felt ashamed and saddened indeed…until the girl exclaimed the pain that had just been inflicted upon her face. Then Blaine’s face hardened, much like it would harden on a housewife thinks she has killed a rambunctious rattata only for it to crawl out from under the refrigerator for more. Now, what Blaine should have done is smack the butt of his gun into that girl until she was done for good, after all an enemy is an enemy. She would do the same to him. However, the guilt Blaine felt as she fell to the ground made his adrenaline wane, and although most of him wanted to finish the rattata off, that small gentleman part of him that still lingered thought it would be best to assist the lady. He slowly walked up to the girl as she lay on the floor and in a regretfully concerned voice asked, “Are you alright missy?” Of course the mood was ruined when right when he finished his sentence he took a boot to the stomach.

It was Blaine’s turn to fall on his behind, and when his bottom met the floor he was reminded that his right side was still in flames. The old man groaned as he cradled his gut and squeezed pain out of his side, while his other hand clasped tightly around his empty and mostly useless gun, this was just an all around bad day. Though he wasn’t the only one feeling the harsh chill of bad luck, Ontong was stuck attacking a wall for heaven’s sake. The only one whose luck was actually looking up was Suryaprabha. When that thunder punch narrowly missed her wings, she seemed to have been snapped back into reality. She ended her harsh song and quickly hovered away from the crackling mass beside her. The wings the fist had gone between were singed, but they sustained her flight well enough. With her song done, the Typhlosion would certainly recover for a second run. It seemed like Suryaprabah would have a lot of straining work to do…then…she got an idea. An awful idea. Suryaprabah wonderful awful idea. With high pitched chuckle, that sly volcarona decided to…keep using Bug Buzz while circling around the Typhlosion, thus letting off her dynamic sound from every direction. Isn’t she just nasty wasty?

Since Suryaprabah was now projecting her sound all across the room, Ontong on the other side of the room was able to acknowledge it. He stopped trying to kill the wall for a moment and perked up his head. In his confused state, he assumed this sound came from an enemy letting out a battle cry as they attacked him. Well he wasn’t about to let those fiends get the drop on him! Pow, he swung an upper cut. Boom, he slammed his head forward. Zow, he kicked with all his might. Surely he was giving his foes a run for their money…which he would be doing if he weren’t just fighting the air. Ontong’s epic battle against oxygen ended abruptly as he let out a kick, got his rocky foot stuck in the last standing turret, and fell to the ground causing the whole room to shake. With this final self-inflicted hit, Ontong was snapped out of his confusion. However, you might as well have counted him down and out, as the poor creature was too tired to get up. Oh well, a good rest didn’t hurt anyone.

Now we go full circle to old Blaine, slamming his gun once again toward…opps I’m ahead of myself. Let’s go maybe a minute or so back to when Blaine was just starting to recover from the kick to his gut. That was recovering fine and well, but with a good amount of life enhancing adrenaline spent, Blaine’s side hurt more than ever. Even the comfort of his pressuring hand could not hold back its wails; he could not leave it alone again. Just as Blaine was standing up though, Ontong did that whole war with the wall thing. The sudden crashing surprised Blaine and caused him to tumble backward, only barely being able to avoid falling over again by running into his sideways desk. With his head now looking above the girl, he put his gaze on the bookshelf that hid his computer. The MSPS was certainly done now, all he had to do was activate. However he felt that even with her injuries, the girl would certainly do her best to stop him. He would have to hinder her further. Thinking of how to do so was rather hard when Suryaprabah began her room wide bombardment of sound. Even if he wasn’t close enough for it to have a grand effect, it was still a horrible thing to hear. Unfortunately the darn sound distracted him as the girl attempted another kick, which of course made contact.

His cradling arm protected him from being winded once more, put it didn’t much help his pulsing side. He was cornered with the desk behind him, so it was certainly time to end this here and now. Blaine quickly realized that the only way to end this quickly was to play dirty, so he walked toward the girl and swung the arm holding his gun downward as if trying for her head, only to change its path at the last second to have it on a crash course toward her side. If it hit, she would certainly see how Blain currently feels with his own burning side.

[lou]

VICTOR: BLAINE

+ 500 to Lux

[isabel]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] [style=float: left; margin: 0 5 0 10;][style=background-color: #ebebeb; border: 10px #990000 solid; padding: 2px; height: 80px; width: 80px;] [/style] She had felt her boot collide with his stomach the first time, and she was satisfied with the fact that she made contact with Blaine. She turned to the side once her second kick finished and clapped her other hand over her bleeding nose as well, wanting to apply pressure to stem the trail of blood flowing from her face, but almost yelping out loud with the pain that greeted even the slightest touch of the broken bones and stretched cartilage. The Typhlosion on the ground clenched its fanged jaws together as the sound buzzed against its skull, numbing out practically any thought that could come to its one-track mind with painful throbs. It knew it needed to move. The instinct to fight hit him like a rock. Then he slithered and slunk, with a smile most unpleasant, trying to wiggle his way around on the ground within the small area, to see if ther was any way he could get away. There wasn’t. The Typhlosion endured the sound for moments more before flipping over, revealing his soft belly for only a flash of time before the claws on his good paw seemed to lengthen, glowing blue with the fighting willpower within him as he pushed himself upward, straight towards the Volcarona’s own bely with his Crush Claw extended for a hit. The crashing of the Rhydon spelled doom for the tiny Zubat on the ground, already weakened from the single blow it had taken and burns it had sustained. The wall behind it couldn’t support more needless punishment, and with the attacks of the Rhydon, you could say that some of the blocks used to stack the wall itself had come loose in the flurry of attacks and moved threateningly to loom over the small bat. Its week echolocation showed it the location of the blocks and it tried to force itself to move. The crash of the Rhydon on the ground was its end. It had only gotten rolled over onto its belly when a single block fell on it, squashing the small pokemon with its greater weight. The first flame of life in that room had been extinguished. The sound buzzed ceaselessly in Isabel’s ears, leaving her to hold her broken nose with one hand and cup her hand over her ear in the other, squinting her eyes tight against the pain and sound. She didn’t even see Baline come up to her and drop the gun towards her. She had no idea how close she’d come to death just then in her state of distraction. ”Agh!” she yelled out, feeling one or two of her ribs crack beneath the butt of the gun, causing her to bite down on her own tongue in an attempt to silence herself. Her eyes went wide and she jerked her head to stare up at the man that towered over her. Her hands dropped from her face and stayed still for only a moment before she mirrored her pokemon the short distance away, springing upward in what was hoped to be a surprise attack. Her side screamed with the burning pain from the blow she’d just taken, but she knew if she wanted to live she would need to take measures such as these. Her cagefighting instincts kicked in. She ran the back of her elbow against the side of the gun as she surged upward, using that same arm to keep his out to the side while she practically jumped upward, only ducking to the side seconds later and attempting to grab the Fire-specialist by hooking her elbows against his own and hook her hands behind his back, hoping to keep him immobile. Then again, things don’t normally go to plan. If she succeeded in even getting one arm that was something. If she succeeded in getting two... Well now, that would just be like a payday. She would use his immobility to barter for her escape and hurt him no further. If she got no arms? Well then, that would just be a pickle, wouldn’t it? [style=color: #990000; font-family: arial narrow; letter-spacing: 1.5px; font-size: 30px; font-style: italic;]set fire to the rain, ❚ WORDS: 678 ❚ TAGS: Smiles as Blaine ❚ NOTES: there we go finally. hopefully we can wrap this up soonish~ ❚ CREDITS: Ambassador Tanz [/style][/style][/style]