The ICIRRUS Team

Through the darkness of the night, Jirachi could see what was going on very clearly. Panic and tension rose in the are as a swift figure neared the group, the light of it's Ice Beam only barely lighting up the shadowed surroundings. A Weavile, from what the Wishmaker could make out, was attacking the Metagross. Watching the show from the skies, the little pixie's eyes widened.

The Weavile had bowed, and soon it was apparent that the Metagross had been sliced in half--with such skill and precision that maybe not even a legend could match. "One more...one more!" Her cackles were loud enough to reach Jirachi's ears, and watching the Weavile go, the Wishmaker began to applaud. "Now that is power." she grinned.

Finding her work done here, she clutched the wish stone tightly before she flew away--hoping she would meet another one of those undeads.

[OOC: Finished floating here, bye!]

"Hey Prince, what happen to your crown?" The simple sentence had made the Fraxure panic. Shit. Where was his crown? Prince wasn't Prince without the crown, at least, that's how it all played out in his head. "Where IS my crown? Hey, did any of you see where it went?" the dragon fidgeted nervously, so caught up in finding his missing item that he had barely realized the Zebstrika was there. "Shiny. I've always waited for her by her home, but she would always go hang out by the cliffside with some Deino and this guy."

Prince looked up to find the newcomer motioning to him, and the Fraxure looked confused--glancing over at Pure. "Deino? You must mean Paladin... Zebstrika, how do you know it was me? I was only an Axew then..." he mumbles, thinking back to the time the 3P trio all sat together and shared conversation. Observing that the Sawsbuck was not answering this newcomer, Prince decided to stay quiet about his friend's identity. "So anyways, what's your guys' names?" Clearing his throat, the Fraxure spoke. "My name is Prince, a pleasure to be of your acquaintance."

Suddenly, an undead Weavile appeared and almost immediately Prince was ready to fight. Narrowing his eyes, he watched almost too calmly, as the Harbinger sliced the Metagross up. Taking a bow, the Harbinger made it's leave. "I am unsure whether to be appalled or emotionless." he mumbled, frowning. "Or perhaps both would suffice..."

The Fraxure panicked upon the realization his crown was gone. The Zebstrika just tilted his head, weirdo. What's the point of panicking over a crown when you should panic over lives? The Dragon-type, however, paused when he heard the Equine's response to the Undead Sawsbuck, "Deino? You must mean Paladin... Zebstrika, how do you know it was me? I was only an Axew then..." He mumbled, the Electric-type, however, only heard partial parts, specifically the part about of how he knew the Fraxure was the Axew back then. Casanova laughed, "Your scent of course!" He gave a nod shortly after, as if remembering some times when his nose was actually useful, "My sense of smell is quite strong."

Her lips curled to a frown, his sense of smell is strong? Yet he can't fucking tell whether the Sawsbuck was Pure? Did she smell that bad? It made her stomach churn, however, the thought she lost her own scent because the stench of death covered it. Did the Epidemic really want to take everything away from her?... She had Prince at least, and maybe if the Electric-type were to shut up, he might actually make a comforting friend... But then again, he seemed to loathe Undead. That would be too hard on him wouldn't it? 'Hey, I'm Pure, and I'm also that Shiny Deerling you mentioned, but hey, I got myself bitten and now Undead!' Wonderful, just fucking wonderful honestly. Prince introduced himself as Casanova asked for names, he must have caught drift that Pure didn't want to reveal her name if he said nothing. Thank you Prince, you are a fucking lifesaver!

And then the sudden death of the Metagross.

Pure stared blankly at the death, the Weavile finishing it off with a bow as he left a sliced up corpse in his wake. Well who knows how many people left her, she barely knew the damn Steel/Psychic duel-type, what would the point of mourning over him? In under twelve hours, she has lost Kinah, she has lost Flame, and she has lost Paladin. How the hell was she suppose to respond to this?... She sighed, letting the thoughts go out with her breath. If only the Normal/Grass duel-type could speak of her problems freely. No way is she telling Prince, afterall, he has to deal with that Deino of a bitch first. Pure didn't want to burden him any more. Maybe Casanova...? He's a tough Pokemon, she doesn't exactly remember him, but she had the feeling he's tough. Maybe, just maybe... For now, she'll go with the flow she wanted to go with; let ignorance be a bliss.

Casanova glanced at the Sawsbuck, who seemed emotionless throughout the death Were Undead like that generally? Then again, she shown a lot of sass earlier! But once the Electric Zebra reached the question about names she stood silent. The death of the Metagross, Prince simply mumbled something, whereas the Honchkrow that accompanied the Gardevoir fucking took the Metagross's eye and ate it. What the fuck?! The Zebstrika stared at all of them awestruck, what kind of a reaction is this to a death?! He gulped down his anxiety, if this was the kind of group he had to stick with for a while, then he'll take it. He'll take it because the Fraxure was here, he must know where Pure was. And Casanova will not take no for an answer!

But the fact a corpse is right in front of them, the Zebstrika tried to take his eyes off the scene, the result being him scanning the Pokemon around him. His eyes caught a red scarf worn by the Sawsbuck. Take it off, and she'll probably look like a future version of Pure. She smells familiar on top of that, but even if his doubts about the Sawsbuck were to be true... There's no way the Deerling he once knew and love would end up to be a cannibalistic meat lover. Yeah, she's too sweet... Casanova felt surprised as the Sawsbuck suddenly turned to him, looking him straight in the eyes. This was all too familiar... He dismissed that, the Season Pokemon rising a brow, "What the hell are you looking at?" Well that clears it up, she's rude! There's no way that's Pure!

"At least give a name!" He responded harshly, it was more of a whisper than a yell. Pure felt one of her eyes twitch in annoyance, but she simply huffed, turning away rather rudely. But hey, if she's rude, he'll leave her alone... The Sawsbuck paused, feeling her neck lose the warmth of the red scarf. She turned, only to see the Zebstrika with that red scarf between his teeth. "Give that back!" She hissed, attempting to reach up for the scarf. However, it would always be out of her grasp, "Give me your name first and I'll give it back!" Does he really want to fuck with her that badly with such a childish game? Never is it to her... It was before he became a douche, it was back when he was sweet and kind.

((Please skip. I don't know what to have Eris do, and in truth, I already had a post but lost it.))

“Now, now...” Kaze makes an ill-advised attempt at some damage control and floats towards the two equine pokemon, his face set in an easy and trustworthy smile. "Let's shut this down right now before someone says or does something they're going to regret later."
With a neat little twist of the rippling frill of his 'skirt' the Gardevoir bows politely to the Zebstrika and his necklace hangs forwards as he does so.
"My name is Kaze Ken, Three Ribbon Winner of Sinnoh's Grand Contest for Supreme Beauty." He gives a surprisingly flirtatious wink. "And Co-champion of the Red Leagues Double Pokemon Deathmatch for four years along with Hayato, he's the Honchkrow by the way. Pleased to meet you~!"
With a smile Kaze claps his hands together with a determined look and turns to the Sawsbuck. To be perfectly honest the Gardevoir doesn't like her at all really but he can feel the dark emotions swirling around her. The poor Grass Type was fed up because of...whatever had happened that made the burning intense emotion wave happen and the Zebstrika doesn't realize that.
It was only a matter of time before something horrible happened and he couldn't let that ruin his day.
"Don't you think we could be trying a bit harder to acknowledge others feelings? This is a rare moment when we're not being plunged into a life or death struggle for survival, we should be enjoying it~!"
His little speech over with the psychic type leans backwards with a sweet smile, aware it was now very likely he was about to get yelled at.
He doesn't particularly mind, Hayato yelled at him all the time and he never cared.
Kaze genuinely was as friendly as he acted. He did sincerely like other pokemon, they were very interesting.
Besides he wanted to know more about this Sawsbuck that was undead but not undead and this Zebstrika that seemed to know the others.
He was looking for a Deerling and the Gardevoir near knew that it would have to turn out to really be the Sawsbuck before she evolved because that was a good story.
In which case it was Kaze's job to keep them from fighting each other for long enough to realize that they were really going to fall in love.
Kaze smiles widely.
Fun~!

Hayato's blood red eyes sweep through the sky as the Big Boss Pokemon licks the fast few drops of blood from the edge of his beak, savoring the last few tart drops like sweets.
Ah Metagross, truly a worthy meal. Most of the carcass tasted like shit but with a little wriggle of the beak and a firm grip there were some scraps of the meat, like the creatures large eyes, that were not only edible but delicious. His only regret was that the steel bodied pokemon may have ended up his meal but it was not his kill.
A Weavile, a dark type like himself with claws to slash and scrape. Coy little minx.
Blinking his black feathered eyes the Honchkrow absentmindedly runs his beak over his feathers. He is perfectly capable of grooming his own feathers but normally he was too busy with training to worry about whether he looked very attractive and the times he wasn't he preferred to get Kaze to tend to his feathers as a bit of payback for all the tricks the Gardevoir played on him.
Perhaps he should be thinking about tidying up a bit...
The long curved talons, still wet from the Metagross's corpse, tighten around the tree branch as Hayato carefully goes over his wings with his curved yellow beak. He is plucking free a bright red wing feather when a flicker of movement catches his eye.
Hayato quizzically cocks his head to the side.
There it is again, something is approaching. Finally, some action.
Hayato pecks at another loose feather as he wonders what to do.
Kaze is going on and on talking to boring pokemon and not him and the Big Boss pokemon doesn't like that but if he doesn't tell the Gardevoir about potential danger than he would get yelled at if anyone got hurt anf Kaze got very irritating when he was upset.
With a frustrated sigh Hayato throws back his plumed head and gives a harsh loud and guttural caw to get Kaze's attention.
"Something coming." The avian croaks. "Let's kill it."

Prince was still in panic, his crown was gone. It wasn't anywhere near him, just where had it rolled off to? The Fraxure couldn't just take standing around anymore, he had to find his possession. "Um... Please excuse me, I need to find my crown. I'll be back immediately, no worries!" the dragon told the others, before racing off into the thick flora. Running closer to the center of the city, he was surprised to find his foot plant into a deep imprint within the snow. Staring onto the ground, the dragon curiously analyzed it. Were these... footprints?

"I've never seen such a big footprint before... This, is this an undead's?" Prince leaned forward, sniffing at the mark. Dragons weren't know for their exceptional sense of smell, but the shiny reckoned he'd be able to catch at least a small scent of infection. Unfortunate for him, all around him there was the stench of the dead--dead bodies lying limp and snowbound and blood only a few feet away from him. Frustrated, the Fraxure began to follow the footprints instead. "What would be large enough to create such big prints..."

"Such an amazing thing, destroyed by some pathetic Pokemon." the voice was old and robotic, a deep rumbling from the automaton that stood in front of him. Following the tracks he had come across this giant, it's large body lumbering across the ruins. Prince immediately felt threatened, he'd never seen such a Pokemon before. The Golurk hadn't noticed him yet. 'Good, perhaps I co-' the Fraxure's thoughts were cut short as he noticed a glint of metal in the snow. It was his crown.

The Golurk was headed straight past it, and if it took only a few more steps, the giant would crush it. Panicked, Prince rushed forward as fast as he could, snarling as he snatched his crown from the snow, rolling away from the automaton. Narrowing his eyes to a glare, the dragon roared at the golem. He wasn't sure if it was infected, and he sure as hell couldn't read that emotionless face of it. "Stay away!" Fear grew inside of him. What if this Pokemon was going to endanger the others? He couldn't have that... He couldn't take any chances.

Tightly grabbing his crown, Prince initiated his Outrage attack. Blind with rage, his form glowed a fierce red as he rushed the Golurk, slamming onto it's side and causing it to fall. All he needed to do was make sure the golem had no openings to attack, and that was exactly what he did. The Fraxure didn't stop his outrage, slamming onto the ground-ghost again and again. Soon the Golurk had stopped moving, body covered with dents and cracks. The automaton was old, and an easy kill.

Unknown to him, the crown had yet again, slipped from his grasp. As he stumbled across the white landscape, vision blurred and confused, it was only at the very last minute that Prince realized something.

He was glowing white.

[OOC: Crappy post... sob.]

"Now, now..." The Gardevoir said, attempting to calm down the situation, "Let's shut this down right now before someone says or does something they're going to regret later." Casanova scoffed, but handed Pure her red scarf back rather rudely with his quick movements. The Sawsbuck said nothing as anger and irritation still boiled inside of her, some of it directed at the Hoenn Pokemon, whereas most of it was directed at that piece of scum. The Psychic-type introduced himself as Kaze, and the Honchkrow as Hayato. Something about ribbons too, though the Equine paid no attention to that as she and the Electric-type had an intense stare-down; a silent battle where they couldn't be interrupted. Pure held her gaze with the obnoxious Zebstrika as she picked up her red scarf with utter care. Wrapping it around her neck without tying it properly. What does he want with her other than a ARCEUS-DAMN name?! She huffed, breaking off the battle as she turned away. Ruffling up this bastard ain't going to make him leave her alone. Bastards will be bastards, he'll never learn to mature will he? What kind of Pokemon takes a fucking scarf just for a name? Then again, she was a bit overreactive over a silly little gift from Paladin, but Casanova was the one that started it! [Insert a bunch of fingers hooves pointed at the stupid bastard!]

All he asked for was a damn name! Was it really that hard to ask for one?! Casanova continued to thow daggers even when the Seasons Pokemon turned away. Kaze being the middle guy, he clapped his hands together trying to catch Casanova's attention. Though the Zebstrika never bothered to turn and face him, he listened as the Gardevoir began, "Don't you think we could be trying a bit harder to acknowledge others feelings? This is a rare moment when we're not being plunged into a life or death struggle for survival, we should be enjoying it~!" The Electric-type blinked, then turned over to Kaze with glares ready. The Psychic-type at least understood the situation, him backing off slightly as soon as the Zebra-like Pokemon shifted his gaze towards him. Casanova glanced back at the Sawsbuck, five dollar bet she's thinking; 'Enjoying the struggle for life and death, my ass!' Thinking about her most recent actions, definitely she must be thinking that! "Um... Please excuse me, I need to find my crown. I'll be back immediately, no worries!" Prince perked up, Casanova blinked, what?! He needed to ask about the Sawsbuck's name! However, the Fraxure disappeared into the flora in a flash, the Zebstrika feeling crestfallen. Well shit.

Pure watched the Zebstrika looking strongly disappointed as Prince left. Figures, he wants the name that fucking badly. Before she could react, however, Casanova immediately turned towards the Sawsbuck, stomping towards her with a fiery rage blazing within his eyes. She flinched, this guy overreacts over the smallest of things doesn't he? Five Poke bet he wasn't like this when they were little! "Look, I don't know what's the problem with not giving a name!" He hissed, his snout scrunched up with bitter anger as he towered over Pure. She stumbled backwards a bit, but held her ground as she held her gaze with the Zebstrika's as he continued to rant, "You're Undead! I don't trust you because of that, and since you're not giving a name..." The equine paused, "Give me one fucking good reason not to kill you!" He narrowed his eyes as if hesitant to face Pure. Why, she wasn't that scary. What, is prissy boy afraid of Pokemon that change along with the seasons? BOO-FUCKING-HOO! Build a bridge, and get the fuck OVER it! It's true she was Undead, but it's not like she picked out that path herself! If she could, she would have continued to be living! If that's how things is... then kill her! KILL HER NOW! GET HER OUT OF HER MISERY AS AN UNDEAD SO SHE WOULDN'T HURT ANYONE LATER!

"Something coming. Let's kill it." Hayato croaked, interrupting their fight. Casanova paused, giving the Sawsbuck her space as he backed away [but still continued to glare at her till the end like the childish bastard he was!]. He threw a curious glance at the Honchkrow, kill it? Is it Undead? Dangerous? Then again, there's an Undead with the group, it's no surprise if a bird can mistaken the scent for this Sawsbuck. A rustle in the nearby bushes made Casanova stop in his tracks completely. Shit, okay, maybe not the Sawsbuck... Another rustle in the opposite side, were there multiple? Equine's noses aren't the best, but the smell of death and decay filled the area quickly. The Zebstrika threw a worried glanced over at the Seasons Pokemon, did she perhaps... bring comrades? "Hey..." He began rather harshly, his tone was quiet for only him and the other Equine to hear, "Did you bring your undead comrades over?"

She blinked in utter surprise, a frown coming upon her face as she glared at Casanova, "Are you stupid or have you just plain out lost your mind?" Pure heaved a heavy sigh, "If I wanted to kill you, I would have been glad to do it myself-!" A fierce screech cut her off as a heavy weight suddenly slammed into her. Pure felt herself pinned to the floor as she looked up to see her attacker; an Eelektross. Eyes sockets were flooded with blood, purple blotches splattered across the unsaturated battered skin. Muscle and bone exposed, the only recognizable thing about this Eelektross was the body shape and its razor sharp teeth, "Shit, shit, shit!" She cursed wildly, flailing as she tried to push the Eel-like Pokemon off of her. The Zebstrika suddenly rushed in, throwing the Undead off of her as he rammed into it head on. "You better thank me later for this!" She snorted at his response, but as she glanced around her surroundings, more and more Undead began to appear. A variety of them at that; Eelektross, Druddigon, Fraxures, even another Sawsbuck! Shit, this is why Pure wanted to wear a goddamn red-scarf. When the Eelektross pinned her down, her red scarf disappeared among the flora. Well ain't she just fucked? But she didn't need it to win this fight! No way! Like a bull, she scraped the dirt with her right hoof, snorting as she lowered her head to show mostly her antlers. 'Think again you low-life bastards! Try hitting me!'

Well the brightside to this; Casanova could get her name as his reward. The downside? They could die and get eaten right here on the spot! The Zebstrika's fur began to trickle with electricity as Undead began to show up. It'll be worth getting a name off of the Sawsbuck, why? Because she's a suspicious little fuck that gets on Casanova's nerves! In a normal situation, he would have honestly ran off like some sissy girl, but no! He has some buddies around here to act as his back-up! He needed to leave a good impression after all of those arguments he had with her! Ready to fight, he threw daggers at the Undead that began closing in on the group, where was Prince in all of this bullshit?! He glanced around, looking wildly for the Fraxure until his eyes met up with another Undead Sawsbuck. His heart immediately dropped, anxiety began to chew up his insides, the electricity that danced across his fur now ebbing away as he gaped at the Pure look-a-like. Goddammit, he might accidentally kill the Sawsbuck he had arguments earlier with! Then again... He threw a rock-hard glanced over at the Seasons Pokemon, who rammed into a few Undead. It wouldn't be that bad to kill her right? Afterall, she's dead herself...

His thoughts were interrupted as the Undead Sawsbuck he met eyes with earlier rammed into him, Casanova immediately catching on as his hairs began to explode with electricity again. The walking dead didn't flinch as it tried to bite into the Zebstrika's neck. Casanova pushed the Sawsbuck off, causing it to stumble backwards before meeting its eyes once more. NOW it's pissed! Great, just fan-fucking-tastic! Annoyed, the Electric-type let the flames engulf him, ramming into the Undead Sawsbuck with the flames licking its face. Stop. Casanova backed off immediately, watching his handiwork finish itself as the Undead began to flail violently, soon dropping down to the ground. Drop. It continued to flail, trying to get back up. However, all was lost for it as soon as it slowly began to stop. And die, not roll, but die. Thankfully, the Zebstrika didn't have to go over the rules of how to deal with flames with this one!

A ball of green formed in front of Pure, about the size of a decent bowling ball. She never played bowling, but she remembered running into a bowling alley humans had when she first began her life in the Epidemic. Pure would love to play that game! She rolled the Energy Ball down towards the group of huddled Undead. In one shot, she had knocked them all over, though they didn't die, definitely they all stumbled backwards. Spare. She threw another Energy Ball, finishing off that group of Undead that was replaced with another. This will be her strike! Quickly and cleanly, another ball of energy formed, the Sawsbuck rolled it across the grass with ease... Strike! She wasn't playing by the rules, but hey, she would have made a pretty damn good bowler!...

BUT, something felt off. Where's Prince in all of this? He said he went to go find his crown and shit, but shouldn't he have heard all that ruckus by now and start running back towards the group? Pure continued to fight as her thoughts began to race across her mind. And what about that stupid Deino? Is she doing anything? Or did she fucking follow Prince like the clueless little youngster she was? It was obvious Eris was clingy, Pure didn't like it. Because, one; clingy Pokemon never get anything from being clingy. Two; it shows she's dependent, that she's weak. And finally three; it reminded Pure a lot of how the Sawsbuck was like when she was with Paladin. Oh how she loathed him! If he were here now, she would have just ditched the group and run over to the prick of a dragon and stab his insides out with her very own antlers! Bastard made her go through a bunch of shit the past few days! As she rammed another Eelektross over, she hovered over its corpse, shoving her sharp antlers down the stomach. Ohoho, give her a gift -- SLICE! -- give her a couple of new friends -- CRACK! -- watch her new friends leave her bit by bit --CRUNCH! -- finally, he leaves her himself!

She paused, staring down at the mangled body before spitting at it. The Sawsbuck was stronger than that! No way is she letting Paladin steer her damn life! Fuck you Paladin! Fuck you Casanova! And FUCK you life!

[Ooc: I broke a lot of things writing this post. Thank you very much]

Kuro was watching the stars, not really paying attention to the things that where going on around him. He was thinking of how long it would take him before he got stronger, he wanted nothing more then to become a powerful Tyranitar, but was he prepared to lose his arms and legs once he became a Purpitar? He would only have to be it for a little while right? He wasn't about to spend the rest of his life as one, but he really didn't want to become such a useless pokemon. How Iritating it would be.

His attention was soon striped from the sky when he heard Prince starting to go on a rampage. Turning his head he saw him starting to attack something. He hadn't seen a pokemon like that before, but it wasn't the pokemon he was fasinated by, it was Prince. They dragon type was so powerful, able to take down such a large opponent with such ease. Maybe he could train Kuro? Help the Larvitar get stronger, strong enough that he would become the world most powerful Tyranitar. Though before he could go over and ask the dragon type if he would train him, Prince started to glow white.

With a cheerful and sickening naive smile the Gardevoir drifts back a fraction as the Zebstrika lets go off the scarf. He knew everyone could be friends~!
His emerald green eyes flicker open soon enough at the sound of Hayato's call.
If Hayato thought there was some simple threat he would have simply plucked it out of the air like a ripe berry and bought it back for them to fight together. The fact that he could actually be bothered sounding something amounting to a warning before flapping down from the tree as silent as a Noctowl meant that his usual desire to hoard all the rewards of battles for the two of them had been overidden by self preservation.
With the usual drift of psychic power steering him through the air Kaze flits over to Hayato's side as the Honchkrow lands on the remains of the Metagross and causally plucks out the other red eye.
So long together had honed Kaze's empathetic powers to Hayato's emotional frequency closer than most he can feel the thrill of the hunt starting to course beneath the black feathers.
With a sudden movement he tilts his head to the side so one blood-colour eye is staring into the deep forest around them. A feather tip flicks as the scent of putrefying flesh reaches the pair only a few seconds in front of its owner.
Kaze stays close at his side as Hayato throws back his feathered head and from deep inside him flies a powerful cry of dominance and bloodlust that echoes through the autumnal treetops.
The Gardevoir can't help but fleetingly feel that if he were a Murkrow he would come to flocking straight to Hayato's side after hearing that sound.
As it stands it is the command for battle.
Miving seamlessly from an aminable dozing dreaminess to a ninja sharp precision the Gardevoir leaps forwards and swings over the back of one of the Undead Sawksbucks they weren’t trying to be friends with (it was male) and mounts it bareback like a human horse rider.
The leaf green fingers dart between its horns and dig straight into its red eyes, crushing them like overripe grapes as the Equine pokemon struggles desperately to toss him off.
"Giddy up!" Kaze calls cheerfully in a way that doesn't seem quite so friendly with the aqueous humours of the eye still dripping from his fingers as he delivers a stinging slap to the rump of the Sawsbuck and sends it careening into an undead Electross. As the Sawsbucks flailing hooves trample the unfortunate eel the Honchkrow almost casually crushes its head beneath his talons.
"Ole~!” The Gardevoir cries like a cliched Matador as he yanks on the blinded Sawsbuck’s horns to send it careening into another target, laughing cheerfully all the way. A smaller undead breaks to run, one leg hanging by a thread from Kaze's attack. "Hayato! Pursuit!" He orders like his trainer once had.

Moving lightly and with only a brief pause to pluck another stray white feather from his breast Hayato leaps out of his treetop perch. He lands on the remains of the Metagross and wipes his talons against the metallic shell of the corpse, gouging marks in the shell and raising a few tiny sparks as it sharpens his talons. Twisting his head with an avian dexterity he worms his beak into the Metagross's other eye socket and plucks out the other red eye and swallows it down. A lot of killing will be happening soon and the small taste of flesh heightens his hunger for battle but helps sate his hunger for flesh. He can't risk accidentally swallowing a bit of infected meat from his usual habits. If by some happy coinsidence the attackers are living he can have a feast of their eyes and bury some of the meat for later. In this cold weather it will keep for the winter months.
The argument of the flower deer and the electric zebra is something Hayato couldn't care less about, the same for the little dragon's worries about his crown.
Battle time was coming and with it generations of breeding comes to the fore. Outwardly he tenses as his body braces itself for lauching into the air but inwardly the wafting scent of rotting flesh soothes him. Kaze's strange insistence on trying to befreind every waif and stray they came across was completely lost on him; the purpose for his very existence was to fight.
He decides to issue a challenge. He lets his feelings bubble up inside of him, the feelings he didn't want to admit and those he had been trying to show for years burst out in one definite crow that would let anyone nearby know he was waiting to kill them.
Obediant to the lessons the Honchkrow had beaten into him Kaze has been waiting at his side for his order.
As usual his battle style was delightly unexpected, the Sawsbuck was barely aware of the weight on its back before Kaze's leaf green fingers were gouging out its eyes.
Hayato felt an unexpected burst of pride in the Psychic type, he had taught him that trick.
Then his battle lust closes in over him.
The two work as a team; either Kaze directing his 'steed' to trample everything in front of it and Hayato finishing off the remains with a slash from his taloned feet or a beak jab straight to the brain or Hayato slashing an undead's legs off with a steady stroke of his wings and tossing the body in front of Kaze to get trampled.
Together they swiftly try to rack up as many kills as possible and Hayato starts to feel the dull buzz in the back of his skull that means he is rapidly gaining experience.
With the ink-like juices of the Sawsbuck's eyes still dripping from his fingers Kaze looked...beautiful.
Trying to ignore the thought Hayato obeys the command without thinking, taking flight and plunging his talons through the undead's head until they meet before shoving away and back into the fray. He makes sure to kill those Kaze has earmarked for destruction first before wounding fresh targets to throw his way; making sure the experience they gain from each death is equal.
Kaze, being Kaze has started to sing as he works.
"I have a question for you; how do you kill what is dead? Well, I shoot from the hip, and I aim for the head~!"
Hayato smiles.

While he glowed with shining light, Prince panicked. His crown was rolling down a dune of snow, and in panic he rushed forward, diving to catch it right when he began to change his form. As he slid down the crown slipped over his neck, getting caught in the middle of his neck as his physique stopped shifting. The dragon felt the surging energy of evolution slowly begin to fade, along with the blinding light. Slowly standing, the behemoth looked down onto his new form, a Haxorus.


"Dear Arceus..." the newly-evolved Haxorus frowned. "I evolved... damnit." balling up his fists and clenching his teeth in rage, Prince was immediately sprinting as he heard a screech. Arriving back at where the others were, the dragon scowled to find them overwhelmed with multitudes of undead. His eyes widened with shock at the sudden amounts of Sawsbuck, and not one of them he could see was wearing a red scarf. "Fuck..." 'And I can't call out her name because she doesn't want that Zebra-ass to know...'

The Haxorus swiftly began making work of all the undead, slamming his fists into their guts as the behemoth slowly cleared a path for himself. The crown stuck on his neck felt uncomfortable, but he stood the pain as he neared the center. "Be careful of which Sawsbuck you hit!" he shouts, looking around. Suddenly it hit him, and Prince stared around. 'Remember, she's no ordinary Sawsbuck, she's a shiny! Her pelt should be brighter than everyone else's! And most of these deer are in Summer and Winter form, Pure's stuck on Spring!'

At the sudden epiphany he began pounding and crushing the skulls of all the Sawsbuck that didn't match the description, searching carefully for Pure.

A few bright orange autumnal leaves fall into the mud as the Gardevoir curls his spring leaf coloured fingers tight around the horns of his bucking steed as the undead flails for balance. Its hard hooves meet only the slippery all too yeilding flesh of others and the blinded Sawsbuck dances backwards, trying to keep its balance.
Roughly the Psychic type yanks the hard branch-like horns to the side and with them the Sawsbuck's head and body as he leads the Grass Type on a slow rampage through the undead hoard. Beneath the deer pokemon's flailing hooves limbs are mashed into a bloody paste and the injured picked off mercilessly by beak and claw.
Kaze drags around his faithful steed into a tight knot of undead trying to stop him. They realize their mistake and try to flee but as soon as they turn around the Sawsbuck's forelegs come down and kick through their skulls.
"If you kill the brain, then you kill the ghoul and its motor functions~!" Kaze sings happily, mentally taking a kill count. Oh, Hayato is going to be happy tonight~!
The Gardevoir leans close to the Sawsbuck's back, smelling the rank of its rotting loose fur, to make himself less of target as it tries to toss its head back and bellows.
As if trying to calm the undead he absent mindely strokes the purple hued fur and a couple of dark hairs come away in one hand.
Kaze is just wiping them off distastefully when the impact of something ramming into the Sawsbuck's side knocks him loose. Keeping a one handed grip on the Sawsbuck's horns he falls with a yelp onto the hard ground, the brittle horn snapping off in his hands and the remaining leaves falling around him.
The Saswbuck snorts a cloud of steam from its nose, its empty eyes as it hauls itself back to its feet. Its hindlegs are bent forwards at a unatural angle and it struggles to get into a charging position as Hayato's long claws plunge into the back of its neck and the Honchkrow flaps his wings hard.
The gore splattered and very hard hooves gouge a plate sized sod of earth from the ground either side of the Gardevoir as Kaze scrambles backwards.
A harsh white glow of light plays around his leaf green fingers as the Gardevoir reaches up and slaps his hands roughly around the Sawsbuck's ears. Blind and now deafened the undead reels backwards as Kaze focuses energy in his palms and releases it in a large powerful blast. A white nimbus of energy explodes from his palms in a spherical ball of shining light that completely envelops the undead's head. It flares brightly once then fades away, leaving a clean space of nothingness where the Sawsbuck's head used to be. A fragment of leaf flutters down as the Sawsbuck slumps.
Kaze looks carefully at the horn still clutched in his hands as from behind an Eelectross decides to try its luck.
The Gardevoir pulls it into a fatal hug as Hayato lands on his shoulders, impaling the slimy eel like pokemon on the red horn of his chest as Hayato plunges his bright yellow beak through the top of its head and straight out the other side.
They clear the area for long enough to see the Haxorus with the crown around its neck come charging into battle.
"Looking good!" Kaze calls cheerfully to it and waves.

Hayato is an animal in battle; fighting talon, beak and razor sharp wing tip as he thinks darker and darker thoughts until he can feel the bloodlust thumping in his chest like a second heart. Any undead injured by Kaze's Sawsbuck aided rampage he ruthlessly disposes off with swift stabs of his beak or a crushing blow from his taloned feet. The path of white feathers on his breast is now a dark red speckled with patches of clear white. The rest of his black feathers drink in the blood with no sign of it but a bit of added weight.
He keeps close to Kaze, mentally keeping a kill count as he violently strikes as anything within pecking distance, viciously plunging his beak into the eye sockets of the undead and tearing out their eyes before killing them as was his habit with any of his prey.
Driving a feathered knee into a crippled undead's stomach and with the buzz of rapid XP gain buzzing inside him like a drug spearing the long filthy talons of his foot straight through the red eyes the Honchkrow tears his way through the ranks of undead like a combination harvester through a wheat feild, fighting with a savagery far greater than the undead's own.
What can be seen of his face beneath the flying entrails is glowing red eyes and a satisfied arrogant grin.
Again and again his bright beak spears through his opponents as Hayato appears suddenly like a shadow dealing death, killing in one strike anything already injured and leaving violent bleeding gashes on anything else as he flings them into Kaze's path.
The spray of red blood around him makes his heart race like nothing else ever had (before he met Kaze) and he revels in the slaughter. Rolling back and forth in pitched battle and enjoying the feeling of the innermost parts of his enemies soaking down to his skin Hayato kills and kills and kills.
Twisting his head to the side as he hears the thump of the Sawsbuck going down Hayato swiftly flaps through the bloody battlefeild and lands hard on the undead's back.
His talons plunge straight through the Sawsbuck's back, severing the lower part of the spinal cord instantly as the Honchkrow takes a firm grip and flaps his wings hard, trying to drag the undead deer back from his partner. The Sawsbuck's snapped hindlegs actually leave the ground for a second before Kaze's hands tightly grip its head.
The flare of harsh light hurts the Honchkrow's red eyes; foolishly he had been looking straight at it and the bird has to shake his head to clear the spots from his vision as the flesh under his talons falls limp and lifeless.
He doesn't see the Eelectross until Kaze has already grabbed it's long toothed arms and pulled it into a normally fatal arm lock. The tip of the red horn sticks from a bulge in the eel creatures rubbery dark blue skin.
Landing on the Gardevoir's shoulders, the grip of the great curved talons surprisingly soft after the carnage they had dealt only moments ago, Hayato darts his head forwards viciously and skewers the eel like a shish kebab.
The undead slumps to the ground as its brain is destroyed and as his whirling dance of death comes to pause the Honchkrow realizes the rapid rise and fall of his feathered breast. He is panting tiredly.
Tucking his bloody wings in for a second Hayato lets his feathered head rest for a moment on Kaze's leaf green hair and feels his energy start to return as Kaze smiles and starts the soft healing pulse of energy to revive not only his brave Honchkrow Warrior but all his new living allies that are helping them level up and get stronger.

[OOC: Skip, because depending on what Pure does, Prince's actions change. c:]

[Sorry, but skip please ;; I'm too busy now]

The Gardevoir, covered in a slick of dark dead blood and less pleasant substances, smiles beauteously and spreads his arms wide in a gesture of peace and forgiveness. His emerald colored eyes stare cheerfully at the ruined torn lumps of flesh formerly called faces before him.
If they had the brains left for it the Undead would have been nervous. Instead they crowd in closer in that curious shuffling walk of pokemon approaching food but worrying it will soon be taken from them.
None think that the bundle of bright orange autumn leaves spread between his spring green fingers, faintly blood stained from the fallen Sawsbuck that had shed them, to be any cause for caution.
Rising faintly in the air from the strength of his Psychic powers Kaze grins widely, a soft inviting smile that makes you want to tell you all your secrets.
He spreads his arms wide as if trying to give every member of the undead horde a big comforting hug and from his pale lips gives a soft sigh that made Hayato feel like a cold bucket of water had been sloshed over him.
A gleam comes into his hard emerald colored eyes and it matches the light starting to play around his fingers.
Blowing a kiss at the nearest undead (a Sawsbuck missing the entirety of its lower jaw that is not sure what to think of the attention) Kaze pirouettes and fans the bright orange leaves out from between his fingers.
A sort of antiglow of dark purple light that sparkled with all the bright colors of the aurora traces its way across the edges of each leaf, making them glow from within with the strange psychic power.
The Gardevoir winks, moving the leaves in a sort of fan dance until they burst out of his hands and continue to dance in a way different to the movements of his spring green fingers.
A few of the more gullible undead are entranced by the darting movements of the shimmering fans of leaves.
It was sparkly, how could they resist the sparkly?
Still smiling like this was the most enjoyable thing he had ever done Kaze forms the leaves into a sort of halo above his head.
They bob and weave around his head like a shoal of playful brightly colored fish, shining flecks of different colored light across the Gardevoir's pale face.
The entire thing has the flashiness of a Contest move about it and so when the Gardevoir plucks each leaf from the air one by one and once again flickers them into a bright edged orange fan he bows deeply, winks at the undead once again then throws the leaves straight and true like they were throwing knives.
The magical leaf attack soars into the crowd of startled undead, each orange leaf suddenly with an edge that rivaled the very best of knives darting directly into their targets of eyes and throats, curving mid flight to strike those that tried to dodge.
Dark red blood splattered the ground and Kaze smiled.
"Fin."

From his perch on the back of an Eelectross, trying to dig his beak through the eel pokemon's thick rubbery skin Hayato feels like applauding.
Kaze was growing up so fast. Before he had been so...weak.
He remembered the Gardevoir that sulked when its pale skin got covered in dirt and vomited when Hayato chose to tear apart his opponent and gouge out their eyes rather than harmlessly knocking them unconscious.
There was barely a trace of him left in that blankly amiable grin.
Hayato's dark red eyes became bright red lights and his feathers seemed to flare even darker with a malevolent black fire.
The caw that issued from his mouth was a sound that sucked the joy from the very air, the sound of a reaper at your door and one that did not bother waiting until you were dead to claim you.
Already large the Honchkrow seemed to swell to an even more ominious shape, his blood stained beak opened wide and promising a short painful future of deepest fear, agony and the rot of decay.
The Eelectross shudders as the Nightshade attack passes over it and Hayato's long untrimmed claws crush its head underfoot with a disrespectful casualness as he leaps onto another undead.
Lost in a beserker rage of bloodlust he gouges eyes and tears throats, each movement shedding bright fans of blood across the soil as he determinedly tries to match Kaze's kill count.
He can feel the added power, the added experience he gains from each throat he slits making him stronger.

The sound of a small-scale explosion behind him alerted the Haxorus of the Axew's presence. "Kid, if you're going to be here then help out with these undead!" Prince shouted, thrashing off a Eelektross trying to do some kind of bloody make out with his face. The dragon was a hard fighter, long, worn claws easily digging into the rotting flesh of his foes then slamming them to the ground. With each cracking skull the behemoth felt stronger, eyes burning with rage.

It wasn't long before he was outlined with a deep, intimidating aura. Eyes glowing a bright crimson as he let out a roar louder than a Luxray's. Clenching his talons into strong fists, the giant initiated an Outrage. He was thrashing about, slamming his fists left and right at anything that came near him, stomping on their crippled bodies. In his attack he had barely noticed the hoards of undead thinning, most of the infected fallen and writhing on the battleground.

The Outrage slowly wore off, his head pounding and dizzy with confusion. Clutching his head in a clawed hand, Prince fought to catch his footing. "Well at least most of them are dead..."

Casanova frowned at the numerous amounts of Undead, his eyes scanning the crowd of Undead Sawsbuck. They were all in Winter or Summer form strangely enough, what's up with the seasons lately? The Sassy Sawsbuck earlier had flowers on her antlers; Spring form. Was she the only one in that form? Even so, the Zebstrika continued to fight, but his legs grew weak with every attack he gave, he heaved heavy pants each attack. This was the first time he ever exerted himself. He should have ditched the group by now, but one of them had valuable information upon his "childhood sweetheart". He wanted to know -- he wanted to know if anything had happened to her. Even if it went as far as her turning Undead and they had to take 'that' route... He shook his head, he must have faith in Pure. She's out there, living, struggling to survive just like him. Her existence was the reason he lived this far.

With her feelings now out, Pure felt mildly relieved despite the situation. Even so, she must keep her guard up, with this never-ending horde of Undead, the best possible plan is to fall back. She gulped, feeling embarrassment flush through her. To retreat was like exclaiming to everybody that she's weak, even though she's not. The Sawsbuck refused, yet at the same time, she knew for the sake of survival must she do so (though she's already dead). The Seasons Pokemon threw her head over her shoulder, the group in her view despite some of them being far from her; "There's too many of them!" She exclaimed, "Retreat for no-!"

Pure was cut off by the incoming Winter Sawsbuck ramming into her, a mockery of the Undead. The Winter Form had nothing of note other than unsaturated colors, this one didn't even need to fight for its life! It probably just drank infected water! But at the moment, Pure felt weak, she spent too much energy venting out her anger earlier (fucking Paladin made her tired...) But terror came across her as Undead began to crowd around her; as if they wanted to eat her right then and there. "Help!" She screeched.

[Ooc: Preferably Prince to rescue = u = Name may be revealed]

"Help!" the shriek of a familiar voice had jerked Prince away from the fray, eyes wide in recognition and he grit his teeth, immediately speeding towards the sound. The undead around him stood near to no chance against the raging powerhouse of a dragon, his blades slicing through the already loose flesh with ease and his bulky claws crushing skulls that dared oppose him. "PURE! Hang in there Pure, I'm coming!" he shouted, panic rising in him as he scanned the area for the female Sawsbuck.

In moments of skull-crushing and ramming, the giant Haxorus caught sight of a lovely Spring Sawsbuck surrounded by undead. Snarling and snapping his massive, sharpened jaws, Prince let loose a roar so loud it would be on par with a Luxray's. Rushing into the fray, he slid beside his companion and immediately Guillotined an undead's head off. It's lifeless skull rolled around the dirty earth, stopping when hitting a rock and it's tongue lolling out.

"Pure, are you alright?" he shot an apologetic look to the Sawsbuck. She had tried to hard to hide her name, but in a situation like this, there wasn't any time to think through words. Soon, he caught sight of the Axew blowing a hole through a Sawsbuck's head and scurrying to him and asking if he was 'good'. Good? Holy shit this dragon was strong for a squirt! "You're doing great kid, now just kill the other infected with us!"

Casanova suddenly stopped in his tracks as he heard 'Pure' drift into the air and -- as if music -- into his ears. The Zebstrika felt his heart pound against his chest; he knew that voice was Prince's, and he wasn't imagining things. But then as he turned his head towards the Haxorus he felt that very heart drop as he realized that the Dragon's words were directed at the Sawsbuck. That's Pure?

So it was true.

She had become Undead, she struggled to the end and became one of them. Her innocent personality had obviously insinagrated long ago, it was impossible to tell if she was a Shiny or not with the dull saturation in color. The Zebra fell to the ground, the Undead were seemingly distracted by the newcomer as Casanova faced his emotional breakdown that only took place for a meer second. Immediately he stood back up, shaking his head. If he were to love Pure, he would have to accept her as is! Indeed, she is now one of them, but she's fighting against them now, she's not eating the brains of Prince, she's not bloothirsty -- it's as if she was normal.

Pure shook her head steadily at Prince's question, standing back up as she glanced toward Casanova's direction. She would have jumped back in surprise if it weren't for the situation; he was staring right back at her with a smile. Does that mean he knows it's her? Or does that mean that they're on good terms? Either way, they both seemed really fucking scary in her opinion. Clearing her throat, she continued her prior command, yelling out to the group; "Fall out guys! There's too many of them!" It was obvious they were at a disadvantage in numbers, but what they can do is run out of the forest and into the open where it's much easier to battle. They have to go, and they have to go now.

However, before she could move a muscle, her eyes widened as a Mursharna came into view, floating slowly towards the group with bloody red eyes; 'You will die. You will die. You will die.' It repeated constantly in Pure's head through telepathy, as if reminding the Sawsbuck what death exactly meant. Though her heart was not pumping anymore; Pure was alive through mind and soul. If that was the case; she would be destroyed in mind and soul. The Seasons Pokemon was ready to scream at the Psychic-type to shut-up, but before she could even get up a purple light began to surround her, the scenary flashing before her eyes as she disappeared.

There was no trace of the Sawsbuck left.

The Zebstrika screeched as he watched what should have been Pure disappear before his eyes again, the Mursharna turning to him with its crimson eyes glowing; Coward. You are a coward. Coward. Coward. Coward... COWARD! It was then did the same happen to Casanova; ready to shut up the Mursharna with electrical attacks, but soon teleported away just like Pure.

It was as if the duo were forced to leave the area.

[Ooc: Editted in a leaving post C: See you guys later!]

The muddied bloodied ground is gouged by hard hooves as a winter forme Sawsbuck, a female that would have been quite pretty if it weren't for the way the infection had blotched her pure white fur with purple and hollowed her cheeks, leaps high in the air and plants her hooves in the Gardevoir's stomach in a jarring kick into Kaze's midriff.
The many pointed star of his necklace bounces against his chest as he falls from the heights of battle into the chruned up ground, mud plastering itself over the back of his prized black shirt and his spring green arms.
around him sharp hooves cut into the soft ground in a frenzied dance as the Gardevoir swiftly ducks his head out of the way of a hard stomp that would have in the least rendered him unconcious just as another tramples hard on the splayed frills of his 'skirt'
Struggling to pull himself out of the mud the Psychic Type is battered and bruised as has to bitem his tongue to keep from crying out as he loses sight of Hayato in the fighting.
Above the hissing cries of Electross and the bellowing of Saswbuck he hears the cry to retreat.
The Gardevoir struggles to rise only for a firm hoof to smack him in the back and knock him face first into the mud.
Something sharp hooks into his shoulders and with the pain comes a rare burst of lucidity.
So this was it.
He was going to die here.
The relevation brings with it a blooming sense of peace and he doesn't resist at all as he feels himself being dragged into the air.
Held out of the reach of the writhing knot of undead the Gardevoir smiles at the familiar feeling of a bloodied yellow beak wiping itself across his cheek, checking if he was o.k. Hayato had come to save him.
With a flare of light playing across his fingertips Kaze smiles and releases the positive aura of a Heal pulse over the entire battlefeild, it mirroring the other flash of light from below as both Sawsbuck and Zebstrika suddenly wink out of existence.

Hayato's baleful red eyes fix on the figure of the tiny Axew as the Dark/Flying Type moves through the battle with the jerky motions of a gorecrow, long beak stabbing out to penetrate through rotting flesh. His dark featherts drank in the corrupted blood and he wore it with pride as a sign of his mastery in the arts of killing. The bitter sweet scent of rot was all around him except in the tender meat of the little Axew, sweet meat too young to be tough and bearing no signs of the infection.
One stab of the beak to the back of the head to split open that tough skull and spill the warm soft flesh inside, two more to pluck out the pretty red eyes and no-one would ever have to know...
It was a busy battlefield and mistakes did happen.
The Honchkrow makes his decision and leaps forth as the dragon masterfully takes out a Sawsbuck, his purple bird tongue visible in his sharp beak.
It didn't see him at all, it was completely exposed!
As the Honchkrow drew back his neck to stab he saw Kaze fall. Mentally he weighs Kaze's life against the dragon child's tasty flesh and the decision is instant as Hayato dives back into the fight like a bolt of featherted lightning.
Not wasting time playing fair he shoved aside everything in his path to make his way towards the spot where the Gardevoir fell, swiftly taking a taloned grip on Kaze's bandaged shoulders as he tries to airlift the Psychic Type to safety.

Hayato lands heavily on the lower branches of a nearby tree, the sharp needles stickng fast to his bloodied feathers as again he runs his beak over Kaze, checking for wounds. The Gardevoir smiles up at him.
"He's right, this is not a battle we can win right now." The Honchkrow croaks.
"Like a death of a thousand cuts, exhaustion not the indivdual is what makes the kill." Kaze mutters under his breath before looking up at Hayato with wide emerald eyes. "But we're safe in this tree right?"
"I don't think Fraxure can climb trees." Hayato points out. "So either you re-learn Teleport or we escape the old fashioned way."
"You hated me with Teleport." Kaze points out. "You said it was a wussy skill."
"It still is."
Settling on Hayato's back for the flight down Kaze grabs a handful of the tree's needles, the same glow starting to play along the edges as from the other Magical Leaf attack he has used.
"We're going to try and clear a path!" Kaze calls to Prince and the Axew as he tries to find the spot where the undead are the thinnest and throws.
First it rains needles, then it rains blood...

"Fall out guys! There's too many of them!" Prince had to agree, although his new form allowed so much more strength and power to grow within him, the relentless waves of the dead were becoming too much to handle. His arms began to ache from the constant skull-crushing and bashing, panting with fatigue as he Guillotined a Sawsbuck's head right off with his jaw. "Listen to Pure, fall back! We can't take them!" His large feet slowly stomped backwards, a bit clumsy as he kept checking his surroundings.

He looks back to check on his beloved Sawsbuck companion, only to pale at the sight. A Musharna, rotting and all, surrounding the doe in bright lights before making Pure vanish into thin air. Panic choked him, gasping for breath as he screamed. "NO!" He scrambled to the psychic type ready to murder the shit out of it, but at the edge of the sight the bastard Zebra had been teleported too, and within moments the dreamer was gone with the wind. "Fuck!" Prince snarls, slamming a fist onto the ground.

He was barely paying attention to anything around him, and especially not the Axew in which he simply offered; "Just fall back, kid," His tired body was creaking, his armor stained with massive amounts of gore and blood. Overhead was a voice, the Gardevoir's. "We're going to try and clear a path!" He nods, getting up slowly while slamming his tail around against any undead. "I'll stick around for a bit more, but I'll have to go find Pure soon..."

[OOC: Not his leaving post. He'll leave after a couple of rounds.]

[OOC: Skip.]