The OPELUCID Team

Flapping his wings and puffing out his feathers intimidatingly Sasuke is fully expecting the Hydreigon to rise to the challenge, doubting the Dark Type's hunger for bird flesh has dimmed over the years but to his surprise Orochimaru seems positively uninterested in his challenge.
Preparing another dart of electricity around the edge of his feathers the Staraptor prepares to launch an attack against the Hydreigon when suddenly something slams into his side, leaping free of the smoking tree tops to slam straight into his body.
The damn spy has got him!
As coils of blue scaled muscle try to wrap around him and trap his wings at him side Sasuke finds himself staring into eyes just as red as his were behind lenses of cracked glass. He has fought the Dragonair before, harmless sparring designed to strengthen the body, but this was unlike any fight he had ever had with Kabuto before.
The slit pupilled red eyes were filled with a strange sort of anger and blood still oozed sluggishly from the deep, deep gashes on his neck, rubbing off against the Staraptor's feathers.
Before Kabuto can fully wrap around him Sasuke struggles his way free and pecks at the Dragon who has the sense to move away before he is blinded.
"You." He says blankly and with jaws wide the Dragonair leaps for this throat.

With a frightened yelp as he is spotted by the larger dragon Juugo's more timid nature immediately comes to the fore and the large fire type takes to his heels, leaping away as the Hydreigon's crunching jaws narrowly miss the fluffy yellow fur of his plumed tail.
"Run away!" He cries out, trying to warn his new friend as the pain of holding back the bloodlust gets even worse. He can't take it much longer, soon he's going to snap and when he does no-one will be safe.
Skipping over glowing embers that smolder in the charcoal ashes the Flareon runs.
Behind him he hears a cold chuckle, a sound that freezes the blood in his veins with an instinctual prey reaction. The Hydreigon was too close to outrun.
Something in him snaps as the fear gets too much, the frightened look in his eyes draining away to be replaced by something dangerous and hungry for blood. Instead of crouching to make himself look shorter the Flareon stands up straight, bracing his muscular body as he draws up flames inside him and breathes them in a white hot stream towards the Hydreigon's leering face.

(Sorry Kaze, but I must skip this round. Just say that I shouted at Juugo and Saisuke to run away and got ready to fight Oro and Kabuto myself.)

The lithe dragon hisses angrily as his bite misses the Staraptor's feathered throat, his wing like fins beating the air furiously.
The Dragonair has never felt like this before, a dull almost painful sensation flows through his body like fire. The cold hardness of his usually battle plans, emotionless and logical, has given way to a feeling he can only describe as anger and rather than trying futilely to stem the burning emotions he instead lets them burst forth.
He hates Sasuke! He hates the bird's smug little grin and the effortlessly way his attacks are being dodged. He hates the way those crimson eyes are looking down on him. He hates the bird and he hates what the bird has done to his master. Everything was fine before the Staraptor came along! His master was powerful and wonderful and right, he was the one thing Kabuto lived for and then the stupid bird had beaten him and destroyed the facility.
Kabuto missed his ordered world, he missed feeling useful and striding down the rows of cages knowing that here he was the one that held the power. He missed his clan ordered world and in his infected mind part of him insisted that this, all of this was the bird's fault.
"No you don't!" He hisses as a called warning echoes up from above and lashes the long scaly length of his body tightly around the Staraptor and begins to squeeze.

Rather acrobatically for his skinny body the Hydreigon bends back from the searing column of flames as the Flareon stops fleeing and instead attacks with a Flamethrower. The hot flames burn at the flowery frill of his neck and his long snout as with a neat flip of his six wings the Hydreigon somersaults away from the blast. Along with the electric attack patches of charred hair now dotted his front along with the slowly oozing patches of blood that wet his fur.
Though his ruby red eyes remain cool the great dragon is angry. He wants to eat but this situation is rapidly becoming untenable and with his servant now afflicted with his same condition the hunt must be successful if they are both to feed. A flicker of a shape his failing eyes had missed suddenly appears back in his vision. Orange and cream fur and a determined expression, telling them to run away right before the flames hit.
"Hello again."
Orochimaru smirks. Well now, wasn't this a surprise. The Victini had stayed and his curiosity about the taste of legend meat was still unsatisfied. Kabuto could have the Flareon then.
The Hydreigon's neck bulges as a dribble of clear liquid runs from the corner of his jaws.
He hated having to it like this but in the blazing woods what else was left?
With a retching sound the Hydreigon brings his head up and vomits out a wave of water towards both fire types.

The large bird struggles as the long muscular coils of the serpentine dragon lash around his body. Before they can tighten he manages to yank his wings free, barely keeping in the air as the coils tighten and he is wrapped.
The Staraptor turns his head as he tries to find a safe place to land in the smoking trees. His bright red eye fixates on the Dragonair's equally red ones, trying to keep an eye on the dragon's head as he tries to peck at it.
Kabuto recoils from the blow and tightens his grip. Sasuke winces as he feels a bone creak and folds his wings entirely in, plummeting down towards the smoking treetops as he tries to shake off the constricting bands of the determined snake.
He tumbles towards a clump of trees, trying to get some distance away from the warning call and the red-eyed Hydreigon before with a thump he falls into the canopy.
Thin leafy branches whip and his cheeks and breast as he tries to smash the clinging dragon off in the bracnhes of the nearby trees. Tiny cuts open up underneath his feathers from the blurs of green and brown that rush past him, speckling the white with flecks of red until finally he collapses against a broad branch and immediatly looks around for some advantage.

The fur on the Flareon's mane stands on end at the sight of the deluge slashing towards him. Swiftly the overlarge Flareon scrambles upwards, scrambling for a grip on charcoal charred bark as he drags himself upwards at the same time the wave hits.
The water splashes over his back legs and immediatly an icy sharp pain like a blade had been slashed across him shoots through the Flareon's body. Nothing had hurt him so badly since he had left his cage!
A strange gutteral noise, half roar and half yell of pain leaves the Flareon's lips. His jaws are opened wide, showing his long sharp teeth and pink tongue as he howls in anger. A string of saliva leaks from his jaws to splash into the rapidly flowing water below. His fur was soaked and it still hurt him, dimming the internal fires that was his life source.
"Going to kill you!" The fluffy furred fire type snarls as he tenses against his raft of scorched wood. Behind him comes the hiss of extinguishing flames as previously dry mast becomes soggy and inflammable.
"[color=#D16302}Going to tear your eyes out and make you eat them...Going to skin you and wear it as a coat.[/color]" Juugo promises in a string of malevolent curses.

"Hello again." The Hydreigon's bloody jaws slowly widened into a twisted grin as he saw her. The Flareon had not listened to her attempts to get him away from the area and now a large bird Pokemon had appeared as well, and was slowly being squeezed to within an inch of his life by the 'resurrected' Dragonair. Victini knew that she'd have time to ponder over that insult to nature later on. Right now, she had to protect her allies at all cost. Yes, whether she knew these Pokemon or not, if they were still breathing they were all allies to her - soldiers marching on through the battleground.

"Please, just go." She tried one last time to convince the Flareon and now the brown bird to retreat before emerging from the undergrowth to a very nasty shock.

A torrent of water crashing towards her.

Victini knew she was strong, although she was remarkably modest about it, but water was one of the things she hated the most. Even when drinking she never let anything other than her hand touch the water's edge. As the cascade roared towards her, she did what her in-built instincts told her to do: get the heck out of the way. She zoomed upwards above the trees, out of the wave's reach. When she was sure that it was over she descended into view again, noticing with a pang of guilt that the Flareon appeared to be in pain.

"I-I'm warning you," Victini tried to growl, but her voice only emerged as a whimper. Now she knew why she'd always had a fear of Hydreigon - these Pokemon truly were monsters. "I-I'm giving you one last chance. G-Get out of here now, right now, or I'll ... I'll--" Her body suddenly exploded into violent orange flames, her eyes glowing deep crimson. "I'll kill you both! I swear I will!"

Wrapped tightly around the Staraptor's feathery form the serpentine Dragonair snaps sharp toothed jaws at the Staraptor's head. Again and again the bird manages to jerk his exposed throat out of the way of each bite to the dragon's growing irritation.
Unable to keep the weight of both in them in the air the Dragonair plummets along with the Staraptor towards the canopy. Thin branches near the treetops whip at his skin irritatingly and the world become a fast moving blur of brown and green.
He can't hold his grip as he tumbles dizzingly end over end and the Dragonair releases his coils.
Branches break against his body as his head fins flutter in an attempt to keep him from crashing. Hissing in irritation Kabuto coils himself in small, lashing his crooked tail around a thicker branch as it smashes into him and using it to pull himself to a halt. Carefully checking his tentative hold on his cracked glasses Kabuto waits for the world to stop spinning beofre he dares look around.
Though he had felt nothing more than an irritating sensation the branches have actually opened up bleeding cuts all along his white and blue belly. The places where larger branches have hit are already starting to bloom into large patches of brusing but as Kabuto tentatively pokes one with the crooked tip of his tail he notices he feels no pain at all from it, only the sensation of being touched. How interesting...
The Dragonair looks around. The two's fall has put some distance between them and Orochimaru as well as cutting a fair swathe through the upper branches. Soon he must rejoin his master but for now...
The Dragonair chuckles, the sound disturbingly similar to the Hydreigon's laugh.
"You shouldn't have come back here." He tells the Staraptor.

Oh, a real challenge!
The Hyreigon is hungry, so hungry and despite her brave face he can hear the fear in the fire type's tone. This is hardly the first time he had heard such death threats and even if the wave of water hadn't been much of a threat up here in the early morning sky he could fly just as well as any of his species.
A proper one on one battle...He'll play for a bit, testing out this Victini's defences before he either flees or feeds.
Sparing no thought for his servant the Hydreion curls in mid-air. A smear of blood still marks his fur from where the Solar Beam attack has hit, the reptilian jaws of his main head still drip blood and his long sinous body snaps like a whip. His entire body has atrophized, ribs showing through the black fur of his chest and making his entire body altogether more serpentine. A combination of starvation and infection.
His slit pupil eyes turned towards the legend Orochimaru slowly drags the tip of his agile tongue across the edge of his lips, lapping up the dripping blood that oozes from each split gum as his hungry gaze fixates on the Fire Type.
Sure his visage is intimidating enough the Hydreigon faces the flames and gives an ancient dry throated roar as he lunges forwards.
All three of his jaws open wide, showing long sharp teeth with jagged points for tearing meat and a deep throat beyond.
Wings beating the air he lunges forwards to try and plunge all three of his jaws into the small legend in a fierce Crunch attack.

((OOC: Orochimaru is beyond the contagious stage. Permission to injure him is given.))

The Staraptor is tired, throwing off the coils of the Dragonair took far more out of him than he imagined it would, yet his red eyes are calm and clear with no sign of fatigue. He would not die here, as simple as that. He still had to have his vengance, his brother must be found and slain. He simply did not have time for battling Orochimaru's little pet medic and he bore no grudge against the Dragonair worth speaking of.
The Flying Type's bruised skin pulses with pain as he gets to his clawed feet but Sasuke has long since learnt to ignore the little pains of a battle. Orochimaru had trained it into him, trained him to be strong and healthy for the inevitable moment when he would be devoured. Yet that moment had never came. In the end Sasuke's will to survive had been greater than the Hydreigon's desire to eat.
The Staraptor's red eyes look into the curled dragon's equally red glare. Compared to the intimidating visage of the Hydreigon the Dragonair looks pathetic, trying to show Orochimaru's menace without any of the elder dragon's power.
Sasuke ignores the bespectacled Dragonair's taunt as he flicks out his wings and gets ready to fight.

Juugo is furious.
Saliva drips from his champing jaws as the bulky Flareon works himself up into a frenzy of bloodlust. His body trembles, clawing at the branch he's perched on with his black claws.
His other personality is entirely in control, driving him to want to kill and kill and kill until there's nothing left of anyone else but a bloody paste. He claws at his face with one paw, pulling away more lumps of his orange fur to reveal the darker skin beneath.
His shoulder's tremble with his supressed aimless energy.
He wanted to kill, no he needed to kill something.
Roaring in a rage the Flareon builds up a massive power inside his artificially enhanced body as the flames rise around him and charges forwards. The tiny puddles that remain of the Hydreigon's Surf attack do nothing more than sting at his skin as he steps in them. With a strength no other attack could surely match he collides with the trunk of a large ancient tree, bark barely scorched by the former flames and uproots it. The towering tree falls like a telephone pole, roots tearing from the ground with the force Juugo has put into his Superpower attack and the tree's upper branches swiping across the sky.

She'd warned him. Why should she feel any regret for attacking? It would be his own fault. Why should she take the blame while the monster before her was participating in the ruin of her beloved Unova? Victini's body blazed violently, the flames melting the water beneath her as she prepared to retaliate. The Hydreigon, Orochimaru, was snaking its emaciated body towards her, all three of his massive jaws opened wide. Deep down, she was terrified, knowing full well that if the Crunch attack hit her it would take her a long time to recover. She couldn't afford injury now, not when she had a region to protect, but the idea of fleeing had left her mind now.

"I will not let you destroy my home!" she screamed, her eyes burning almost as fiercely as her body as she zoomed towards the dragon at an incredible speed, the fire trailing behind her like that of a meteor.

Twisting his serpentine body like a whip Kabuto leaps forwards, dartinmg from branch to branch in an attempt to confuse the Staraptor.
"I always knew you were trouble." The Dragonair hisses. "I told my master he shouldn't have taken you in but oh how he loved that final struggle..."
The cracks in his lenses are interfereing with his sight, making it hard to see what lay beyond the thin lines of white now criss-crossing his vision. The Dragonair is sour about that. Not only were these glasses a precious gift from the one who had been like a mother to him but with no more humans he had no way to get them repaired.
Keeping his distance from the Staraptor's powerful wings and talons he plots his attack as he continues a sneaky verbal assault on the bird in front of him.
"Poor little Sasuke all alone. Tell me have you found your brother yet? Has anything you've done here actually helped?"
Like a mockery of his master the Dragonair chuckles.
"This is not your fight Sasuke-kun. Just go ahead and leave. There is nothing for you here."
Unable to satisfy the growing anger inside him by hateful words any longer the Dragonair leaps forwards with a glow of an attack starting to spark in the orbs of his long tail.

Curling his body out of the way the Hydreigon feels rather than sees the tree branches swiping past him as the falling giant of the forest comes to rest against one of its neighbours, leaving its thin branches sticking up in the air behind him. The black-furred tip of his tail twitching the brutal pokemon's main head ignores the sweep of the falling tree in trying to maintain his focus on the attack. With less control the mindless heads of his arms snap at the branches, causing them to snap off as they insticitvely attack anything that moves.
With a thump the tree falls behind him and the dragon curls his body around mid-air.
With flames now completely encasing his opponent in a blazing shroud the heat tingles the Hydreigon's scaled skin.
Swiftly rolling his body over he sneakily switches from a head-on attack to a more oblique angle, trusting in his resistance to the flames to protect him as his mindless head snap up at the legend from underneath.
"You cannot help!" The Brutal Pokemon snarls viciously as he plunges his jaws into the shroud of flames. The fire burns at both blank-eyed heads as mouths with hard beak like edges try to clamp shut around the body beneath the blaze. This deisease had been with him for a long time, the flare of fire consuming his arms damaged him but not as badly as his master's bite had.

((OOC: Orochimaru's arm mouths are far weaker and slower than his main one so this attack can be easily avoided))

The Staraptor fluffs up his feathers as his keen red eyes focus on the oncoming speck of light glowing in the center of his opponents tail.
Unfolding his tan feathered wings he immediatly takes to the air, the serpentine dragon easily following his move. The staraptor's sharp beak darts out, aiming for one glass coveed eye. As usualy his expression is completely vold and blank, his face revealing nothing of his true feelings. Though he'd never admit it the Dragonair's words had struck a chord in him. His brother's death was his only goal, it was the purpose in life bestowed upon him by the Honchkrow himself.
He was an avenger so why was he here playing the hero? He couldn't care less what these terrifyed others thought of him.
The flying type's body seem to almost blur around the edges as he ruffles his feathers and soars forwards with the fastest movement he can manage, darting back and forth between the branches he leaves an illusary copy of himself behind as an after-image, making his true body harder to hit.
Though the Dragonair is still taunting him Sasuke remains silent, waiting for an oppening to win this fight.
Then he will grab Juugo and leave the twisted Hydreigon to his own devices.
His goal was not here.

The Flareon's short claws dig into the tree bark as Juugo jerks his head up and notices to his pleasure that his uprooted tree has fallen not too far away from his illusive targets and now its sloping rough barked trunk formed a bridge straight to the battle.
Saliva wetting the fur around his mouth the Flareon pants flames like a broken radiator, already savouring the moment of absolute bloodlust that is to come.
"Die all of you!" He screams at the top of his lungs as he pulls himself onto the trunk and scrabbles up it.
His yellow furred tail lashes from side to side as he runs up the trunk, climbing getting easier and easier as he builds up speed.
His wide eyes gleam and jaws open wide as he reaches the thinner top branches of the tree and pushes off with his powerful hind legs, rising far higher in the leap than a regular Flareon could to snap hungrily at the Hydreigon's flank.
Bloodlust and a furious primal anger burns in his veins. He needed to kill.
Falling away from his target back onto the tree, even with the boosted high his attack falling short Juugo draws up a column of flames inside him and exhales them in a flaming hot breath towards both battlers.

(Sorry, skip me for now. ;.;)

Kabuto snaps his jaws in irritation as the Staraptor copies himself multiple times, the flying type's speed making it difficult to determine which one was the true body and which were merely after-images caused by speed.
The Dragonair's orbed tail smashes down on one in his Dragon Tail attack but it passes straight through the illusions ethereal form and smashes the branch underneath it. Through his cracked glasses the serpentine dragon closely examines each flickering copy, trying to divine the Staraptor's movements through his doubles.
His altered body feels strange.
The deep gashes of his neck are no doubt fatal, he can feel the ragged edges of each wound pulse in time to his breathing but they have stopped bleeding by large and become covered in congealed red blood. It offends his highly developed sense of logic to still be living under such conditions.
More than anything he wants to bite something. If he remembers correctly and with a strange feeling of adreniline rushing through his body he can't be entirely sure, but now he should be highly contagious. One bite would be all he needed to ruin lives. He could take anyone down with him as soon as he...just...HIT!
In irritation the Dragonair lashes out at anything nearby, destroying illusion copy after illusion copy with his flailing coils. Unlike the more durable Substitute formed doubles the copies formed by Double Team have no substance, serving only as a smokescreen behind which the user can launch attacks.
"Oh very clever." The Dragonair says sarcastically, curling his crooked tail. "And what are you planning to do now?"

Ignoring the blazing heat playing up his arms and singing his dark fur Orochimaru's beak-like jaws close down around the cocoon of blazing heat that is surrounding his opponent's body.
He has never encountered that certain move before, from the heat scorching up his already injured arms he'd say it is a more potent version of a Flame Charge.
Well as a dragon he had a natural tolerance for great heat and fire never hurt him that much anyway. Instead of letting the attack contact him, searing him with the flames while the attacker bounced back for another blow, he snarls his victory and closes his Crunching jaws tighter. For the price of being badly scorched by the blaze he can inflict greater damage, trapping his opponent before they can strike him and crushing the life out of them. As soon as his jaws find a solid grip he will pull them apart, neatly bissecting his prey and extinguisihing the pesky blaze. After his meal rest and some of the supplies he hoarded in his cavern under the mountain would restore him to full health and he could bask in the glow of having killed a legend.
His near blind eyes do not see the searing column of flame as it arrows towards him but the Flareon's angry cry is noticeable enough.
Twisting his serpentine body like a contortionist he manages to fixate one ruby red eye on the bulky Flareon and the burning flames emerging from its open mouth. opening his own mouth the Brutal Pokemon exhales a smaller dart of flame, a concentrated spit of fire that in larger form would be a Fire Blast.
It hits the streaming Flamethrower in the center, breaking the column apart.
The flames stream past him harmlessly and the Hydreigon chuckles, an unatural sickly sound of merriment.
"You'll have to try harder then that if you want to impress me."

The Staraptor cooly observes the undead dragon, paying no need to the pointless taunting. He had fought serpentine foes before, fairly often in fact, and he knows that the only way to take care of this foe is to attack the head.
Still the normal type is wary, the Dragonair seems far from lucid and is snapping his jaws in an alarming manner.
One bite would taint him. Then he could never reach his goals.
Snapping his wings in Sasuke dives towards the Dragonair, each flickering clone of his Double Team doing the same. The attack seems to come from every direction as he swiftly flies circles around his serpentine opponent.
The Dragonair can't help but follow his passage and with a sudden snap and a crackling of electricity the Staraptor calls up his hidden power.
Lighting grows in his dark plummage, sparks flickering over the shaft of each feather and getting larger and larger as Sasuke puts more effort into growing them. A crackling blue light coats him and each of his doubles and the smoky air is filled with a sound like the chirping of many birds.
Flicking his wings out the Staraptor crows, a savage intimidating cry that is repeated from many illusary beaks and flaps his wings powerfully.
The electricity that had grown along each feather is roughly shaken off and darts towards the Dragonair trapped in the circle of flying birds.
This was his true power.

The Flareon's eyes widen as he sees his attack so easily cut down as the concentrated burst of fire disrubts his own flames.
The Fire Type falls backwards, gouging great gashes in the bark of the fallen tree as he struggles to keep a grip on it. His orange furred sides shake from both exhaustion and the manic excitement that has possessed him.
His sharp toothed gnaws gnash with notihng to bite, saliva dripping down his chin.
He wants to kill and kill and kill and kill but he can't quite reach.
The Flareon gathers his muscled legs under him for another leap when a flicker of new movement catches his eye.
Finally finally the others are here.
The Flareon growls to himself irritably. He needed a fight!
"Kill!" He roars, running back down the bridge he has made of the fallen tree towards Suigetsu and Karin.

((OOC: I'm afraid I can't post without Victini's post, skip please))

((ooc: only phone internet, skip))