(ACE) The DRAGON Team

"Are ye kiddin' me lass? Ye need a prop'r plan before ye talk a mercen'ry like the lime green ass over there inta workin' fer free." Peregrine said sounding rather annoyed with her. Having every right to be on top of that, Amitiel looked over her tail tip rubs the top of her maw. She didn't quite understand that term mercenary, as she looked over at Noiz. "You're right am sorry it's just... when you're so mind set on wanting one thing and you get it, then don't know what to do after" the dragonair said now full attention back on the other female. ' Like you're self' adding quietly in her head as he cheeks turn pinker at the thought having to look away.

"God, ye are goin' ta give me a headache, lass. Either ye want us to go in and knock s'me heads, or ye want ta chick'n out, none a this 'maybe, maybe not' shit." Peregrine continued, again she was right. Amitiel just didn't want to be the reason why they got hurt or killed. Hearing that that ice demon may still be alive in here some where. "Look, I'm sorry fer raisin' me voice, yeah? But God fucking damn it lass, at least give us somethin' ta work with, ye? Gotta meet us halfway here." Amitiel nods her head, "Am sorry you're right again, I've not been the easiest to make a choice. But we're together on this now and I want to know what every one else wants to do before throwing our self's blindly at this. I Don't want others to get hurt for my goals, I don't want to be the selfish one." looking back at Peregrine feeling a little better just seeing her there.

"Amitiel, if things get bad we can retreat and come back with another plan." She looked over at Dirk who spoke up at last with something that made seance at least. " Yeah that sounds good, we can always try and bunker out in Noiz's cave if there is room and he lets us" looking back at the dragon in question now. Amitiel looked down again at the small dragon type wondering around after Clear like a lost puppy having not really interacted with anyone but Clear. He had no wings, like clear but clear could just climb up. Her near motherly concern pokes it's head up to her forefront of her mind, sighing. She would have to get Dysil to at least trust her some time. If everything went bad, would Dysil live to see her mistake. Flinching at the thought.

"For now, we scout. Amitiel you know the lay of the land, you too big bug. Stay up front and make sure we're going the right way. Dirk, bring up the middle in case we run into something. Deino can chill behind them." Looking over at Noiz who was on the same boat as Dirk now. Thus giving them a plan of action. She nods her head, not even giving a second thought her and Clear were once again being used as meat shields. "Well if anything remains how I remember it there is going to be a lot of water involved. With the water levels this high more so, so may have to swim at some places as the narrow tunnels leading deeper in are to narrow to use ah... wings. The main chamber is open and fairly large, the temple or what remains is in the middle. Am going to make a safe guess that's where it is." moving ahead near the rim of the water not wanting to go in unless it was needed.

Dysil listened to them talking, the soft voice was soft again. Following behind clears leg again as he listened to the plan. Noiz has he labeled the voice matching the near gruff deepness wouldn't even call him by his name. He didn't want to be at the back of the group, nearly walking into Clear's leg as he stopped. "Are we going to do some fighting?" Clear said. "This is our safe place. Here is safe. We had to block the cave with rocks to stop the bad things from getting in. They don't come this far but there's a lot more bad things deeper in." The small dragon nods his head, though he doesn't remember how he got into the cave Clear was the only pokemon he came across that didn't smell sick. "We should stick together to stay safe." Dysil making a small distasteful sound at having other pokemon around.

Amitiel continued ahead a slow moving serpent, coils near slipping into the cold water. Before sighing picking herself off the ground hovering just above it. 'Wings' flapping lazily keeping her afloat, moving a little quicker. " IF Arceus smiles on us today there might be some useful items inside" though again unsure of herself. The orb on her throat casting a little light as she focused some energy on it. Helping her see a few more feet ahead. " I don't want to go with these pokemon Clear... I want to stay here in safe..." moving along the back of the group listening to them. Each having different weight and smells to follow. The small dual type getting a little lost through the turns unable to keep up. Amitiel drifting up ahead a little to quick for the others to keep up. Stressed, feeling like she was the point of stress to the group. Unsure what to do, maybe she would be better off just leaving. Amitiel turned off down a path that she knew would lead her away from the group, "am sorry and vanished into the dim cave.

(Leaving post)

((OOC: Please skip me, been trying to sort out our sick cat all day and I can't concentrate for a post. Peregrine curses at Amitiel for leaving and then suggests they continue on.))

The Noivern grumbles something under his breath, unsure of what it would be if he voiced it but that it would definitely be something disapproving.
He flares his wings, resolving that even if the thought of going into the cave unnerved him he wasn't going to show it.
"Come on." He huffs and pushes against the Metagross. It's like trying to move some piece of industrial machinery but he manages to shove the metal-bodied spider forward a few shuddering steps.
"I am worried about Dysil." The Metagross points out.
Noiz sighs.
"We're friends right?" He says with a note to the word friends that belies his cheerful tone. "We're just going in to explore the cave, no need to get worried. If things get tough we'll just run away."

The Steel type blinks his massive eyes.
"Do you promise?" He asks in a low voice.
"I promise." The Noivern says seemingly with sincerity, rolling his eyes as soon as the steel type's back is turned.
Clear thinks.
He knows that this cave area is safe and the area beyond is not, he's not sure why anyone would want to go from a place that wasn't safe to place that they knew had danger. Unless they knew they could beat the danger and make the not-safe place safe? But could they? Clear isn't sure. He's just found new friends, he doesn't want them to die so quickly. Would it be better if he helped?

((OOC: Crap post, not sure what's happening regarding Ami and Dysil))

((OOC: Skip. I'll come up with a decently okay post next round. Peregrine is just following after thr group, opting to guard from behind))

With a thump that shakes dust from the walls the Metagross puts his foot down. His golden claws dig straight into the ground, leaving pockmarks in the stone. A mouth greater than Noiz thought possible opens, the steel type's entire head unhinging as a deep rumbling noise echoes up from the back of his throat.
"Dysil!" He calls out and shakes more dust from the ceiling as the large steel type's front legs hit the ground hard.
The metagross looks decidedly panicked. His red eyes flicker over the surrounding area but there is no space nearby where the tiny Deino may have hidden.
The small hiccuping sound of a pokemon about to cry sounds like a skitty meowing into a tin bath.
"Dysil is missing." The massive psychic type sobs. "Dysil was my friend."
A massive foot like a battering ram smashes into the ground. The metallic spider looks to be on the verge of breaking down. Great blobby tears run from his red eyes.

"Calm down." Noiz orders, rotating his sensetive ears to see if the Metagross's bawling has attracted any enemies. Now wasn't the time to walk into an ambush, seeing as Amitiel had apparently disappeared along with the Deino. Now was the moment when he was half tempted to bugger off on the offchance the shiny skinned Dragonair never returned but the cave's dark gloom is starting to annoy him.
The sensible thing to do would be of course to leave. Without the Dragonair here to urge them on he had no reason to get into a fight but the dark of the cave got under his skin somehow. He felt a bit afraid and when he felt a bit afraid it made him feel a lot angry.
Clear sobs, looking directly at him for guidance.
Shit, did he just become the leader of this little expedtion? Well, if it gave him an excuse to boss Bird Bitch around...
"They probably just moved ahead while we were talking.' The Noivern says to reassure him, certain the unfamiliar words sound insincere.
"He's dead.' Clear says hollowly. "When my friends leave they die. Sometimes they don't care about me anymore. Sometimes they fall asleep and wake up wrong. Then I have to stand on them like [i]squish.' His massive foot thumps the ground in demonstration.

They were just going to go around and around in circles like this. With a groan, Peregrine dropped off from the back of the group, turning to glance over her shoulder at Noiz. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she regarded the shiny, but there was nothing she could do if he was going to lead them. There was no way that the shiny would let her gather followers like that. Curling her lip under the mask, Peregrine fantasized about killing off the shiny once and for all. While the bat had the strength advantage, Peregrine had the speed.

Humming quietly to herself, the Noivern half opened one wing to check the lime green membrane. Her golden eyes traced over the few scars and cuts, and the bat's gaze narrowed slightly. Clicking her tongue in disapproval, the Noivern stretched the wing, before moving it back to where she could walk on it. With a shake of her head, Peregrine moved back up to where the group had travelled ahead to. The voices of the others were drowned out by the bat's thoughts as she looked over each of the gathered pokemon.

The only one who would pose a possible threat would be Clear. That Metagross will be a pain to take down. She thought, before a cruel grin spread underneath her mask. But, if I can get him on my side, then they are going to be invaluable against the others here. Her golden gaze flickered over to Dirk. The Druddigon would be the easiest to get under her claw. They were drawn to protect others, from what she had observed. Parting her jaws slightly, Peregrine swiped her tongue over her teeth, feeling the sharp points. The sudden taste of iron told the masked bat that she had nicked her tongue on one of her teeth. Savouring the taste for a few moments, Peregrine moved back to stand beside Dirk. May as well join back into the conversation.

Lowering her head to be level with Dirks, Peregrine whispered quietly, "Are ye dead set on tryin'a protect me or somethin'? Because if that's true, surely ye can't stand Noiz calling me all those names, aye?" A grin formed under her mask. "Give 'im a piece of yer mind, lad. I don't know about ye, Dirk, but those names tha bastard calls me can get quite offensive." She purred, before moving back away to where she could see if the Druddigon would go through with it.

"See, your friend is fine." Noiz tells the metagross, not sure if he believes the Druddigon is telling the truth but grateful for an excuse to get moving. He is itching for battle now, even though he's not sure what an itch actually feels like. Enough talking, he had already gone this far and he wasn't going to leave until he'd had a fight that made him feel alive.
He shoves the Metagross forwards. It's like trying to push over a crane and Clear doesn't budge an inch but the steel type at least notices the pressure and starts to move forwards.
It's slow going but walking behind Clear is as good as walking behind a wall and that cheers Noiz up considerably.
The steel type's feet thud down with every step in a solid but steady rhythm like the pounding pistons of some industrial machine and it's easy enough to dismiss it as background noise.
It may not be the best position for fleeing but being behind a thick sheild is just as good and this way he can keep and eye, or more accurately an ear, on Peregrine's actvities...

Clear walks with a mechanical slowness. One part of his segemented brain is devoting itself entirely to navigating, moving the four limbs that were once seperate bodies in sync with each other. One of them had been called Clear back when he was merely a Beldum. Now the collective of four had that name.
The thud of his feet on the ground was solid. He had perfect geographical positioning according to grandpa. He only had to walk through a place once and he remembered it exactly. One foot thuds down, swivels in it's socket and raises again.
He isn't sure where the bat dragon wants to go...
The thought niggles at him. The bat dragon had told him to get moving and because he was polite and didn't want to block the way he had started walking. They had walked out of the safe place. Bad things were here. They were going to meet some and then they would fight. That's as far as Clear's thoughts ran. Trying to judge which of their new friends would survive just made them sad.
Thud.
His foot thumps down and his red eyes pick out movement in the shadows. There is something fluttering under a stalactite, it's shadow making the shadow of the rock larger.
"Don't stand under that rock." He warns, indicating the rock in question by raising a yellow claw.

The Noivern's eyes go to the indicated rock. There is indeed something fluttering around it. As a cave dweller his golden eyes easily peirce the shadows around the stalactite's base.
A Zubat.
He snorts.
The tiny blue bat pokemon were weak. Their only strength came in their ability to swarm an opponent and overwhelm them with numbers. In the past this had only been a minor annoyance to other pokemon that lived in the caves; the swarm left alone any long term dweller that could repell them. These days the things got suicidal. Not even fire would stop them trying to rush them. This was clearly a moment that required delicacy and tact.
The shiny noivern opens his mouth and squeaks. The sound is at a high pitch, only the other Noivern in the cave and the Zubat sound hear it. The tiny flying type beats its wings, trying to locate the source of the sound and bouncing into the wall.
It flies closer to the center of the cave where everyone can see the purple of its wings extending across its body and the damage that has been done to it's ears.

((OOC: Please skip, the messages weren't working for me and I can't think straight))

The Noivern walks past the confused Zubat still trying to find the source of his call.
"This one is a scout, there'll be more up ahead." He points out to the rest of the group. "Keep an eye on the ceilings, they like to hide by rocks and drop on whoever walks underneath them. If you don't attention you could get bit then I have to remove something."
There not a hint of emotion in his voice, he speaks like lopping off limbs to prevent infection is something he does or at least sees every day. There is no doubt that if it comes to it he will do it.
The shiny rolls his golden eyes at the Druddigon's comment but manages to hold his tongue for now. While usually he wouldn't care enough about the others opinion to hold his tongue right now his concerns were on where the rest of the zubat and golbat swarm were.
It was morning, they would have filtered back from their night time flight into the caves but if there were scouts still out they couldn't be too far away.
Noiz views the murky water with derision. There could be all kinds of filth in there and he didn't know Surf.
"Swim if you want, I'm going to fly." He flexes his wings and leaps in the air.

Clear surveys the water's edge. It's just a small puddle across the ground, he isn't sure what about it is so bad that his new friend has to fly. With care he raises one massive foot and steps down in the water. It flows up to his claws but not past the silvery band around the top of his foot.
Splash.
He shivers like scaffolding in a strong wind.
"Cold!" He yelps.
Indeed, the cold cave water is freezing against his metallic shell. He raises his foot and another splashes down in the water. In a spiderlike fashion he raises one limb and another splashes down in the water.
He laughs like a child.
"Splish splash~" He half sings, playing in the puddle and giggling to himself.
The water drips off his golden claws as he splashes around until the cold liquid is dripping off his metallic shell. He shakes to get the cold liquid into his joints. Cold water was good for cooling him down. It stopped his brains from overheating.

Ooc)) skip Dirk stays quiet for the time being.

Noiz lands on the other side of the puddle with a soft 'fwump' sound of folding wings. His large ears flick irritably, the sensitive red membrane picking up with ease the sounds echoing in the confined space.
"Cut that out." He snaps, turning to look back at the Metagross. Dripping water the large psychic type manages to look sheepish with a face like a steel trap.
"]What if something hears you and attacks?!" The shiny Noivern hisses at him. "Do you want us to get attacked?!"
"Sorry." The Metagross rumbles, feet thudding against the ground as he walks out of the puddle.
The shiny dragon very carefully does not mention that anything that could have heard him splashing would also have heard the pound of his massive feet as he turns his golden eyes on the darkness ahead.
"Come on." He flicks a wing, crawling on all fours to use the berry blue claws for grip on the mossy, wet cave floor. Urgh, the dampness here was really gross. The moss kept coming away in his claws, leaving the pale green skin a more hideous dark shade. It was a pity there was no space for them to fly but from what he could tell the damp would only get worse. He might have to swim after all. Noiz considers what would happen if Peregrine found out he couldn't swim and shudders internally. Even though the rocks were damp and slippery the shiny Noivern digs his claws in, creeping along the walls so the larger pokemon following behind had more space.

Clear slumps dejectedly, his feet still moving at their mechanically measure pace but his round body sunk lower between them on his sockets. His bright eyes scan the water smoothed ground instead of the cave ahead.
He just wanted to have a bath, the green bat dragon didn't have to be mean to him. His large foot thumps down.
Why was it bad to want to get water on him? The cave water came from underground, it was even clean for drinking. It wasn't like he was getting dirty.
Clear pauses with one foot raised, looking up to see the direction that the green bat dragon was crawling in.
Oh no.
"Don't go that way!" He calls out, his voice high pitched with panic.
Noiz ignores him and the thud, thud, thud of massive metal feet gets louder and faster as the Metagross hurries to catch up to him.
"We can't go this way." He reaches out a claw to grab the bat dragon's wing.
"Why not?" The shiny Noivern pulls back, his lips twisting in a sneer.
"Because!" The shiny metagross wails in despair. "The bad bats are here. They'll find us if we keep going this way."
"Do you even know where we are?" The green bat dragon mocks but his large ears flutter. Somewhere not too far in the distance is the sound of unfolding wings and the sound is drawing closer.

After a few moments of silence, Dirk seemed to gather the courage to address the shiny Noivern. "Noiz, can you please not call Peregrine bird bitch. I find it insulting." Quietly snickering beneath her mask, Peregrine grinned, her glowing eyes sliding along the holes in her mask to watch as Noiz practically ignored the Druddigon. The Noivern's grin grew a little wider. Perfect, the pieces were falling into place easily... Surveying Noiz, Peregrine watched as her rival made his way down the tunnels.

"Don't stand under that rock." Looking up to the ceiling, Peregrine's golden stare easily pierced the darkness and honed in on a small zubat above them. Peregrine's ear flicked as she heard Noiz snort, then emit a high-pitched chirp that was directed at the bat above them. "What are you doing Noiz?" Glancing to the side, Peregrine figured that Dirk could't hear the pitch Noiz was hitting, so she just ignored him, instead focusing on watching the Zubat fly down, it's ears damaged beyond repair from the high pitch assaulting it's eardrums. "I never thought that Noiverns can produce that kind of noise." Chuckling, the Noivern grinned at Dirk. "Ah, t'is nothing. Noivern like meself and Noiz ova' there can hit much high'r pitches than that." She said, before leaning over to Dirk and whispering to the Druddigon, "Though, between you and me, lad, if Noiz tried ta go any higher than that he'd have ta bust somethin' down below, and not in a good way."

With that, Peregrine chuckled and moved away, opting to stay behind the group where she was sure Noiz - or anyone else - would backstab her. "This one is a scout, there'll be more up ahead." Peregrine sighed. She knew all this already. Yeah, yeah. Get on with it Noiz. She thought, rolling her eyes. "Keep an eye on the ceilings, they like to hide by rocks and drop on whoever walks underneath them. If you don't attention you could get bit then I have to remove something." Coughing to cover up a laugh, Peregrine grinned slightly. "Awh Noiz, if I didn't know any better, I'd say ye were gettin' sentimental." She snickered, looking up ahead where there was a relatively large body of water.

"Guess its time to get a little wet." Observing the water, Peregrine moved her tail around to test the depth. It wasn't too deep, but it wasn't shallow enough that she could just walk across. She'd have to wade over. "Swim if you want, I'm going to fly." Eyeing Noiz suspiciously, Peregrine's eyes narrowed. Why couldn't Noiz just swim over? Clear moved past the Noivern, stepping into the water. It only just came up to the end of his golden claws, and Peregrine was pretty sure she could wade through that. "Cold!" Or not. If it was cold, that would slow her down and the Noivern would have to spend more time trying to warm up afterwards. A loud splash caught Peregrine's attention and she turned to glare at Clear, who was playing around in the water. "Splish splash~"

Narrowing her eyes, Peregrine growled lowly. That idiot would attract every undead in this cavern like that! "Cut that out." For once, Peregrine agreed with Noiz. Almost at once, the Metagross stopped. Taking the chance, Peregrine jumped onto the mossy rocks along the wall, sinking her claws into the cracks and crevasses in order to clamber to the other side, landing firmly by gripping into the moss. "What if something hears you and attacks?!" Shaking out her scales, Peregrine shook off any stray moisture, before running her claws through the white fur at her chest in an attempt to smooth it down. "Do you want us to get attacked?!" The shiny's hiss was enough to send the large steel type into submission, the silver and gold Metagross somehow managing to bashfully look away. "Sorry."

"Come on." With that, Peregrine followed Noiz as the shiny travelled down the caverns. It wasn't long before Clear stopped them once again. "Don't go that way!" Sighing, Peregrine turned to face Clear, her eyes burning with irritation and annoyance. "We can't go this way." Gritting her teeth, Peregrine flicked her ear around, checking for anything nearby. "Why not?" The irritation in Noiz's voice was evident, and Peregrine found herself grinning under her mask, trying to think up scenarios where she could use that to overthrow Noiz. "Because!"

Clear's indignant argument snapped the Noivern from her daydreaming, her ears twitching as she heard something nearby. It was coming closer, whatever it was. "The bad bats are here. They'll find us if we keep going this way." Bad bats? The Zubat and Golbat? Peregrine snorted. Those things weren't that much of a problem. "Do you even know where we are?" While Noiz and Clear argued, Dirk seemed to of picked up on what was coming as well. "I think we just woke something up and it doesn't sound to happy with us in its territory." Looking down the cave where the sound was coming from, Peregrine's ears swivelled towards it. "How close are they Noiz?"

"I ain't Noiz, but I can give ye a estimate. Less than five minutes. If that." She said, her golden eyes piercing the darkness to find their opponents. It seemed they were going to get a fight after all. Peregrine's blood-red claws flexed in preparation for the oncoming battle. A grin spread under her mask. This was going to be fun.

The Noivern tenses himself against the cave wall, flattening his body and flaring his ears. The faint whispering rustle of many flapping wings, the sound almost like the wind through the trees of a forest, wasn't far away. It was morning, the sun had risen and the foul bats were likely roosting for the night. They could have probably avoided them altogether if they weren't making so much noise and, not that he would acknowledge this, he hadn't been leading them in the direction of the roosting chamber.
Sound carried well here, well enough that they'd be coming towards the source of the sound like a bat of hell (pardon the pun).
"Get ready." He growls, the curt order the only acknowledgement he's going to give to the others cluttering the cave behind him. Bird Bitch could fend for herself and the others he didn't particularly care about.
The sound of wings is growing louder now, loud enough that those without the enhanced hearing the Noivern's used in the hunt could hear it.
Noiz builds up the flammable oil generated in his throat pouch, the ruff of white fur bulging. To anything with cave eyes the shapes are starting to be visible now, misshapen silhouettes in the deeper gloom of the cave ahead.
Noiz draws back his head and spits his flamethrower into the cave ahead, setting the undead suicidal enough to fly through it ablaze and completely ruining the dark vision of anyone who had been looking in that direction.

Clear crouches. His red eyes scan the cave up ahead for movement. With two solid thumps of his large feet he hunkers down into a brace position.
The first of the bats is in view now, it darts towards him with murder in it's tiny red eyes.
Then the cave is filled with fire.
The hot dry heat billows around his metallic body and he yelps in fear and surprise, scrambling backwards like a cockroach away from the light.
"Fire!"
The large psychic type's foot slips in the puddle had just walked through and with his yelp rising in pitch his legs go in different directions. There is a splash and most of the cold cave water lands squarely on Noiz, extinguishing the Flamethrower attack and most of the golbats he had managed to set on fire. A few dart around like blazing beacons, alight but uncaring of their burns. Others are soaked enough for the strategy to not work again.
The metagross tries to scramble away from the burning lights, his eyes wide with shock.

Peregrine's ears twitched. They were coming. A chuckle sounded from deep within the Noivern's throat as she lifted her head up, the bottom of her head visible along with her grin that was almost ear-to ear as she opened her jaws, charging an orb of draconic energy in her open mouth. Rearing up onto her hind legs, Peregrine opened her wings, the tips bending inwards towards her in order to shield her neck and stomach. Pressing her tail flat to the ground, Peregrine knelt slightly, her mask illuminated by the orb in her jaws.

"Get ready." Around the Dragon Pulse in her jaws, Peregrine grinned, her mouth curving upwards into a cruel grin as she lifted a wing claw up to shift her mask up, her eyes tilting down to stare at Dirk. The glowing golden orbs hesitated on the Druddigon for a moment, avoiding the flash of fire. As soon as it had cleared, the Noivern shot her Dragon Pulse, not giving the attacking horde time to rest as she followed up that same attack with another Dragon Pulse. "Fire!" Jumping over Clear, the female Noivern landed beside Noiz, pulling her mask back down over her nose as she glance at him. Were they going to make this a competition? A grin spread under her mask. No harm in a friendly competition, right?

"Sir Clear, be brave these foul bats shall feel the sting of defeat." Well, she had to agree with that. Peregrine's claws shimmered green with an X-Scissor, and she jumped onto the wall, rebounding to land on top of Clear, Her red and purple claws not denting the steel types hard shell as she prepared to jump at the bats. "Just hold still, lad." She said, taking aim and jumping off Clear's metallic body towards the oncoming horde, where she had her wings crossed, the tips glowing silver as she slashed forwards with a Steel Wing, decapitating a zubat and amputating a golbat's wing. Then, the Noivern used her X-Scissor to slash through another three zubat before clearing a path back with a Dragon Pulse.

Once she was back beside Noiz, Peregrine barked out a laugh. She had been itching to sink her claws into something, and this was a perfect opportunity. "Noiz, Peregrine, do we got a plan or do we draco meteor these zubats?" Draco Meteor? The Noivern grinned, but shook her head. "Heh, fire away if ye want lad, I'm just having fun while gettin' through these shit-for-brains." She said, backing off to stand just to the left of Dirk.

((OOC: Not feeling well, skip for now))

((OOC: Skip. I just posted, and I have nothing new to work with.))

Noiz rolls around in the thick of it, ignoring the burn marks starting to form along his arms as he bats away the burning bat and stomps hard on their skulls to burst them. Flames pour from his mouth is a continuous stream as he screeches at a pitch that could only be heard by himself, Peregrine and the undead Zubats.
Already he is bleeding, small cuts streaking the fine skin of his wings with blood from where an Air Cutter has scraped across his shoulders and nearly severed the muscle.
His pupils are fully dilated as he swings in a wild rage, not caring at how his knuckles crack and bruise.
"Draco Meteor huh?" His ears flick, picking up on the only word he finds interesting in the sentence. He rears up fully, inflating his throat massively.
Draco Meteor had been a hard move to learn. It had been the last technique he was taught before he evolved to a Noivern, when his trust of his trainer had been at it's highest. He had been so proud when he learnt it; the strongest Dragon Type Move.
Noiz throws back his head and emits a wave of sound that resonates with the rocks of the cave and imbues them with haloes of bright energy as they fall with a series of loud crashes. A golbat is swatted from the sky by a falling lump of stone and splatters like a trodden on ketchup packet all over the cave floor.
The attack is over zealous however and soon larger chunks of rock start to fall unheeded from the ceiling.

Clear's red eyes widen as the rocks start to tumble down.
"Go back!" He yells above the grinding and shifting of rock above and waves his front limbs frantically at the other two.
Noiz is still ahead, apparently oblivious to the fact the cave is collapsing around his head. A feral snarl of a grin is clear on the green dragon's face and he grabs an undead zubat in both claws and tears it apart. The ceiling has been drastically weakened by the rock fall and the cracks are already spreading.
With a burst of heroic energy the Metagross dives forwards and enfolds the dragon in his metallic arms just as with a final loud CRACK the cave wall gives up the ghost and collapses entirely. Dust billows into the air, falling rocks bounce all around him and the Metagross squeezes his eyes shut to block out the dust until the noise stops.
The cave-in has blocked off the ground behind them with a solid wall of rubble it'll be some work to dig through. Clear unfolds his arms, letting a dust and blood-smeared Noivern fall to the ground.
The green scaled dragon snaps sulkily at him and licks up a smear of red with his tongue. The undead have retreated as the cave went down.
"What do we do now?" The Metagross paws listlessly at the pile of fallen rocks.
"Can't go back so we go forward." The Noivern spits out a glob of mingled blood, saliva and stone dust before crawling off deeper into the tunnel with no heed for the many bleeding scratches all over him.
Clear looks to the pile of collapsed rubble to the Noivern's retreating tail. His four brains make a snap decision and with a series of rhythmic thuds he sets off after the dragon.

((OOC: Leaving post))