The BLACKTHORNE Team

((Bleh Skip.))

((Skip too please '-'))

Written had whizzed right past her targets and landed heavily right outside the battle. Maybe that wasn’t my smartest idea... She should have learned by now that there were times for high risks and high returns, but there were also plenty of times when it was utmostly important to stick with what she knew. The Swellow easily shook off her rough landing, swooping back to the fray with intent on helping out her friends. Arceus help us. It was more of a rhetorical plea for help; she had figured out long ago that Arceus wasn’t going to get things done any time soon - if they, the normal Pokemon, wanted help on their plight, they had to find the solution on their own. Not by some godly deity’s terms.

The Eevee from before had come to help - and there was a new face! Hold on... She knew that tired face, the brighter rings. Written in the Fates gaped at the sight of the returned West Flame before splitting into a smile. Their fight wasn’t finished just yet. "Leave the big one alone!" The Swallow Pokemon nodded in assent towards the Gible, but refrained from jumping in to fight. There were times when she could pitch into battling, but Written knew that her strength did not lay in direct power.

Landing next to the Eevee, she hopped closer to the normal type, signaling for Flame of the West to come over also. ”There is strength in numbers, I think the saying goes. How about we gang up on the Luxray? The bad one, I might add.” Written cocked her head to the fighting Luxrays, and with a few flaps of her wings, she had used Echoed Voice in their direction.

[ooc: I’ll skip for West Flame lol]

This was pretty crap. Rocket was attacking the grotesque figure of his evolved form for all it was worth but his attacks weren't doing shit for some reason. This Garchomp was a god-damn tank. Clearly the virus had made him this way. Rocket landed on the ground after delivering his Dragon Claw and stomped his foot in frustration. He wanted to just kill this monster and be done with it. He couldn't begin to imagine the amount of experience he'd get from defeating Wolfe. Maybe even enough for him to take on the Garchomp's powerful form ... without all the blood and mutilated limbs of course.

He overheard Written's plan to gang up on the Luxray and immediately liked the idea of pulverising her. What's more he had a type advantage and her Electric attack would feel like a mere tingle to him. He stomped over to Written, the Flying Umbreon and the new Eevee and said, "Count me in too. I'll distract her for a bit so you three can start attacking."

Without further ado, Rocket turned towards the crazy bitch and hollered at the top of his voice, "HEY! Think you're so tough?! Come and get me, bitch!" He was ready to dive underground when the right time came, but he had a nasty feeling that she was the faster one here. Whatever, Rocket thought. A bit of pain feels good once in a while. It's proof that I'm having one hell of a good battle.

The Luxray's mind was tainted, stained from the inside. There was no more rationality in her movements, just blind blows aiming to hit their target. An angry feline screech was ripped from her throat as she lunged one last time for the dammed bitch that had lunged at her. "Blood!" The undead screamed, her eyes wild and irrational as she attacked the other. She did not even use any attack, just aiming for a massive bite on the other. However, she had underestimated her foe- she was fast. The undead soon found herself digging her fangs into hard metal. She roared with fury, pulling back as she glared with incomprehendable hate at the other. "She devil!" she spat. "Harlot! WHORE!" 

She was so far gone her words were beginning to just be blindly thrown her way. Her earlier wounds were beginning to make her movements stiff, the dammed Sandslash, but she never gave up. The wide eyed fear of the newcomer hardened during the time of the battle and she roared back, slamming her seemingly metal limb against the other's face. There was an audible snap as the former's jaws were snapped together. 

And the whole time I could only watch. Alone. Locked away in the prison that was my own mind. The infection had completely taken over my body, using my own claws and my own teeth. It was a fucking crime against NATURE. I roared in frustation, pacing back and forth and clawing furiously at the ground. But all of this meant absolutely nothing to the demon now in control of my body. They would never care, the goddam bastard. I would have my revenge against them someday. Someday. However, I could still hear and see, even if I had no control, and I could only seeth as I watched the bitch massacre my body with my own fucking eyes. But suddenly... Something was wrong. The bitch in control of my body paid no attention, but I could tell the other Luxray did. Her head snapped up and she cried out just as all three of us were suddenly on a wave of earth, throwing us all into the air. I roared out in shock- but then I realized that I HAD actually roared. I only had a split second to comprehend that I had control of my body again before twisting midair and landin on my paws.

One glance up and I could see that the fucking Torterra had used another Earthquake. I hissed my wrath at him, promising revenge later with my eyes. He would get his. I guren-fucking-tee it. I was still recovering from the impact of the actual attack, my legs would barely obey me anymore, when something smacked into the side of my face. Hard. I slowly turned my gaze to see- Well, well, well!- another Eevee. This one was just as annoying as the last, shooting out a wave of dark energy attacks I could only assume were Shadow Balls or hardcore hairballs. While I was just standing there staring like an idiot, another one smashed into my flank, making me roar with fury. Little bitch! I was about to whip around and see how SHE liked my Hyper Beam, when suddenly the other Luxray was in my way. Her face was hard as stone, her lips pulled back into a snarl and her ears flattened against her skull. I merely raised an eyebrow. Was she expecting me to be frightened like a child?

"Leave. Them. Alone." She spat each word out individually, her gaze burning into my own. But I merely brushed her off with a flick of my tail, smirking. She continued before I could speak. "Do not touch my friends." 
My demenor changed then, matching her own aggresive stance. "F-friends?" I spat at her, stuttering as pure fury at her stupidity rose in me, sending my pelt on end. "You think these retards are your friends? Well, let me break it to you honey, they are not nor will they ever be your friends." I relished in the look of uncertainty that flashed in her eyes, her glare faultering. I just took this as a cue to keep on going. My voice lowered as I took a few steps forward, closer to my undead counterpart. "These fools will never care for you. Or if they do, it won't last. You are infected. Undead. A walking corse. You crave flesh, to feel blood running underneath your claws... Just as I do. With them-these, these living- you will never be able to do that." I was closer and closer to her until I was able to stick my nose right into her face, absorbing the horror and fear in her eyes.

I could hear the others speaking in undertones, my ears swiveling in their direction. The dragon bastard was saying something too, but I didn't react. Didn't allow myself to react. I was in control, for the first time in YEARS I was the one in control. I would bot lose it. I whiepered one last part into the other undead's ear, my face a snakelike grin, "I can help you. I can bring you what you need. What we both need. Together we can thrive. I would never abandon you." I pulled back to meet her gaze as I spoke the last lie. By her wide eyes I could tell that she was buying it. But then I smirked right in her face. With a roar I dove undeneath her, effectively rushing up and straightening my legs, and suddenly sending her flying through the air. My deep cackle filled the air. "Think about it!" I roared joyously as I watched the lioness be flung right towards where the Living all gathered. Fools.

"Come and get me if you can!" I taunted cheerfully, grinning evily as I stared at the other living. Life was good, if you know what I mean.

((Ooc; I leave it up to you guys to decide who Amber hits and stuff. lol))

"How about we gang up on the Luxray? The bad one, I might add.”

Praise....PRAAAAISE! It seemed that the Powers That Be had been smiling upon the giddy Torterra right at this very moment. This was the moment he'd been waiting for, his chance to get back at the bitchy lioness(?) who'd managed to rub him the wrong way from the get go. Never mind the fact that she was pretty badass. Or the fact that if he didn't think about how scary as fuck she is, being an undead and a total wack-job, she would be pretty damn hot...But that was a thought for his mind and his mind only.

"Count me in!" He was so in on this thing that he was almost bouncing up and down in jubilation and pure, unadulterated excitement. Like seriously, this kind of stuff seemed too awesomely superhero-like to be true. It also meant that he'd get a chance to finally understand the thrill good ol' Jane and Maura felt chasing after a serial killer. Just, so awesome.

But despite the awesomeness of the whole sitch, he still had to restrain himself because they were still in a fight and were basically in like a life-or-death deal with their undead foes.

Yet, in the end, Bass couldn't contain himself when he heard Rocket snap out a, "Count me in too. I'll distract her for a bit so you three can start attacking." It was just so fucking cool that they were working together as a team. After months of fighting alone, you really start to feel the sense of hopelessness and honestly he thought that feeling sucked. A lot. Even so, the big Tortoise couldn't fight off the sting of nostalgia as he began to daydream about his misadventures with both his Maura and his Jane...

But whatever. No sense living in the past when there's still a present to be worrying about-

Which brought him to the matter at hand, which, sadly consisted of a verbal smackdown between HBIC and Amber, who seemed pretty damn shell-shocked at whatever the Queen Bitch From Hell was telling the poor girl....leading to another pressing matter, which was the fact that QBFH/HBIC was getting all up in Amber's face and rushing under her, only to promptly, throw her into the air.

The sight vaguely reminded him of a big, fat Butterfree...A Butterfree named Heimlich from that one movie with the Scizors and Butterfrees and Beautiflies and those other bug types.

...Okay, he was getting off-task again, which would not lead to anything good. He should know. He should know pretty damn well. So with his head back from the clouds, Bass looked up in time to see Amber gaining ground, no pun intended, and proceeded to promptly and ever so ungracefully, skedaddle his ass so that he'd end up catching her, in his burned, but still cushion-y tree.

"I GOT YOU!"

To say that catching her was painless would be a complete lie. During the split second before he caught her, he somehow managed to trip on some sort of obstruction on the ground, leading him to stumble and eventually skid the last few feet of hard, rough ground. Still, feeling her nestled in his tree made him feel a little bit better despite his stupid, little injury and more than bruised, pride. Turning his head up in acknowledgement, the Grass Type wheezed out a little, "Are you okay?" He hoped so because he didn't want his newest comrade getting hurt, even if her kind fell under the category of things that he hated with a passion.

(OoC: Skip please. I have no idea what's going on for the moment.)

Shaina looked, as all the others was fighting. She herself was too scared to move. Then, the bird from before landed besides her and waved over an Umbreon. How cool! but she had to restrain herself from saying that out loud.

”There is strength in numbers, I think the saying goes. How about we gang up on the Luxray? The bad one, I might add.” She looked at the bird. Well, she was actually not so frightened at that thought. Working together with others seemed like a better way to go into battle. She nodded at the bird as it send of some kind of attack. Shaina jumped up, seeing one of the purple cats fall into the big green things tree. She then looked at the other and fired off a shadow ball again, hoping it would hit.

Things were becoming slightly off the chart crazy, and just mildly laughable; when Rionnah had thrown Amber away from their skirmish, Bass had comically ran over and caught the poor Luxray. Written stayed in place, hoping that Amber had made it out of that fight alright, but the sight of the bad Luxray's (it was getting difficult telling them apart...) mouth moving before she had thrown Amber away had unnerved the Swellow. What words could be exchanged?

Seeing that others had taken the lead and began fighting, Written realized that they were at fault here - what bloodshed was justified in this battle? Derek... She winced visibly at the reminder that this fight had begun when the poor Eevee had been decapitated and eaten horrifically, but... was it truly alright to fight to the death for the ending of one single life? If they continued on, who knows how many more lives would be lost in the face of the rising sun.

I can't let the others die. I won't! Swallowing her own words about attacking Rionnah and her fellow Garchomp, Written began to flit around the battlefield. "Retreat! Everyone, to Blackthorne!" She gave a curt nod towards the rambunctious Bass, signaling that yes, now was the time to be serious. The Swallow Pokemon cast her shadow over West Flame and on the Eevee, hoping they'd realize that this fight was needless. Written flew next to Rocket, making eye contact with the dragon type. "Let's not lose anymore friends, alright?" She whispered to the Gabite alone, before she threw a glare towards Rionnah.

"This isn't the end!" Written seethed, just barely containing the anger she was holding back. Rationality before irritability. With that, she swerved around sharply, her wings directing her towards the direction of the fallen bridge. Right now wasn't the time to think about how they were going to get across - right now was the time to get some distance between the blood and the gore, and with any luck, they'd do just that. Pushing back her glasses for but a moment, Written darted through the thick forestry.


What had brought him back to this team? Really, this mayhem and the quickly paced events simply weren't doing his asthmatic problems any good, and he wouldn't be going around anywhere fast enough. I'm just about as worthless as a dead body. West Flame shook his head, seeing how bravely the others had stood up in the face of the colorless death, attacking it on its sides as if it would be their final swan song. I couldn't do that even if I wanted to. He emitted a Confuse Ray towards the purple Luxray whom he assumed was the 'bad' one, seeing as she was the one who had thrown the other one away.

"Retreat! Everyone to Blackthorne!" West Flame had flicked his ears at the sound of the Swellow's voice, and for all things good and glorious, was it weird of him to say that he trusted in her completely? His memory flashed to the time that she had flew him across the river, only to lose her ability to fly because she had taken up a responsibility. She had saved him. And for that, I owe her my life. Taking a deep breath, the Umbreon prepared for his hightailing out of there, but with a realization he knew that he would not go before the others.

It was his life's work, helping others and risking his own life, that had trained him to be this way. Heck, even when his lungs weren't the best organs in his body and his breathing is always near haphazard, it was simply second nature for him to look out for others. Who was he to be any different now, in the course of the running epidemic? Growling at the infected Pokemon, Flame of the West began scooping up pawfuls of sand and using Sand Attack upon the Luxray. Hopefully this is enough of a diversion...!

She ignored him. The bitch was so caught up in her own insanity that she completely blanked him as if he wasn't even there. What the fuck?! Rocket never got ignored, usually because he often threw himself around in front of the enemy's face until they lost it and tried to attack. The Gabite snarled in frustration and plunged his claw into the trunk of a nearby tree just as Amber, Luxray#2, got hurled into the air and was caught by Bass. Removing his claw from the tree, Rocket regarded the purple Luxray with a look of wonder. This bitch was strong. Just another reason for him to fight her.

Rocket took a deep breath and prepared to holler at her again when Written darted around behind him and yelled: "Retreat! Everyone, to Blackthorne!" "WHAT?!" Rocket inwardly started to have a tantrum as everyone began to leave. No way, no way was he about to run off like a sissy and let this brilliant opportunity go to waste. The Luxray and the Garchomp were right there, just a few feet in front of him! Plus, the two undead were outnumbered 2-6 and now the Swellow was telling them to retreat?! NO ... CHANCE.

Written then flew right up to him. Rocket was about to give the Swellow one hell of a pep talk when the look in her eye buttoned his mouth shut. She looked straight at him through her glasses, her gaze unfaltering. "Let's not lose anymore friends, alright?" For once in his life, Rocket decided to obey. While it was true that he wasn't that phased by the Eevee's death since he'd barely even spoken to the guy, he could tell that it was troubling Written deeply. If anyone else got hurt or killed he was sure that she wouldn't be able to take it.

"Argh ... all right, you win," Rocket growled, but gave Written a returning look to say that his words were genuine and that he understood what she meant. Written hissed at the two undead before turning and flying off into the trees. Rocket turned to them and held his claw up in an offensive gesture before following the Swellow. He passed the Umbreon, who was hurling piles of sand into their faces and had an idea.

"Hey," he muttered, nudging the Umbreon. "Get into the trees, now. You don't want this stuff getting in your eyes." When he had gone, Rocket unleashed another Sandstorm upon the two undead and followed his friends into the trees as the area was blanketed in thick sand. Although he knew that it wouldn't bother the Garchomp much, he knew it would score him another point against that Luxray. He had a score to settle with that bitch.

Things became quite amusing, to say the least. I had control of my body once more as I stared right at the compact number of living, my crimson eyes impossibly wide with triumph. I licked my lips in anticipation as I followed the other Luxray's flight with my confident eyes. I was bleeding, yes, the wounds from my throat and underbelly making a considerible pool beneath me, but I felt no pain. The horrors I was forced to endure with that bastard human whom captured me, all of the pain that I was forced to deal with for so many fucking years. All gone. never again would I have to deal with it. A low cackle began to escape from me, growing in volume, until i threw my head back to let the disturbing laughter fly through the dawn air. "I am INVINCIBLE!" I roared with dark glee. It was the mkst fantastic of feelings. Knowing that nothing in the whole world could hurt you after years of just seething pain.

I lowered my head in time to see that stupid Torterra diving dramaticly to catch the half mechanical bitch in his tree. I cocked my head slightly, smirking in glee as I heard the snapping of several branches. His wince told me that he was feeling that. Good. The bastard deserved it for trying to help the lost cause. Suddenly another ball of dark energy came from the same direction and I turned to see that new Eevee shooting another fucking Shadow Ball at me. My joy faultered for a moment and I snarled purely for her, my eyes flashing angerly. I allowed the attack to make it's hit, smashing right into the side of my face. My head snapped back a few inches from the impact, but I still felt none of the pain. I slowly lowered my head to stare right back at the fucking rat. My grin grew impossibly wider as I just stared at her. All I could think of was taking her into my jaws, smashing every single fucking bone in her tiny body. "Retreat! Everyone, to Blackthorne!" These words were from the fucking pile of dogfood. My narrowed gaze broke the connection with the Eevee to regaurd the bird. She was calling for her little group to fall back.

Music to my ears.

Another soft cackle began to build in my throat. Why had I never enjoyed being myself before? This shit was AMAZING! The bird flew over to the Gabite, saying something before shooting me a glare. I simply stared back, my manical laughter growing louder and louder. "I told you- I am INVINCIBLE!" I roared with glee at the group; my chesire grin still growing on my face. The fucking Umbreon was suddenly back. My joy evaporated again as I turned to growl at him despite the distance between us. Fucking Eeveelutions. The limping bastard turned to do some weird thing... Confusion momentarily overtook my facial features as there was a warp in the air before me. The fuck...? Suddenly it hit. I instantly knew that the fucker had used an attack to confuse me. I recognized the symptoms instantly and I roared with fury, stepping back in my disoriantation. I snapped my eyes shut, knowing too well that it would just make shit worse. With a growl I swiped multiple times at my muzzel with my large paws. The bird's words rang through the air again and I roared in the direction, wordlessly cursing the sneaky bitch.

"This isn't the end!" She spat, her words softer as distance grew between us. My eyes snapped open, so much wrath in my body I could not simply stand still and let them retreat like cowards. The words was moving back and forth, angles impossibly for true reality, and I hissed angerly. I could not focus on anything, the lines of each thing I turned to blurred. But I managed to catch a blue and black blob. As the blue disappeared and I saw gold, I knew it had been the Gabite by the Umbreon. But now it was just the Umbreon. "Fuck no it isn't!!" I screamed in response to the bitch before openig my maw as far as I could. Almost instantly a thick beam or a golden white light shot right at the Umbreon. My Hyper Beam was wild, my head involentarily jerking, and it made loud crashing sounds as it smashed into trees and rocks. But soon enough I had to end the attack, panting despite myself. My eyes were shut again, my stomach feeling as if it's contents would come up. 

And what would make this a perfect day? Why, nothing more than another SANDSTORM. It could only be that bitchy little dragon. As the sand bit at my pelt from all sides, my legs began to give out. I may not have been able to feel the attacks, but my body apparently fucking could. With having to recharge as well as now stuck in the shithole of sand, my notmally powerful legs gave out. I hit the ground with a grunt as my deep chest smashed into the unforgiving ground. Ugh... That could have ended better...


A feline screech of fear was ripped from my chest as I was flung through the air. My limbs flailed unsucessfuly and I turned to look desperately at my friends as I shot towards them. But she said they weren't actually my friends... A loud booming voice interrupted my thoughts as I was suddenly hitting a tree. "I GOT YOU!" Ow. Healthy leaves were suddenly thrown in my face, a branch smashing against my chest as I came to a complete hault. Really ow. I heard a few of the weaker branches give way but my body was holding on strongly to the original branch I hit. My sleek feline body was doubled over, my front legs as well as my hind ones hanging in unison towards the ground. I looked like a Luxray towel hund out to dry. 

My eyes slowly eased shut as a groan escaped my lips. I didn't want to do that again. But it was then that realization shot through me and my eyes snapped open just as fast as they closed. The tree beneath my was moving...?! "B...Bass?!" I gasped loudly. I would have tried to get down from my perch but I was so exhausted suddenly. I slowly slid down, my back legs leading my body as I fell ungracefully onto the Torterra's back. With another groan and a rub to my eyes with my normal paw, I leaned against Bass' tree. My body slumped, my eyes opening lazily as if I were intoxicated. "Bass... You have moves." Was all that I had the energy to say.

I was vaugly awear of movements and screaming around me, but I could not be bothered to care at the moment. I simply layed down on Bass, enjoying the rare security I found myself in. "Thank you Bass," escaped me as I closed my eyes. I was awake, but my mind was fuzzy. If it was being thrown through the air, frighting the other Luxray, or being scolded by the other Luxray... I had no idea. I was just tired. Tired.

((Ooc; No, I lied. I love this whole friggin team so much.
Also, I had permission to Hyper Beam West Flame but up to Neg if it hits or not c: ))
((EDIT: This post took my 75 minutes to do ono))

((ooc: skip please))

Wolfe had just then poked his head out from the bushes surrounding the battle. He had been cleanly knocked out of the scene by Bass's tail. It, of course, was Bass's mistake because he turned sharply to hit Wolfe, but it nonetheless knocked him absolutely out of the scene. He saw the others retreat, then Rio gave a roar. They were headed for Blackthorne again. Wolfe charged out and gave his own kind of roar as they fled. He looked to Rio, who was looking mighty weak. He leaned over to look at her. Just then, a Sandstorm blew in. Knowing Rio would be affected and she was already hurt, Wolfe leaned down and shielded Rio, throwing up a Protect around them so the Sandstorm wouldn't hit them.
"It wouldn't be good for you to hurt any more than you've been hurt." he stated dryly, his throat hoarse. They would move slowly away from the storm and black to Blackthorne, if Rio is up to it.

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(OoC: Yaaaay for short and crappy posts. xD)

Shaina stared at the cat, as her attack hit her. But... It didn't have any effect on her?! And now she was... Starring at her... If you couldn't see how scared she must look by now, you would be blind. She was about to send off another Shadow Ball, when the Bird called out. "Retreat! Everyone, to Blackthorne!" She asked them to retreat now? THAT was something she could do. She was about to run, when she looked at the Umbreon. It was trying to confuse the cat with Sand attack?

The next moment, the big dragon thing there wasn't a undead stood up front to the cat and other thing. "Get into the trees, now. You don't want this stuff getting in your eyes." She was standing behind him, and was wondering what he meant when a sandstorm came out of nowhere. Or, she guessed he had summoned it. She quickly dug her way under ground and away from the sound of the sandstorm. When she thought it was safe, she came back up to the surface, looking back at the two undead who was now trapped in the sandstorm.

Rocket was satisfied to see that his Sandstorm had actually forced the bitch to drop to the floor. He smirked as he turned round and ran after his friends. He was surprised to see the Eevee's head pop up from under the ground. She can use Dig too, huh? "Hey," he skidded to a halt beside her. "Quit gawking at them at get a move on. Do you want to end up like the other guy? Once they've had a taste of Eevee they're gonna want more!" He had meant for it to be a joke, but wasn't sure if she'd take it too well. Learn to think about what you're saying before you blurt shit out, you idiot, he thought, continuing to run. Surely Blackthorn was getting closer now...? His legs weren't exactly built for running long distances.

"Thank you Bass."

A thank you? A thank you and compliment in one whole day? SWEET! He'd always dreamt about this moment, the moment where in which he got to play the role of prince charming and save the damsel in this distress, who in this case just so happens to be undead...So, that'd make the damsel in distress a zombie princess in need of her white knight. This day was really turning out to be fantastic..Kinda, sorta, maybe...Well, Yes- wait, No-

Whatever. He got to play hero for a bit and that was all he could ask for. In fact, now that he thought about it, and if the skipping gallantly through the random sandstorm that just blew out of nowhere, that this awesome adventure with his newfound friends and apparent "moves", as Luxray #2 so adequately put it, was just so much more than he could ask for!

'Oh man, if Xerxes, Maura and Jane could just see this now! Who's got the swag and mad skillz now, Xer?! Janey?!'

And so with that mindset in place, the clumsy oaf of a Torterra trudgingly, romped his way towards his fellow comrades as they sped their way down to Blackthorne. But even as the Grass type was off in his happy place, Bass just couldn't stave down the sick feeling he was getting at the pit of his stomach at thought of going back to that hell-hole of a town.

"Just don't think about it, Bass-y boy. It probably isn't even anything. You just don't wanna go back cause it gives you the creeps...Yeah, it just scares you shitless, that's all."

...Welp, that did absolutely nothing to cure his anxiety. Groaning in resignation, the Tortoise giant simply continued to walk on, his worries plaguing his already jumpy brain.

'Dammit...So much for happy thoughts.'

(OoC: Skip please, my post depends on Ciana. .w.)

She stared for a while. But as the dragon thing came over to her and spoke, things changed. "Quit gawking at them at get a move on. Do you want to end up like the other guy? Once they've had a taste of Eevee they're gonna want more!" She immediately froze at first. Then all of a sudden, she used quick attack to get the hell away from there. And it would have worked if she hadn't been so scared, that she accidentally ran into a tree, nearly knocking herself out. She quickly got at her feet, and looked around to see where the others where.

((OoC; *Really don't wana skip ^^;*))

I hope I didn't make the wrong decision. Written shook her head to disseminate her negative thoughts, focusing solely on evacuating this needless battle for another time. The bird flapped her wings deftly through the forest's branches and leaves, soon finding herself at the bridge - the peg that had still been left standing on the other side was barely latched onto ground. Anyone who dared to walk on this bridge would soon find themselves falling into the depths of the ravine.

There's got to be some other way... There was no way in hell that she would dare try flying the others across; they had seen how that turned out, flinching at the memory of how helpless she felt when she lost her flight. She landed softly as she awaited for the others to reach her standing point, cocking her head to the side as she looked for other ways to reach their ways across.

Written stared at the destroyed peg on the other side, noticing how it needed a Hyper Beam to tear it apart - that thing sure was sturdy. An idea began to form in her mind, the gears moving as her eyes analyzed the broken leg. If they could find a large enough tree... and could use Bass' own Hyper Beam... Then we can create a makeshift bridge! The plan was surely outlandish, but it was worth more than nothing at all.

Suddenly feeling pumped at the prospective of finally having a plan, the Swellow flapped her wings and, mid-flight, turned around and called to the others, "Hurry! I have a plan of action!" Her heart began to race, knowing that the Luxray and Garchomp would surely follow. They only had once chance at this, and if they failed... well, then a bloodbath would surely ensue. It's now or never!

[ooc: ;-; I kinda don't have the time to write for Westie, so let's just say he began to limp after Rocket]

Apparently his little joke had startled the poor Eevee a great deal. She zoomed straight past him and smacked straight into a tree. Rocket couldn't help but let out a loud snort of laughter at this. She appeared a little dazed so Rocket skidded to a halt next to her as she got to her feet.

"Look, it was a joke, OK?" he grinned, covering up his laugh with his fin. "But I did mean it to a certain extent. Now get a move on!" Sick of hanging around for clumsy people like this, Rocket scooped Shaina up and started to run with her. Having no hands meant that holding her while running was difficult, but he simply held her tightly between his fin and belly as she jiggled up and down in his grasp. He checked behind him to see if the Umbreon was following him, and was glad to see that he hadn't become the next meal of those two crazies.

"Hurry! I have a plan of action!" Written's voice stopped him in his tracks. He saw that once again they were next to the ravine. The broken bridge hung uselessly in front of them. He put Shaina down and marched over to the Swellow. "Well?" he demanded. "What is it?"

((ooc: skip pls))

(OoC: I have to skip again, as my post really depends on Ciana. .w.)

She was still confused when she heard something that sounded like laughter hold back. Then, the dragon-type came over to her. "Look, it was a joke, OK?" That made her feel embarrassed about getting scared. "But I did mean it to a certain extent. Now get a move on!" She was about to say something, but it got torn away from her as she got picked up and he ran off. She held on as good as she could on scales, but couldn't keep still as he had no hands.

They ran for a time before she heard a familiar voice. It was the bird who had asked for her help in the first place. "Hurry! I have a plan of action!" She wondered what it was, as the dragon-type placed her down on the ground. She walked over to what they where standing at. It was a pretty broken bridge. There was no way they could get over to the other side! "Well? What is it?" The dragon-type asked. She looked over at the bird, very curious of the plan.

((Please skip me. Rocket is waiting on Written's reply and can do very little in the meantime.))

((Skip me. Both my girls are passed out and I figure that you guys deserve a moment of peace. Hehe Permission for Wolfe to carry Rio, if Tails wishes.))