(ACE) The FARAWAY Team

It had some effect, as Katyusha and her companions observed on the large undead roared and thrashed as their attacks landed. Dark, contaminated blood sputtered from opened wound along the water type's side...though, with how littered with blood...how much of it the gyrados' own?...to the fox it all just appeared to blend together. The effect of their attacks provided little comfort and little time for relief as the mouth of the beast brimmed with the energy of a hyper beam. Then suddenly, the earth beneath her paws was shuttering once again. It hit behind her and her companions--tearing up trees, brush, and the very earth itself. The force of it was almost enough to knock the ninetales off her paws. The only thing keeping her upright being her claws which dig painfully tight into the ground below.

She has a chance to remember to breath as the gyrados must recharge, but all too quickly she notices it charging another attack. Water streams together and spirals around the mangled tail of the water-type. Katyusha has always considered it beautiful. How water-types can summon the sparkling liquid and bend it to their will. Often, in the process shifting the finicky element into fluid designs that reflect the sun so wonderfully...here it only reflects the blood coating the undead. Then, it attacks. Coming at them at full-force with enough power to smack all of them clean into the air. At the last minute, Katyusha attempts to summon her substitute to absorb the blow-

THUNK! Mid-process the decaying, moving meat slaps her so hard the breath had just taken is forced from her lungs. All paws leave the ground and only gouges where her claws had dug in and dragged remain where she had been. Pain and adrenaline sear through her flying form. The only thing her racing mind can register as the world literally and figuratively spins around her is how nose-burning the stench of decay and rot is.

Javolt pricks up his golden ears. His back arches and his stubby claws dig into the dirt. He is practically trembling with excitement, even as the ache runs through his bones. He was on the hunt again.
Inclining his muzzle towards the purple ghost type he grins, showing his sharp and yellowed teeth. His fading fur stands up on end like a coat full of needles and around him is the sensation of dropping air pressure and the electric smell of ozone. The skies nearby start to darken with thunderclouds, as if the Electric Type has summoned a storm to follow him into battle. Around the stiff crest of fur that clung to his head like a helmet sparks crackle.
One ice is blank blue ice, the other is as cold and vengeful as the ninth circle of hell.
The circular badge pinned to his collar catches the last rays of the dying sun as he leaps forwards out of the clearing.
Dead leaves shred under his paws as he charges forwards. Taking a firm grip on the massive trunk of a tree with bark stripped from one side he leaps.
His paws hit ground cleared of trees. The layer of dry leaves has been torn away, leaving damp earth covered in splinters behind. Shattered branches, falling leaves, torn turf and in the middle of it a writhing foul worm.
Javolt pushes off the ground. His muscles ache with the strain but he corners as fast as he can manage. His bones audibly crack as he opens his mouth wide. Blackened gums draw back from sharp yellow fangs now sparking with enough electricity to stun a Kangaskhan. Sparks fly over his fur and light the strange madness in his eyes. Blood coats dull blue scales. It's a near black sludge seeping from wounds it is impossible to tell how recent.
"Decease and desist!" He howls before clamping his teeth down on the dull scales.
He feels them shattered under his teeth at the same time he discharges enough electricity through the bite to cauterize the undead flesh and send spasms down whatever nerves were still intact.

((Permission for the Thunderfang to hit given by Nightfall))

It had worked. The Ninetails was sent spinning through the air like a ragdoll. Lyzria coiled, lowering herself to the ground and baring her fangs. Pink saliva dripped from her dagger-like teeth. Then, quick as a flash, she sprang upwards towards her prize, her mouth open and ready to snatch the Fire-type out of the air and crunch her bones to dust.

But a painful jolt shot its way up Lyzria's body from her tail right up to her head. She screamed in pain, her massive body landing with a thunderous crash as she turned to find a Manectric clamping its teeth into her hide. The Gyarados's blazing eyes narrowed as they latched onto the Electric-type, a shiver running up her scales as an old memory surfaced: pain like never before from a spark of lightning; the only thing capable of ever hurting her.

Lyzria reared her ugly head and screamed her fury at the sky before lunging for the hound, her rotting brain screaming at her to remove the threat; the obstruction to her precious blood. She snapped her jaws wildly as she surged across the ground, screeching out her hatred for the Pokemon that had dared to oppose her. That had hurt her.

"DIIIIIIIIIE!"

He seems to of gotten not only the Manectric's attention but also his interest. Excellent. "I, Inspector Javolt, officially declare a murder investigation to be ended only when the murderer is charged and executed." A dark grin creeps along the Ghost Types muzzle, peaking at the corners so his newly evolved and stronger teeth may be seen. "If you will offer your assistance civilian your aid would be appreciated in recovering the remaining witnesses." Go back to that shit-show? The fun in this suddenly leaves but the Phanteon keeps a level head. Maybe there was still fun to be had. Hell, there was a battle going on. That could be really fun. "Of course, though we better hurry." With that the pair goes tearing of through the trees.

Its easy for the Phanteon to retrace his steps despite the now much darker path. It wreaked of his scent and blood still as well as being utterly coated in claw marks and other signs that he had left. Im such a mess. He thinks with a soft chuckle to himself. Fuck it! The others could of easily found him if they wanted to. Now, it was his turn to find them. And oh boy, you're not going to want to find me~ But as the roars and screams of the nearby battle come to ear the spirit realizes the gang have much bigger concerns right now.
Rounding the last bend the vulpine much leap to clear craters and chunks of broken trees. The hell was going on over here? Suddenly the joke he mad earlier isnt a joke. They really might not be alive anymore. The Phanteon flicks his gaze forward to be enlightened of not only the beast but that Inspector Javolt was already on the case, "Decease and desist!"


The attacks hit but any joy that should of come was lost as the Gyarados went on a rampage. There is just long enough for her to notice the glow of an attack before the ground behind her explodes, tossing the young Vaporeon forward. She rolls across the chewed-up ground, scales catching on all the exposed roots and stones. The Substitute manages to catch a lot of the debris propelled her way, preventing more damage then what was already done before it dissolved into nothingness. She never really had much strength to give anyway. Hazily blinking her aqua eyes open the youth forces herself back to her paws, body aching with smears of blood along it. Bright patches of orange appear before her eyes even clear, the itch in her scales send the panic to her brain before the word even registrars. Oh no, not fire!

With the trees ablaze the darkness is broken, the hideous condition of the Gyarados now even more apparent in the orange light. Disgusting blotched skin thick with wounds and dark, foul blood.. TinyDragon fears she will be sick. Why is a Gyarados even on land...?! Blinking her eyes the next thing to flash past them is bluish-blackish water and sodden grey pelt. "Ka'yusaa!" She wails, shrinking down low. No no no no no! She had to do something not Katyusha! The beast is lunging forward, it was gonna-! Spinning on the spot the Bubble Jet Pokemon claws up pawful and pawful of the broken and splintering soil, praying her Sand Attack could blind or distract the serpent for at least a moment. But, it failed.. The flecks of dirt hardly made any altitude and didnt even come close to the undeads head. No.. Instincts take over and the Vaporeon looks away, eyes slamming shut to prevent the image from staining her retinas.

The anxiety of waiting is too much and the aqua spheres force themselves open to an even more frightening sight- Lone was back, a dark grin staring her right in the face and he stands so casually before her. Lone..! How-
"Miss me, sweetheart?" He sneers though the female keeps the same blank, horrified look. She didnt even say anything. What a dumb broad. Looking around the Phanteon is more disappointed then anything. "Where the fuck did the fire come from?" He grumbles, board eyes glazing over the flames. The Gyarados roars and reels for Javolt. "For fucks sake.." Racing forward that damn Houndoom catches his eye. Fuck that guy. A fresh wave of anger pulses through his veins. Goddamn did he hate that Houndoom. Running shoulder first he aims his Frustration straight for the undeads skull. At least it was good for something.

A sudden flash of electricity, screaming, blood, charred flesh...it all happens so fast it doesn't register for Katyusha as she flies through the air, vulnerable and one solid chomp away from having her story end. But at the last moment, as the beast was lunging for her it's focus changed. It's jaws fell off course sending the ninetales falling hard into what remained of the treeline. Thankfully immune to the flames that lick at her fur on the way down thanks to flash fire, the vulpine escapes death with a solid coat of bruises. Stunned and wheezing, the fox struggles to get back onto her paws as fear surges through her veins. That thing was coming that thing was going to kill them all...

Finally upright with all four paws on the ground the fog begins to lift from the fire pokemon's mind. Sending one shake through her fur in an attempt to clear the rest of it. Dirt, leaves, and other debris littering her dirted coat being flung about in the process. "DIIIIIIIIIE!" The cry chills to the bone causing the fox to shake her fur out once more. The beast was not looking at any of them though...a Manectric had appeared--it's fangs firmly burrowed into the undead's hide. "Miss me, sweetheart?" As if they did not already have enough on their plate...

Katyusha turns, wide eyed and shocked to find the phanteon had returned. Had they not originally gone out here to find him? Gritting her teeth to suppress any pained noises as she limps towards the pair. He was not going to get any of them...! Every step sent jolt of pain and discomfort through her form. Scrapes she had not the time to treat nor find the location of dripped blood and mixed with the debris that stubbornly clung to her that her shakes could not remove. Before she can get halfway over the ghost charges off, heading into the heart of the battle. "Tinydragon...!" Katyusha yells breathlessly. "Are...are you okay?" She asks as she finally arrives at the other vulpine's side, grasping for breath.

The scarred Manetric half dances across the ground in an effort to keep his bite secured. The gigantic serpent thrashes wildly though whether bloodlust or pain drove its desperate spasms was hard for Javolt to decide. Still sending enough current to keep the wound's edges burnt shut and prevent the foul blood from oozing into his mouth Javolt draws strength for another attack.
The crisp smell of ozone grows, almost enough to clean the air of the scent of rotting meat. Tiny worms of static crawl across his stiffly spiked fur. Above him a hazy mist thickens and begins to darken into a broiling storm cloud.
Even though his jaw was aching and the cloying smell of rot was inches from his nose Javolt held on as tightly as he could.
There was nothing but the hiss of static from his collar. With a muffled snarl Javolt increases his bite. His legs are only touching the ground at random intervals as the serpentine Water Type tries to twist around enough to bite him. Teeth nearly as long as he was snap close to his dangling hind legs.
Without fear Javolt bites down harder until he feels his teeth break through the charred meat then lets the undead's own violent convulsion throw him clear of the danger. It snaps its teeth shut on air.
"DIIIIIIIIIE!" It hisses as it slides along the ground like a blind serpent.
With static sparks buzzing around his fur Javolt howls wordless defiance at the bloody-mouthed thing with its lolling tongue.
The sky above boils with growing energy. A few thin tendrils of light crackle in the darkening patch of cloud. The rest of the night sky is clear enough to see the tiny sparks of emerging stars but directly over the Gyrados's head is thunderclouds.
"Face me!" He roars in it's face, body braced solidly for any attack.
A flicker of light flares between the clouds and a tremendous boom of air being split wrings over the clearing.
"FACE ME!" Javolt roars again and forces the energy he had been building in his body towards his target.
Feeling the shift the energy in the clouds discharges in an attempt to equalize itself.
In less than a hundredth of a second tiny pathways of light scramble downwards searching for the way to the ground. One finds it and all the electrical energy pours forth at once, following the path in a searing white column of pure power.
There is a crack then a boom as it forces aside the air itself then, as the light fades, the air comes rushing back.

((OOC: Whether the Thunder attack hits or not is up to you Night))

"Face me!" her prey yelled, his words now meaning nothing to the Gyarados's decomposed brain. All she knew was that his tone of voice indicated anger. Lyzria narrowed her fiery eyes; how dare he oppose her. She snarled as she neared him, opening her massive jaws wide, ready to scoop him up and crush him like a grape.
"FACE ME!" the Manectric roared again, not budging an inch as the enormous serpent barreled towards him. Why wasn't he running? This had never happened to Lyzria before - prey always ran and screamed and cried whenever she attacked. What made this gathering of morsels any different?

But the sky was changing, darkening, and Lyzria heard the familiar rumble of thunder. A distant instinct, a memory, flashed into what was left of her mind. Thunder, bright light and pain.

No more pain.

Lyzria reared at the last minute, her head close enough to the dog to be able to smell his beating heart. Her body swerved, spraying a cloud of dirt and debris onto the Manectric as she slithered away from the attack, her eyes narrowing at the light as it intensified and then finally faded. The Gyarados grinned, glaring down at the hound from her immense full height. A deep gurgle - what remained of a laugh - echoed from her throat.

"Weak."

The trees around her were ablaze, but the heat merely delivered a tingle to Lyzria's dead scales. Her nostrils flared, identifying a new scent even through the smoke. New meat. Her head whipped round, her eyes latching onto a startled-looking Zigzagoon hiding in a bush. She sniffed again, the scent of the small Pokemon's blood energizing her. The Gyarados sneered.

"Meat." With a deafening roar she lunged for the Normal-type. Even through all this, nature was still kind enough to her to offer her an easy alternative.

Well what a grand entrance this was. The Gyrados swerved away from his attack, focus locked on the Manectric to the point that the Ghost Type didn't even exist. Slowing to a sharp halt the anger that fueled his attack faded as Lone forgot about the Hound and sneered at the undead. "Well then," If there was one thing he had learned in his pathetic life it was that he didn't like to be ignored.
The Insepctor was doing a good job keeping its attention at least. "FACE ME!" Electricity flashes from above him, the light pollution from the fire weakening its intensity. Figures, you'd think something as tall as a Gyarados would act as a good lightening rod. Shaking the useless thoughts away the Phanteon lets his irritation return. Teeth grinding against themselves as he growls, "What is it love, am I not tasty enough for you?" Though he doubts he will get any sort of response from the worthless creature.

"Tinydragon...!" A spectral ear flickers at the hard fought sound. "Are...are you okay?" A crimson gaze sweeps back toward the Ninetales and he notes the name. The Bubble Jet Pokemon still has the same blank fearful look as though she was at a complete loss. Idiot. "Meat." The Gyarados roars and strikes. His back to the creature, unable to see what it was going for now, Lone dismisses all interest from it. Well if youre going to ignore me anyway. Sauntering back toward his favorite Vaporeon the sleazy grin returns to his bloody cheeks. "She's fine!" With a quick sweep the male wraps a foreleg over her shoulders and pulls the Water Type close. "In fact, she's so fine were gonna need her as soon as this shit storm is over." Blunt claws a closer to her scales, "Hope thats alright with ya~" Like she had a choice. His eyes narrow at the Fire Type, glinting, "You too, Fluffy."


Lone was back! The thought will not leave, the shock too real for her. Between his arrival and the fight TinyDragon was losing all perception. The smoke was starting to become too much, disorientating what was left of both her sight and smell. Eyes watering she could barely watch the Phanteon's words, only grabbing that he needed her for.. Legends know what. The soft touch of his fur was unnervingly comforting against her itchy dry scales. No no no. Tugging away from him she backpedals until her long, thick tail touches something, probably an overturned tree, and stops her.

The Phanteon was here, which meant he was okay but right now she couldn't think about that. She had to relax, focus, pay attention to what was around her before she completely lost it. Taking in a deep breath to calm herself the youth is struck with a bout of coughing from the smoke-filled air. Get it together.. Shaking her head out TD looks to Katyusha, relief flooding her veins that she was both alive and standing. Thank the legends.. Thats one worry off her mind. "Are oo okay, Ka'yusa?" She asks with concern, unaware that the Ninetales had asked her the same thing not a moment before. "How original." Lone scoffs with an unamused grunt.

Everything was a blur to the Houndoom. One moment he was attacking, the next, well, the Gyrados was hit with something and it's attention diverted. Rokai took a breath, panting as he caught his breath. What in the world was he thinking?! They can't beat this thing, it was going to murder them all! "Face me!" Who was that? A new voice drifted into his ears and Rokai forced himself to his paws - he didn't even remember falling down. His emerald eyes look towards the Manectric, hope lighting before his eyes. They had help! Maybe they weren't doomed after all? "FACE ME!" The hound winced at the loud roar, but a rumble from above dragged his gaze towards the great black cloud that was forming. Thunder... He thought, looking back at the Gyrados.

The wicked thunderbolt came crashing down, and Rokai had to turn away from the bright light. When he turned back however, the Gyrados still stood. The hound sagged, and a devastated whine escaped him. "No..." He whispered, his emerald eyes going wide as he watched the Gyrados laugh. "Weak." Rokai looked around for anything that could be of use anything that could help them. "Dios mío!" Rokai's spirit's dropped and his head swiveled to face the Zigzagoon at the same time as the Gyrados's did. "No!" He barked out, his eyes wild as he looked over at the Gyrados. "Meat."

Rokai's paws were moving before he got the thought processed in his mind. He propelled himself towards the Normal Type, glancing over at the advancing Gyrados. He slowed down so he wouldn't barrel them over. He carefully picked them up so as not to hurt them, holding firmly onto the spiny fur. It hurt his jaws but he had more things on his mind at that moment. He rocketed off, jumping away from the line of fire from the Gyrados. His heart thundered in his chest as he ran for cover, careful not to hurt the Zigzagoon. When Rokai was sure they were out of danger, He carefully put the Zigzagoon down. "Are you okay? I... I'm sorry if I startled you." He said, looking around. His eyes fell on a familiar purple form and he froze. Looking down at the Zigzagoon. "Please, stay here... You shouldn't get hurt here, the Gyrados can't see you." He said, jumping over a log and over towards Loneliness.

"Miss me, sweetheart?" The phanteon's words chilled Rokai, and heat built up around his throat as he prepared a Fire Fang. "What is it love, am I not tasty enough for you?" Rokai growled quietly, closing his eyes and looking away, taking in a deep breath and expelling it through his nose as a large cloud of smoke. The heat in his throat disappeared as he looked back, his emerald eyes stayed firm as he glared into the phanteon's red eyes. "Tinydragon...!" Katyusha's voice broke his glare as he watched the Ninetails came over, worried. "Are...are you okay?"

Rokai looked over at TinyDragon, his eyes softening and shining with worry. "She's fine!" The bastard's voice taunted him as the Phanteon slung an arm around the Water Type. "In fact, she's so fine were gonna need her as soon as this shit storm is over." Rokai growled his reply. "Get your paws off her you barbarian." Rokai growled, his thin tail lashing. "Hope that's alright with ya~""You are not taking TinyDragon anywhere Lone." He hissed, but the ghost ignored him. "You too, Fluffy." Rokai glanced over at Katyusha, watching Loneliness from the corner of his eye. "Are oo okay, Ka'yusa?" Rokai nodded. "I was wondering that myself. You didn't get too hurt from that attack did you..?" He asked, concern highlighting his voice. "How original." Rokai glared at Loneliness. "You and your smart-assed comments are unneeded Lone." He growled, narrowing his eyes at the phanteon.

"She's fine!"

The voice immediately causes Katyusha to pull back her lip from her teeth as memories flash before her mind's eye. "You-!" Instinctively, the vulpine crouches down, her muscles flexing and tails twitching with the anxiety of the events that could possibly unfold. Of course they had been looking for him, but not to run into him like this, not now... "In fact, she's so fine were gonna need her as soon as this shit storm is over." The ninetales' tails begin to writhe more violently as her teeth simultaneously grind themselves into one another with an aching intensity. "You too, Fluffy." "You harm one scale on her or make one move for me and you'll regret it ghost! Phantoms aren't immune from fire."

Before the furious fox has time to gather more threats, Tinydragon backpedals from the phanteon's draped leg. The other's discomfort clear on her face. Katyusha's blue eyes stay locked on the newly made phantom. To her, it was like watching a jack-in-the-box, the sweet music plays now, but how long until the spring releases? The anticipation is hair raising.

"Are oo okay, Ka'yusa?"
"I was wondering that myself. You didn't get too hurt from that attack did you..?"

The vulpine shakes her coat to clear her thoughts as the conversation takes a turn towards her personally. Rokai...? When did he...? Katyusha slaps herself mentally for not noticing the canine approach. Regardless, for the moment he seemed unharmed and that was one thing to be relieved about.
"I...I'll be alright. I don't know the exact extent of the damage, but I'll live...Thank you, both of you."

"How original." The comment immediately brings a deep scowl to the fox's muzzle accompanied with billows of smoke from between sharp canines as the fire pokemon gathers fire within the pit of her stomach. If the fox pokemon wasn't so sure opening her mouth further in this state would only result on her hacking on her own smoke, another threat would surely have followed.

A deep rumbling growl builds in Javolt's throat. He braces himself hard against the dirt and bares his teeth at the massive snake as it darts towards him. At the last second before the lightning hits it darts out of the way, going for another target. The immense energy Javolt has built up dissipates as it is equalized.
"Meat."
"Dios mío!" The Zigzagoon cried in a panic.
Javolt's stubby claws dug into the soil as he changed direction in an attempt to catch up. Before he can reach the Gyarados's head another dark shape darts forwards and takes the normal type in his jaws. The Gyrados's mutilated jaws snap shut on thin air.
"Civilians, evacuate the area!" Javolt barks orders, his fur still sticking up in vibrating needles. "I will perform the execution."
Ignoring the ache in his bones the elderly electric type turns back to face the undead and howls a challenge at its rotting hide.
"FACE ME!" He bellows and paws at the ground. "You useless overgrown worm! You worthless excuse for a waste of flesh! Face me! I'll use your pitiful hide as fertilizer. Face me and repent!" The Manetric barks, attempting to draw the attention of the gyarados away from the others. Wisps of storm cloud billow from the jagged fur of his paws as electricity sparks around his teeth.
"FACE ME!" He howls once again as he charges forwards.

After a few whirling, confused moments, her paws found the ground and she nearly fell over as she tried to right herself. She wheeled around to face her unexpected chauffeur to see a lanky pokemon, their dark pelt making them almost seem like they were part of the shadows. "Are you okay? I... I'm sorry if I startled you." The stranger's voice made Gabriela's thrumming heartbeat settle a tiny bit. So she wasn't about to be eaten... She tried to conjure enough breath to thank her savior, but the stranger seemed to be in too much of a rush to get away to be busied with thanks. "Please, stay here..." he said, Gabriela assuming through the stranger's voice that he was male. "You shouldn't get hurt here, the Gyrados can't see you." With that, the sleek pokemon raced away, leaving Gabriela alone in the underbrush. Somehow, she felt like nowhere was really safe, so she wasn't jumping on the idea of staying in one place for very long, but she had no idea what else to do at the moment. Shuffling her paws, she glanced warily around. She could still see her rescuer, nearly invisible save for the white horns on his head, amongst a cluster of more strange pokemon. Gabriela made a mental note to herself to thank him later as she made herself small and tried not to focus too much on the ruckus that was around her. How she hated sitting still...

"How long as it been?" Abby asked herself as she flew over the ocean. After leaving the old human home, she had been flying constantly in no particular direction, and eventually found the ocean and decided to cross it. "Maybe I'll find some humans or living Pokemon if I just leave here,"she thought.

After what felt like days of travelling, she spotted an island and decided to rest and eat for a while. It was dark by the time she arrived, but the sheer destruction and the SMELL disturbed her.   "Arceus above.  What happened here?" She whispered to herself. "Are there only infected here?"

She noticed a load roaring further inland. "Maybe I should leave," she thought for a few seconds. Then she heard "FACE ME" yelled multiple times and "Dios mío!" Those sounded like LIVING voices, and they were in DANGER. Mind made up, Abby flew as quickly as she could to the voices.

She passed over many fallen and burning trees until she saw the source. "Arceus, no." Abby whispered. It was a giant, rotting Gyarados with glowing red eyes that appeared to be glaring at something. She almost turned around and flew off, but she noticed something glittering near the ground.  It was an old-looking Manectric with something shiny on its collar, and it was commanding the attention of the Gyarados. It bellowed something, but she couldn't hear what it said. She had flashed back to when she last saw glowing red eyes locked onto shimmering gold. "NO!" Abby screamed. Her proclamation was infused with Follow Me.

When the Gyarados focused its gaze upon her, she cried,"OVER HERE!" and she threw a Thunder Wave in its general direction.

That Houndoom again. Lyzria was silent as she snaked her massive head back upright, her blazing eyes narrowing as the Fire-type took off with her snack. The Gyarados's tongue slithered over her jaw; he would have to be removed.

"FACE ME!" the Manectric roared again. Lyzria lazily turned to look at him, more interested in murdering that pesky Houndoom than paying any attention to his nonsensical ramblings. But what came next came with no warning, and all at once countless memories of pain, humiliation and shame piled into her head. None of them made any sense, but they were there, and Lyzria felt her blood beginning to boil.

"You useless overgrown worm!"
Useless.
"You worthless excuse for a waste of flesh!"
Worthless!
"Face me! I'll use your pitiful hide as fertilizer. Face me and repent!"
PITIFUL!

Rage unlike anything she could remember blazed through Lyzria's body, the Gyarados raising her head towards the darkening sky and letting out a screech that could split the ground. Those words ... they meant something to her; they were a reason why she suddenly wanted the Manectric's hide in her fangs more than anything else. His blood would be the cure for her madness; with that in mind, she began to charge a Hyper Beam. Every inch of her rotting body was trembling.

But without warning, Lyzria suddenly found her gaze being forcefully torn away from the Electric-type, her eyes focusing on a Togetic that had appeared. It yelled something at her and shot a jolt of electricity in her direction.

Lyzria sneered at the pathetic little creature, the origins of the Hyper Beam still flickering around her jaws. She nimbly swerved away from the Thunder Wave, toppling several small trees with one sweep of her massive tail. She towered over the flames, the Hyper Beam charged within seconds, and fired it towards the small Fairy-type.

"Weak."

The grey fox fumed at him, her eyes blazing with obvious fury. It was adorable and he couldn't help but snicker. "Lighten up, toots." He barks, eyes sweeping to the dark and near invisible form approaching them. Oh this was gonna be good. "You and your smart-assed comments are unneeded Lone." Both Fire Types were getting all pissy, heated and smoky by him just being there! With an over-exaggerated sigh and a roll of his crimson eyes the Phanteon grunted, "You Fire Types really need to learn how to chill." He shrugs his shoulder, turning so his tail runs across the Vaporeon's chin. "Least she has the right idea." The giant beast behind them roars, the ground trembling along with a flash of light. "Besides," He laughs, "I think you all have bigger problems." They were all fighting for their lives yet his presence seemed to stop everything. Idiots.

"Civilians, evacuate the area!" The Inspector yowls, continuing to fight for them all as the only honorable Pokemon in the group. "I will perform the execution." "You heard him, move it!" The Phanteon almost lunges forward but the Vaporeon is still frozen on the spot, fright glistening in her brightly colored eyes. Clueless as usual. "Oh for the love of.." Stepping behind her the Haunted Pokemon shoves, forcing the Water Type into motion. "Come on, I know a place we can hide." And he races off.

TD ran blindly. Without the light of the electricity and fire it was much harder to see but the ghost did not slacken his pace for her. She could feel each beat of his paws against the uneven ground but it was no replacement for sight. His silhouette matched eerily well to the night time setting, mixing into the shadows as though he was just part of the environment. "Sow down!" The Bubble Jet Pokemon gasps, an unseen fern bushing against her face. "Keep up." The Phanteon replies less then kindly, not that she could hear him. However, the Vaporeon did notice the slight decrease to their pace. Thank the Legends. But it might not of been because of her that he did so as Lone slowed further before coming to a hard stop. TD was not as lucky and came barreling into him causing both vulpines to collapse in a wad of limbs.

"Watch it!" He spits at her, struggling to free himself from the tangle. The Vaporeon scuttles away as best she can, fins down and voice low, "Soorry." Getting back to his paws the Phanteon grunts in annoyance. "Shit girl, who taught you to talk." But it was more to himself then anything else. Dismissing the fish he turns and looks at the trees around them, he had other things to worry about right now. The Inspector can catch up. He wasnt worried about that, it was more of the matter of where they were. Lotta said north of the battle sight.. The trees were thicker here, the ground steeply sloping upward into what could easily be a mountain if he could fucking see where he was going. We're probably right fucking in front of it. He growls to himself, suddenly wishing he was a Fire Type. Oh! Duh. It was too dark to see either of their dark pelts, if they had even followed him. "Someone give me a light! I think we're here."

Rokai all but ignored Lone, the dark hound looked away, catching sight of the Zigzagoon from earlier. He passed a glare over his shoulder at Lone. Sighing in annoyance, Rokai breathed a trail of smoke from his nose, taking a step towards the Zigzagoon. "You go where you want to go Lone, I have other 'mons to look after." He growled quietly to himself, before jumping up onto a fallen log, looking back at Katyusha and TinyDragon. "Don't worry about me. I'll follow your scent to where you're going, I need to check up on someone." He informed them, jumping off the log and onto the fallen tree that the Zigzagoon was waiting at. "Sorry about that, er... Conflicts came up. Are you alright? My name's Rokai." He said, smiling at the small Normal Type. He was well aware his form was hard to see in the shadows, so he moved where the sunlight caught his fur, illuminating his dark form so that the Zigzagoon could see him.

As Lone continued to talk, Katyusha found herself growing increasingly frustrated. Each nonchalant phrase from the ghost adds another weight unto the mountain of stress already built from their current situation and threatening to crush the ninetales. "I think you all have bigger problems." Unable and unwilling to argue about anything further--much less against the truth of the matter, the vulpine doesn't retort. Though further away from the conflict than before, they were by no means far away. Electricity sparked in the air, making the tension of the growing conflict all the more tense. The fear and energy was, literally and figuratively, sparking and filling the air with a suffocating pressure.

"Civilians, evacuate the area!" The Inspector yowls. The old pokemon clearly ready to fight the looming, bloody beast. "I will perform the execution."
"But you'll get killed..!" The fox pokemon blurts out more on the spot without thought to whether her words would actually reach the elder electric type.[color=#705898] "Type advantage or not...that undead is a monster--the biggest I've ever seen--it barely even looks like a gyrados anymore...how can it still be this strong??" The words come out in exasperated gulps without the fire-type even realizing they were said out loud. As she watched, another pokemon came into the battle, immediately drawing the undead's attention. Bringing her attention back to her companions, Katyusha finally notices the two eevolutions racing away from the fray.

"Rokai--What do we do?? Can we really just leave those fighting that beast--I don't know if we could take it down--and Lone's leaving--" The vulpine starts in a jumble of phrases and thoughts before the other pokemon cuts in calmly.
"Don't worry about me. I'll follow your scent to where you're going, I need to check up on someone."
"I..." Before she had time to process and think of a response, the houndoom was already leaping down various fallen logs and debris in another direction. Where now? Throwing her head this way and that at all of her possible options, possibilities and outcomes swirl through her mind--cruel deaths at the jaws of the gyrados...following Rokai to whatever unknown location he was heading...following Lone and finding more possible dangers...

Closing her eyes tightly, her dirtied fur shakes as the pressure of the needed quick decision pushes down on her. "Please be safe..!" Pushing off the forest floor, the fire-type kicks up loose dirt as she speeds off into the forest away from the conflict and closer to Lone and TinyDragon. Following their path through the bush was the easy part--Catching up was the hard part and by the time they are in sight once again it's used almost all of her remaining breath since the attack that had her airborne. She is left panting a short distance behind in the shadows of the well-wooded forest. With approaching night and the added cover it was almost if the sun HAD fully set early..."Someone give me a light! I think we're here." Inflating her lungs to a full, painful degree, the fire-type is able to muster a small, controlled flame above their heads, but below the branch-line. "You're welcome."

Javolt's black lips are drawn back from his yellow fangs. Sparks of static crack over his fur. Like a feral mutt he barks at the towering shape of the Gyarados. His fur stands on end as he faces down the murderous red eyes. The undead serpent loomed like a tidal wave about to break. A grim glow flickers around the rotted things hanging jaw, flicking around the red raw throat. His jaw set in a snarl Javolt prepares to dodge the attack he knows is coming.
"NO!" A high pitched shriek ruins Javolt's concentration. Hovering nearby, a fairy type. Light bodied with small wings that shouldn't be able to support its body.
"OVER HERE!" It calls to distract the lumbering mass of rotting meat. It's evil red eyes shift away from the Manectric. That call, that was a move. Drawing up sparks in its fluffy down it releases a jolt of energy towards the Gyarados that streaks past the grimy scaled hide without touching it.
The sparks are drawn to the stiff peaks of blue and gold fur that stick up like lightning rods over Javolt's hide. The electricity sinks into his skin, adding power to his electric generating organs. The boost in energy makes his old bones ache less. At this point with his pupils dilating and adrenaline flooding his blood stream the Manectric feels like he could fight a legendary. His breath rasps in his throat.
The glow grows brighter and shines through the bottom of the empty jaw. It throws light on the dangling tongue and torn intestines.
"Weak." It hisses as the light from the attack blots out the unnatural glow of its bright red eyes.
Javolt's claws dig into the tattered ground as he runs towards the towering monstrosity. The glow is growing bright and brighter. He knows that attack.
"No!" He barks and his claws dig into the ground. He leaps as high as he can towards the undead's unguarded back. His body collides hard with the rotten fish-smelling scales just as the stabbing lance of energy darts out.

Gabriela puffed out a sigh of relief when her savior returned, giving her something reasonably stable amongst the discord around her.  "Sorry about that,"  said the hound. "Er... Conflicts came up. Are you alright? My name's Rokai." Gabriela nodded, committing the name to memory. She glanced curiously over to the little group of Pokemon that Rokai had been with, but she figured that asking about the dynamics between everyone was something that could be saved for a later time. A safer time, preferably. One in which there wasn't a giant worm thrashing around a little ways away. She could see some of the commotion in that direction in her peripheral vision, and it wasn't comforting. 

Trying to keep herself level-headed, Gabriela introduced herself to Rokai: "I'm Gabriela. I'm a little scuffed up, but I'm... mostly okay."  She shuffled her paws. "Thank you very much for saving me..." She jumped when she saw flashes of light rise from where she'd been; whether they were coming from the beast or something else she couldn't begin to tell. She'd really chosen a bad time to show up, hadn't she?

((ooc: I can't even sort of begin to figure out why, but the text colors are being super dumb for me. I promise, if they're messed up, I put  them in right!!))

When the Gyarados nimbly dodged Abby's first line of defense, her fear started creeping back and held her in place. She couldn't help but stare as the crimson eyes fixated on her and the rotting mouth gathered light. The giant sea serpent mockingly called her "Weak," and all Abby could do was murmur, "You're right."

Suddenly, she heard the male voice from earlier saying, "No!" The Manectric was leaping towards the towering undead's back, and his voice snapped her out of her despair. As long as there was someone else, she had to keep trying.

Abby switched her gaze quickly back to the Gyarados as it finished charging its attack and released a beam of energy directly at her. She quickly darted to the side in the air, and she felt the heat of the beam as it narrowly missed her body. She continued flying quickly to get behind the undead as her eyes glowed blue in preparation to use her most powerful move. She yelled, "Heads up!"and hoped that the Manectric would hear her so he wouldn't be hurt by her next actions.

As she flew around, she noticed something seemed off, but she was too focused on trying to slam the monster into the ground with Psychic to figure out what was wrong.  If she had time, she would have noticed that part of her trailing scarf had been obliterated, and some of her feathers on the edge of her left wing had been burned.

That Manectric was proving to be a real annoyance. The canine threw himself at Lyzria's side, knocking her aim and sending the Hyper Beam soaring straight over the Togetic's head where it exploded in the distance, erupting more dirt, plants and fire into the air. The Gyarados reared her ugly head up high, surveying the carnage all around her. Debris, panic and fire ... she was satisfied.

But she still hadn't had her meat!

The massive serpent snaked herself around, narrowing her eyes at the sight of most of her prey, including the Houndoom, fleeing into the distance.

That was not acceptable.

With a screech that shook the ground, the Gyarados surged after them, finding a moment to pause and try to swat away the annoying Togetic with her tail as it attempted to attack her. "MEAT! BLOOD! FOOD!" she screamed, fixing her burning gaze on the Houndoom, her primary target from the start. She would crush his bones; puree his flesh; gulp down his blood.

Then a rock smashed into her side.

Taken aback by the sudden assault, Lyzria growled as she found its source. A Gurdurr was standing not too far away from the group, already holding another rock under his muscular arm.

"You leave them the hell alone!" he yelled, hurling the Rock Throw attack towards her yet again.

How ... stupid some of this meat was. Lyzria neatly swerved away from the attack, grinning as the large rock smashed on the ground nearby. Pink drool dangled from her jaws as she eyed the Fighting-type; his bulky frame, all those juicy, tender muscles...

He would do.

The Gyarados wheezed out what could only be a laugh as she slithered across the ground towards the Gurdurr, jaws open wide. The Pokemon's body was glowing softly as he fumbled with the girder he was holding, trying to get in a Focus Energy ready for another attack. Judging by his terrified expression, he clearly wasn't expecting her to be so fast; within seconds she was upon him, swinging her tail around and pulling him closer to her, nestling the Fighting-type comfortably by her side.

"Get the FUCK off me!" he yelled, feebly slamming his fists into the Gyarados's scales. Lyzria coiled, trapping him in her tail. She always did like to get comfortable before a snack. Her prey, clearly noticing just how hopeless his situation was, started to panic. His fists pounded on the tail binding him, but Lyzria could practically taste his fear. The flaring nerves, the sweat, the pounding heart ... she could have it all to herself.

"HELP!" the Gurdurr screamed, reaching towards the Houndoom and the others in the distance with his one free arm. "PLEASE HELP M--"

Lyzria's mouth lunged down, bit into his head and yanked it clean off his shoulders. Blood spurted from the hole in his neck, the Gurdurr's body immediately going limp against her scales. She spat it out, making sure to aim it directly at the others. She sneered as the decapitated head bounced across the ground and landed precisely at the feet of the little Vaporeon.

She clasped her prey's body tightly in her jaws as she raised her head, her jaws crunching down on the Gurdurr's bones, crushing them like twigs. His arm detached with a snap and fell to the ground. Blood poured everywhere as Lyzria reared her head back and swallowed her catch, now reduced to nothing but soft pulp.

"Mmm..." The Gyarados's tongue slipped across her lips. "Nice ... meat..." With a dismissive flick of her tail, the massive serpent slithered off into the trees, quite content with the chaos she had left in her wake. She shot small jets of water at any flames that were in her way, but left the rest to burn.

She slithered back into the sea and out of sight, already searching for her next meal.

The Phanteon huffed, filling his lungs and puffing out his chest as he paced the steep slope, narrowly avoiding trees and shrubs that were all too quickly becoming lost in the worsening darkness. Well shit. He squints his eyes, peering off in the distance in all directions. How the hell does one lose a massive gaping hole? Oh, the dark, thats how. A sharp, terrified scream whisks through his ears and the Ghost Type is still for a moment. That was death. Another heartbeat passes and he is back to his pacing and sniffing for any sign of this supposed shelter. Fuck, how much of a fool would he look like if he couldnt find it? No, no one actually knew that it was so it didnt matter. He grunts in frustration, dragging one set of gangly claws through the soil. Why did you have to vanish.. Thick teeth grind against one another. Seriously, fuck other Pokemon.

The soft hiss and the sudden flare of orange light catch his attention but the Haunted Pokemon does not look to the source. "You're welcome." He makes sure not to respond to her. Stepping off of the slanted ground and onto more even terrain he finds his original assumption is correct- there is a fucking steep-sloped mountain before them. Two crimson eyes are locked on what could possibly be a tiny clearing up ahead, along with a rocky cleft nestled into the slope. Perfect. He bounds forward, making three good paces before a wet thud and shrill scream freeze him to the spot. "What in the hell.." The words are no more then a mutter under his breath but as he glances back an irritated visage turns bewildered.

The high note sings out of TD's lungs until they burn as all the air is expelled. The head had been thrown with plenty enough force to smash against the ground much like an egg- blood and chunks splattered and sprayed out from the impact site, littering her shiny scales with another fresh coat of filth. The Gurrdurrs expression can be seen for just a split second but will forever be stained into her memory. She cant breathe, she cant breathe and its not because she is screaming. Hyperventilating her eyes go wide, nausea playing at her stomach as it sinks like a stone. Every muscles in her body starts quaking and she can only move away a few feet before they lock up, her body sinking low to the ground. Legends no no no..

No one needed to die to that thing. They were winning, they were going to be okay this wasnt real. This decapitated head couldnt be real. The warm blots of blood that decorated her say otherwise. A paw brushes her shoulder and every scale of her hide flares, aqua eyes flashing toward the Phanteon that was suddenly beside her. "Chill sweetheart, you're fine." He nudges the head with one paw, "And it was fast." Was.. was that supposed to be comforting? The Vaporeon swallows harshly, mouth sticky and dry from all the panting for who knows how long. 'It was fast'.. so he didnt suffer?' The look in its eyes is still clear in her mind.. "Too bad, coulda been good meat there." TinyDragon's breath hitches. Good meat?! The nausea churns until she can not hold back the vomit. Her muscles are only half controllable, the Bubble Jet Pokemon making a haphazard sprint away from the remains as the few contents of her stomach are lost. Vision swimming and sun too low behind the slope its horribly dark and disorientating, her main sense of space lost and panic sets in.

With another painful expelling of her food stuffs the Vaporeon can feel tears already rolling down her cheeks. "Ka'yusa!" She sinks back to the ground. "Wokai!" Oh legends Rokai, had he and the others even followed? She hadnt seen of smelled them. What if that beast was.. what if they were like the.. Were they not following because.. The youth wails, eyes squeezed closed to shut out the world. She couldnt take this. She couldnt take this and cries, caterwauls, and moans escape her muzzle in a cacophony of terror.
"CHILL, Derg," Lone calls after her, bounding up to the Water Type that lay before 'his' shelter. She makes no reaction. "It was a joke." It wasnt really but he eyes the Ninetales carefully. Maybe it was a misplaced comment. Was the fox the only one who followed? Disappointing, no one could listen. He shrugs, maybe they would wander in. "Anyway, we're here." He announces nonchalantly, sauntering into the cave as though he had done it a million times and letting the soft sandy ground soak in the grime on his paws.

It hits like a miniature meteor, spraying dirt, warm liquid, and other matter on the group in a matter of a second. Turning to glance in its direction, the ninetale' eyes go wide and her head suddenly pitches downward--fire still streaming out of her mouth-- in the direction of the severed head. All at once Katyusha cuts off her fire and leaps backward into the truck of a tree behind her with a thud. Pain surges through her already bruised body, a reminder of the fight with the leviathan they tangled with not so long ago. Momentarily stunned by the pain and a blurred vision, the fox doesn't fully come to until TinyDragon's lung have already run themselves empty. Slowly, she lowers her line of sight to the head. Although her flame had extinguished, her jarred motion before caused several patches of grass to catch fire and now illuminates the final expression of the unknown pokemon in its low, haunting light.

"Chill sweetheart, you're fine." The phanteon says as he strolls forward to nudge the head with one paw. "And it was fast." The words, meant to be a comfort, did little to soothe Katyusha and as her gaze drifted to poor TD, it appeared to do minimal for her as well. Despite how tense the fire pokemon was, her vaporeon companion appeared ready to be snapped in half with tension. Take a deep breath...breath... She recites to herself in her thoughts. "Too bad, coulda been good meat there." And then all at once, any progress she had made with calming down is destroyed. It's not long as the smell of bile mixes with the already potent smell of blood in the air. At this point though, there is little she can even think of to say in rebuttal.

Getting back on stable footing stiffly, the fox trots slowly towards TD. "TinyDragon...! I'm here...C-calm donw..I...I think it's....we need to keep moving." Carefully, the vulpine leans forward to press her head weakly to the other's side. A moment later, she moves, facing Lone and the cave. Katyusha brings herself forward to extinguish the burning grass with a wave of several tails. Her eyes completely avoiding the sight of the head....She would already be having enough nightmares as it was. Still, the knowledge of its location makes her movements shakier than intended and almost trip her as she passes directly by it. Catching the eye of the phanteon, Katyusha's gaze is brought to the cave they had been seeking. Without hesitation, Lone saunters inside. The ninetales notes that clearly this must be his home, or at least, a place he is very acquainted with. Still, fear and unease nag at her mind.

"Are you sure this cave is safe to enter?" She asks, attempting to put the remains of her confidence in her voice. One of the last things she wanted to do was appear weaker than need be in front of this potentially dangerous pokemon. Moving inside the mouth of the cave, the vulpine releases a stream of flames into the darkness and watches.