red . fernando

[zaire]

[style=float: left; margin-right: 8px; border: 3px solid #F0EEE9; margin-bottom: 4px][/style]Anna Gully was angry.

She wasn't sure why.

Perhaps it was the frequent pushing and shoving of the general populace she had been taking all day, perhaps it was the constant pressure of needing to impress. The pressure of never messing up. The pressure of not snapping like a dried twig. Once today she had already bitten back-- an adult male would find himself the unlucky individual. Then again, he deserved it. That's what she told herself. Cuts healed, pride didn't. He didn't need pride. She needed to do something. She needed to exert pressure. She needed a war.

War was a strong word. Something lesser would do, and she had no doubts that Fernando would be willing to offer. She also had no doubt he would emerge victorious. However, if it lasted long enough to throw her into her place, she would accept it. She felt out of control, scattered, tattered. An anchor was what she required, before she started drifting away.

The Knights could wait, the screaming in her head would have to be silenced before she had a chance at digging deeper. Investigations could only do so much to ease curiosity, and the last wasn't nearly as successful as she had been hoping. Failure was only another factor.

There would be no rules, no six-pokemon bullshit. She held no pokedex, she held no laws other than what Fernando had given to her.

And those never mentioned anything about carrying capacity. Not at home. A bag could hold more than just six, and she intended to abuse that fact. She wasn't sure if he had her trailed, but Anna left a quick note on the table, just in case.

'Gym.'

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[zubatman]

[style=float: left; margin-right: 8px; border: 3px solid #F0EEE9; margin-bottom: 4px][/style] Fernando isn’t unfamiliar with the Gym. He knows which one Anna goes to, which one she frequents, and what she does there. She can call it venting or whatever else she likes but he knows what it really is. It’s her chance to become the predator, the monster, to become his incarnate. Here, she can unleash her rage at the world for all its wrongs with no fear of retribution. It’s her own little world, which leaves him puzzled at the invitation. He’s taken close to everything she has, leaving her empty, hollow, and now she’s surrendering this too?

Curious, he follows her down the rabbit hole, but not without his own precautions. Anna isn’t the only one to break the rules; Fernando has his own arsenal with him as well. A tempered Anna is a stupid one but still a fearsome site to behold. He isn’t stupid nor is he incompetent.

Fernando is prepared for the worst. But even that cannot prepare him enough for what he’s going to have to face. He expects something dirty, something new, but the solid doors of the gym prove to elude him of his worries. He’s here now, ready, and unafraid of whatever she has in store.

“You called?”

Several steps forward brings him into view and the doors shut behind him. Her fangs have yet to fill in, he reminds himself. She’ll nick him, make him bleed, but she doesn’t have what it takes to make him submit.

Anna isn’t ready to stand tall, free, and on top as his master.

No one is.

[zaire]

[style=float: left; margin-right: 8px; border: 3px solid #F0EEE9; margin-bottom: 4px][/style]"Go."

As soon as the door makes a sound, as soon as he speaks the metagross attack. She doesn't doubt his ability to defend, not for one goddamn second. It's more of a welcome than anything. Anna had been waiting, waiting, waiting. The silence had fueled her patience, the sight of blade running through silicon easing her screaming mind.

It was becoming more and more difficult to keep herself together.

SHe wasn't sure what he has been expecting upon walking inside the facility-- while aware it was her first mistake, Anna couldn't help but be motivated by the unknown. There was reassurance in numbers, and although she was quite aware Fernando was no paper bag, she was empowered by being on her own territory. The bowels of the facility had already been set up, prepared. She knew the way, she had spent hours creating and navigating the maze of equipment and miscellaneous items.

The steel types would be returned the moment after the assault, their place being taken by maractus-- anything but threatening. She would use the thing to exhaust his front line. Moves made to drain, heal, and tank through whatever was hurled at it had brought the cactus pokemon into her high regards. It wouldn't attack, not often. Just enough to exhaust the enemy.

Anna didn't have to order the thing to move on command; the maractus had already started to INGRAIN itself, already started to create the spores needed to slow the 'enemy'.

"Wrote, actually."

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[zubatman]

[style=float: left; margin-right: 8px; border: 3px solid #F0EEE9; margin-bottom: 4px][/style] Honestly, Fernando didn’t expect her to attack him so soon. He figured she’d say something, maybe a line of dialogue or two until he goaded her into attacking. Even so, the unexpected FLASH CANNON was easily handled by his Gallade’s PROTECT. Never one to leave Fernando alone, K2 immediately intercepted the blast with preemptive TELEPORT. The shield stands, unwavering, and comforting Fernando. It’s nice to have someone he doesn’t have to command— the byproduct of his training.

“You’re not one to be anal.”

The sight of the green cactus does little to worry Fernando. What he’s more concerned about is the lack of an offensive front. To open up with a sneak attack and then suddenly drop into a defensive stance isn’t the standard combat routine, or even a remotely good one. It gives her intention away, that she’s planning something. He’s already walked into one trap, he won’t fall for another.

“Q2.”

Prepared for the worst, his Espeon is the next one to grace the field, standing in front both him and the Gallade to prepare their own defenses. A thick, multi-colored wall appears, a mixture of REFLECT and LIGHT SCREEN. Together, they’re enough to render Anna’s offense into mere tickling.

“You’re move. Think carefully.”

[zaire]

[style=float: left; margin-right: 8px; border: 3px solid #F0EEE9; margin-bottom: 4px][/style]"It's not my place."

The retort is quick, snapped. It 's hard to control her tone when she can hardly control her mind. The maractus was enough. It would provide semi-sufficient distraction while her true attack lied in wait. She isn't sure if his guard is up, but she does know that she hasn't been very careful. Anna notices her mistakes as soon as she makes them; they're painfully obvious blemishes that she'll do her best to cover up.

She clears her throat. The cactus springs into action, springing in with its MEGA DRAIN-- it's obvious it had been planned, obvious that she was trying to catch him off guard.

It was also too pathetic to be true.

It was only inevitable that the ground would begin to shake as the steel snake broke through the concrete, only feet away from where Fernando stood. It had been burrowing, waiting for that small sound it had been instructed to lie in wait for. The maractus continues with its drain, yet it should be the least of any worries. The steelix opens with a SANDSTORM; it would only make sense that Anna would keep her desert beasts in operation.

Like the trojan horse in myths, the snake opens its mouth; from afar the thing would seem empty. The steel type is towering, and humans are smaller than they would like to be. While it hasn't left its burrow, it isn't afraid to assert itself with a SCREECH. The wartortle and emolga had been waiting for this chance. The two had been training in the flurry of sand and debris; Anna wouldn't have called it an upper hand, she didn't have the right to. A single metagross had been released to keep its PROTECT around her.

The small water and electric type have yet to complete their job, yet they remain tucked away in the jaws of the beast.

For now.

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[zubatman]

[style=float: left; margin-right: 8px; border: 3px solid #F0EEE9; margin-bottom: 4px][/style] Fernando has no response to her snapping. The only answer he can muster is the silent grimace of a calculative man. He’s calm, precise, and none too worried about her petulance. Fear is not something that tends to grace him, not as often as he bestows it onto others. A sense of knowingness replaces it, sheer arrogance propelling him forward to meet every challenge. There’s nothing he can’t handle and believing that brings him an undeniable strength.

Withstanding the MEGA DRAIN proves easy as a minor shrug is the only thing forced from the alert Espeon. The LIGHT SCREEN is already proving useful but that’s not where Fernando attention is drawn. It’s the rumbling underneath him that causes him to back away, calmly taking each step with measured thoughts.

“Q2.”

The call is enough to prevent the Espeon from retaliating, focusing on her master’s beckoning and taking the front guard with an agile QUICK ATTACK. Poised to guard Fernando, the Espeon can do little to prevent the influx of sand that begins to plague the area around them. Sharp grains whizz past her, cutting through skin and fur alike, marking the trio with small tinges of pain and blots of blood. Fernando allows this to happen, silent, waiting. Worse come to worst he can his fresh, albeit minor wounds as a medium to chastise the feline. To think that Anna is the only one he scrutinizes is a hopeless folly.

Whereas the SANDSTORM may have succeeded, the SCREECH fails to follow up. The harsh vibrations are met with resistance due to Espeon’s MAGIC BOUNCE, ending with them being deflected right back at the source. Fernando breaks out in a grim smile as he points his hand forward. A might beast such as the Steelix is not one to be taken lightly. To think that he can penetrate its steel coating would be great disrespect, even if the reflected SCREECH were to lower its defenses. Instead, he opts to attack a more vulnerable point.

“Q2, K2; MIND CRUSH.”

Upon command, the two pokemon drop themselves into a state of concentration. The purple aura around them signify the use of their PSYCHIC powers, allowing them to manipulate and invade the minds of whoever they choose. Fernando doesn’t plan for them to do any damage through telekinesis, no; he’s going for them to reduce that steel snake into a vegetable.

The League had put precautions into using psychic attacks in such a manner. They called it inhumane, dangerous, and unfit for the sport of friendly combat. Unfortunately for Anna, Fernando didn’t intend to play by any sort of rules, just as she intended. Cutting straight to the point always seemed to fit her better and what better way than to go with a direct PSYCHIC attack.

Fending off one mental attack proved difficult enough for most pokemon. Trying to protect your mind from two different probing entities? Fernando could hardly imagine it, or what the poor behemoth was enduring, but with all said and done Anna could only blame herself.

[zaire]

[style=float: left; margin-right: 8px; border: 3px solid #F0EEE9; margin-bottom: 4px][/style]She wants to curse, and she wants to recall the steel type to its ball, protecting it from the crippling attack. Her want is irrelevant. She refuses to allow herself to give in so easily. Anna is quite aware she cannot attack the trio with an arsenal of power house moves, and she plans to stay as subtle as she can. The steelix will endure, it will recover. Because it won't take the entire assault.

"Mag."

The kecleon is very familiar with its nickname and shortened commands by now-- a quick DISABLE on the Gallade's psychic is put into action. A second shrill SCREECH explodes from the Steelix's throat as it begins to feel the shredding within its mind. While it hasn't experienced anything to this extent, it knows how to keep its defenses. It recoils into its burrow, the SANDSTORM beginning to lessen as the Steelix weakens. Hibernation would be a necessity for power later on. Its job was complete.

She isn't in a state of worry yet, let alone panic. Anna isn't finished, whether Fernando considers her to be or not. Her face remains straight-- she won't give anything away. Her eyes are focused on the steelix as it retreats; she has no qualms with such, not yet.

Her pokemon act on their own. She's already been through the drill with them. It's rehearsed, prepared to what she would like to believe perfection. There is never perfection. Only shells of what could have been perfect..

The smaller pokemon resting inside the steel serpent's jaws finally make their move. The dying wind and debris gives the wartortle its chance to let loose an effective MIST; it's satisfied with the results. The dense fog would be difficult enough to navigate. Dense fog was always troublesome. Anna remains wary; she's not yet familiar with Fernando's entire strategy. The cost of a mistake is high enough to put her on the edge, as much as she would like to remain calm. Her eyes close as the emolga lets loose its FLASH. The flash of light is blinding on its own; she can only imagine what it does when the light is carried by the stark-white mist.

The duo never stays still; that would be a fatal mistake. While there's the cover of the wartortle's attack, it won't last forever. Visibility may be limited, but it isn't gone. There's only a small window of time, and Anna intends to use it.

Their attack was supposed to be a second distraction. Her next mistake is thinking Fernando's suspicions would be low enough for anything to work.

She has intended to use their crude battlefield to its entirety. The gym has already provided her with the proper tools for an aerial assault. Two sets of coils wait for the duo on the ground to attack before they can take their turn. Lafayette is ready. Nimbus is ready. Both the serperior and dragonair, poised above the opposing trio, had been lying in wait, remaining completely still. While they weren't invisible, they weren't obvious. The grass snake unwinds; Fernando's position is still in its memory. There is no warning as a TOXIC is projected at the enemy. Its partner acts next; while the mist will protect the team's status, it throws up its SAFEGUARD. The serperior is already making its way to a set safe spot, dragonair shooting the opposite direction.

Anna wouldn't allow herself to be proud, not yet. Second thoughts of allowing her sole treasure to put itself in the battle had made her uneasy; she cared too much for the Serperior to allow Fernando to twist it apart. Letting Lafayette attack was an invitation. It was her weakest point, among many.

Overcoming emotion was a task she would be plagued with for eternity.

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[zubatman]

[style=float: left; margin-right: 8px; border: 3px solid #F0EEE9; margin-bottom: 4px][/style]Fernando isn’t surprised that the Steelix is still standing, left to endure the mind numbing invasion. Anna is stubborn and she’s willing to allow the serpent to suffer if it means doing the same to him. Unfortunately, Fernando has no intentions of indulging her. Even if she’s managed to DISABLE his Gallade, the pokemon has no intention of stopping, whipping both bladed arms forward and releasing a swift PSYCHO CUT. Mindless and reactionary, the attack is aimed at the stationary Maractus before K2 is recalled, brought back to avoid the lingering effects of the status condition.

With Gallade gone, Espeon is his only defense. As cautious Fernando is, he refuses to bring about another pokemon. He’ll wait, ride out her next attack before he adapts accordingly. Patience brings about another SCREECH which, again, mindlessly bounces off Espeon’s MAGIC COAT and right back at the source. Whatever Anna’s planning isn’t going too well in her favor— Fernando is assured.

A moment of breathing room allows the Espeon to set up, concentrating and predicting an attack with FUTURE SIGHT. The target is none other than Anna herself but she won’t know it, not until it’s too late and the burst of psychic energy is knocking at her doorstep. Like Fernando, his pokemon have no qualms with dispatching any and all of their opponents. Just because humans are fragile doesn’t grant them an amnesty in battle. Everyone fights, everyone dies.

The arrival of MIST does little to dampen Fernando’s mindset. Unnatural condensation will never be thick enough to hide Anna from his prying eyes. Neither would artificial lighting, which only proves to hide Fernando’s actions as he blindly releases another pokemon. Emolga’s FLASH paints the Noctowl in a brilliant white, invisible as both of them go blind before the bird idly perches itself onto his shoulder.

“If you would?”

Fernando doesn’t specify what he wants the bird to do— he doesn’t have to. As one of his more aged pokemon, the sage owl knows how to handle itself in such situations. Experience makes it bold and the Noctowl hovers above him, flapping his wings in a hasty tempo. Alfred, unafraid of what he can’t see or prevent, begins to churn out harsh winds, aiming to defog the area with a WHIRLWIND. As for catching any pokemon in the gale is only a minor bonus, nothing that he cares about or minds. What concerns him more is the thick venom that falls onto him, soaking into his feathers and burning at his flesh.

A hoot is all it takes for Fernando to understand the situation. Something went awry and his faithful bird is hurt. Without so much as trying to assess the situation he allows another pet to surface: a bubbly Happiny. As a baby, Happiny knows that it has no field on the battlefield and for Fernando to summon her in such a situation means only one thing; they need a medic.

“Set up Bordeux.”

As commanded the Happiny sat by his foot, chiming a soothing melody of HEAL BELL to alleviate the poisoned Noctowl. With the four of them in such close proximity, Happiny had no qualms with setting up a higher field of GRAVITY throughout the gym, excluding the small spot the three of them stood in. There would be no more floating or flying for Anna, she, along with her pokemon would be thoroughly grounded.

“And surprise me.”

And with that, the Happiny finally attacks. A wave of her hands bring about a METERONOME who Alfred mimics via MIRROR MOVE. Much to Alfred’s chargin, he becomes soaked, water fluffing his wings and otherwise healing him from the TOXIC’s earlier damage. Even so, the bird is opposed to the AQUA RING, none too pleased with being wet. Happiny on the otherhand is much more satisfied with her move, pointing her hand forward and summoning a flurry of SWIFT who fire off spontaneously, twisting their trajectory to seek out the nearest foes.

[zaire]

[style=float: left; margin-right: 8px; border: 3px solid #F0EEE9; margin-bottom: 4px][/style]As of right now Anna hadn't come to close as to make a mark on Fernando's everlasting shield. She would bite her lip, hope for success, and embrace for the worse. It wasn't passive fighting, but the brawl could be much worse. She wouldn't give up, give in, so easily though. If anything Anna would prove that she was resilient enough-- that was, until she fell. Recovery was something she would hope and wait for, and until then she reminds her self that she's still standing, and that her team is very ready to continue.

The clearing mist makes her frown, but doesn't shove her hopes aside. With the moisture gone from the air the Noctowl becomes visible, and Anna gestures for the emolga to charge it with a DOUBLE TEAM, accompanied by a THUNDER. The flying squirrel pokemon is fast, but the gravity keeps its feet planted. It's an unfortunate circumstance, and Anna can only hope the electric type has an accurate aim.

If it doesn't, the dragonair, still coiled around the rafters, lets loose its own THUNDER on the owl. A double strike would surely wound it, if not bring it down. Anna is only concerned about keeping things in their proper order. Her face remains motionless, but her eyes become restless. The steelix would have been recovered enough by now, and they both know it. A second scoff of her foot on the ground causes a second rumble, but there's a delay. The steel snake has targeted something different. The happiny. The steelix emerges under the small pink pokemon, fangs bared with a FIRE FANG. If Anna had to sacrifice the steel type to rid Fernando of his nurse, she would.

Lafayette, opposite of its serpentine-partner concealed in the upper stories, does not hesitate to throw down a second TOXIC. Its target is Fernando-- Anna did not tell it to do such, but the snake is very aware that puppets are controlled by the puppeteer, and without their master, a dent is placed in their armor.

The happiny's swift is no concern of hers; her wartortle takes the hit, its defenses already raised.

The 'maractus' has taken the Gallade's hit with a grunt-- it doesn't appreciate the pain, and the psycho cut is enough for the disguised ditto to revert to its original form. Anna can only hope it serves as a minimal distraction as it TRANSFORMS into the Gallade that assaulted it.

"Mag."

She repeats the syllable, eyes locked onto the faux gallade. The kecleon takes view of the situation, noting that the gallade's focus is on the Espeon, her opponent's troublesome defense. "Go."

Her handcrafted gallade rushes the Espeon, pausing only to TELEPORT behind the psychic type. It initiates with CLOSE COMBAT-- Anna doesn't expect it to come out victorious. Magellan takes his chance, using the small window to use its SHADOW SNEAK on the Espeon, following with its own MAGIC COAT. Neither Anna or her kecleon is sure what the outcome will be, but she can only hope its something useful.

Unless it's a trap.

She wants the chameleon pokemon to use a shadow claw, but it feels too risky. She'll have to wait.

It's all she's ever done.

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[zubatman]

[style=float: left; margin-right: 8px; border: 3px solid #F0EEE9; margin-bottom: 4px][/style]The Emolga is fast but the ground isn’t its main means of transportation. It’s a glider by nature, meant to rely on the winds and as such, scurrying forward makes its intentions known. Obviously it’s going to attack, the multi-spread of doppelgangers serving as a front to hide the source. That’s fine by Fernando and he has no intention of preventing it. He’ll allow this, fully well knowing the limit of his own pokemon and already surmising that escape is neigh impossible for the Noctowl— not that it has to. His Happiny is more than happy to take one for the team and soak the THUNDER with little trouble thanks to her naturally high special defense. She may be a pet but when it comes to the thick of it, all she’s worth is a medic who can double as a meat shield. Everyone has a purpose and Fernando doesn’t accept anyone who can’t pull their own weight. She’s just happy to be of some use while her nerves shake from the tingles left by the attack.

An upfront attack proves futile but the Dragonair proves all too sneaky with her more devious approach. From above the THUNDER strikes, crippling the bird into a terrible screech. All Noctowl can do is rasp as he lays on the floor, allowing the AQUA RING to wash over his body and slowly mend his wounds. It’s a good move and Fernando can only grin in response. How long did she take to plan this out? How many times did she come out here to practice without his knowledge? An opportunity like this didn’t come around often so he’d indulge her a little more before utterly crushing her.

A second coming of the Steelix rouses his attentions and he’s quick to the draw. He isn’t sure where it’s coming from but if it attacks it’ll prove lethal to two members of his team. His initial judgment pins it on his Noctowl but as the serpent comes out, Fernando has to rely on pure reaction timing to whisk the Happiny away to the safety of its ball. The little puss ball might prove tenacious in the face of special attack but he knows all too well what’ll happen if it goes toe to toe with a physical attack; she’ll be ground into dust by the Steelix, if not swallowed whole.

With one pokemon being withdrawn another must be summoned in its stead. Fernando has been toying around with the idea of letting Anna fully showcase how far her grit can take her but this is becoming risky. He’s seen her offensive but he’s yet to let out his own. It’s time to see how she can handle defending herself and no one better suited for an all-out attack other than his Magneton. The steel type is posed above him, tilted back to better broadcast its signature attack. Doing so allows it to unknowingly soak up the TOXIC aimed at Fernando, proving to be nothing more than an annoyance to the alloyed pokemon. However, as the sludge trickles down and around Fernando, he can’t help but feels his jaw tighten. He had managed to escape the poison attack by a hair, by coincidence, by luck. He could’ve played out the scenario several different times but never would he have anticipated another attack of that caliber on himself. He’s surprised, caught off guard with the nipping of a certain feeling a the back of his head.

It isn’t fear, far from it. It’s something worst. Something he’d never think of worrying about in a situation like this. It’s negligence. Incompetence .

That budding nausea is enough for him to finally acknowledge his opponent start the front for his own offensive. A hand is raised in return and quickly pointed forwards as his lips open to let out a command.

“Noise crush.”

Words come out but they’re rendered into mere nothings as the Magneton begins to vibrate. Sound is overshadowed by the pulsations of the magnet trio as they unleash a lethal combination of SUPER SONIC, SCREENC, and METAL NOISE. SAFEGUARD protect them from confusion but that isn’t the goal of the attack; it’s to crush them in the cascade of ear-shattering static noise. Having commanded it, Fernando can barely anticipate the attack and forces himself to plug his ears, covering them with his hands to try and add another layer, and still brought to his knees as the sound continues to escape. Everything touched is tempered with its own vibrations, causing the gym equipment to quiver in response; exposed glass is shattered and left to fall aimlessly as the noise transverses as far as it can.

But there lies in one person who is completely immune to the auditory onslaught. Espeon, through the saving grace that is MAGIC BOUNCE is rendered immune to all three attack and therefore their collective as well. This leaves her open to deal with the Gallade and Keckleon appropriately as they have to deal with being pelted with the merciless screeching. Even so, Espeon isn’t spared from the CLOSE COMBAT but ready to counter with a pervasive PSYCHIC toward the knock off Gallade.

[zaire]

[style=float: left; margin-right: 8px; border: 3px solid #F0EEE9; margin-bottom: 4px][/style]It wasn't anything close to a checkmate, but seeing Fernando's slaves scatter because of her brought some sort of triumph about her. Anna would never let it last; she was smarter than that. Her emolga's failure came of no surprise-- Anna was not expecting her opponent to take such an obvious hit. Nimbus's success accredited for her own, yet the woman would still find herself worrying about the state Lafayette could find himself in any second.

The steelix's initial target may have been scooped away, but the thing was relentless, and refused to leave empty handed. The wounded noctowl would serve as its next target, the FIRE FANG seconds from crashing down on the healing bird. The steel snake was regaining its focus, and with it, Anna's confidence. Needless to say the rest of her team is busy at work for their next attack; her wartortle lets loose another MIST, shrouding the room is stat-saving vapor. The release of Fernando's magneton only makes her relax; Neptune couldn't have timed the watery haze better; the only issue now was having it last.

She had hardly noticed Lafayette's offensive sink into place; the toxic did its damage, yet Anna couldn't help but wonder what the outcome would have been if its sludge had sunken into Fernando himself. The thought made her frown, made her caution. It was a distraction-- something she couldn't afford right now.

Her steelix has chosen to recede into the depths of the torn concrete for a third time, unsure of the outcome of its attack. It wasn't fully recovered, it could have missed. Anna didn't care; the magneton would be its next target, and she knew the steel type was very aware. Statistcally she had the advantage, but Fernando was seasoned and the was bare. Faux confidence would have to push her through, and as the ear-shattering cries of the magneton carried through the gym, her fear was only heightened. MIST had absorbed the devastating effects of the screams, but the noise was still deafening. All of her team, including herself, is disabled, if only for a brief moment. Metagross's PROTECT hardly serves as cover; the noise would stick in her head for weeks.

Anna finally recalls the emolga; it's of no use here. The squirrel is replaced by a fresh Grumpig. Anything to fight against the magneton; she can't take another series of shrieks. "Tank." She can hardly hear herself, and it's then that Anna realizes she'd been doubled over.

It's a shame she won't be able to see the results of the command. Espeon's Future Sight finally hits its target, just as the Metagross lowers it protective barrier. The wave of psychic energy serves as more than enough to knock her back, her form skidding until it's stopped by the steel type's body. There's an ache through her body, she's sure she's bleeding somewhere, but Anna is in no condition to pinpoint the source. She's dazed, near delirious, in no condition to order commands to the pokemon who continue to fight, too focused on their targets to address their master. Only the two from the rafters make the mistake of dropping to ground level, retreating to their fallen leader. Both serpents know the battle might as well be over, yet they are in no place to issue the command.

The grumpig leaps toward its steel target in an attempted BULLDOZE; it doesn't care for the human in its way, and disregards the body as it easily leaps for the electrosteel type. There's no grace, no plan, only brute force; something the Steelix follows through with, lashing out of the ground for a final time with an aimed IRON TAIL. The moves are reckless, and there's nothing Anna can do about it. Her mind registers the fighting, but her body prevents her from scolding the reckless team.

On the other side of the battle, the Espeon's psychic does its damage, and the already-injured ditto falls victim to the strong burst of energy. It can only do so much, as it only admits its own defeat as it's forced back to where the rest of the injured lay. Her kecleon is quick to DISABLE the attack before it repeats the SHADOW SNEAK in hopes of knocking the psychic type out of battle for good.

Unfortunately, it doesn't yet realize its effort is in vain.

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