(ACE) The LOSTLORN Team

Cassius groaned in pain as the Weavile's claws ran down his side, only removed when Sil's body came rushing by nearly knocking the Zebra to the ground. He struggled to get to her as she got back on her feet, the red running down his side making him suddenly light-headed and crashing to his knees. Gasping in pain at the shock rocketing up his legs the Zebstrika struggled to get air back into his lungs, breath coming in more ragged gasps than anything else. He was going to be useless like this...

"Incoming!"

Turning his head he saw a black feline covered in a fiery blaze, hoping that the bitch who cut him would get the business end of the attack but was sorely disappointed when the Weavile moved out of the way. He was unable to door more than moan when he saw the pissed off ice type bitchslap the kitten several yards away, hoping the brave little girl didn't snap her neck with that effort. "Cass, can you stand?" Sil's voice floated into his ears, making the zebra turn his head and nod weakly. "We need to get out of here." Forcing all of his strength into his burning legs Cash made them work and pushed his bulk back onto his hooves where it belonged. "Let's...get Kinah...and the kid" he panted weakly. Even in this state he wouldn't leave the girls behind.

Kinah, however, was still against the tree trying to see through the rivulets of blood running down and over her eye. She didn't care about the wound, in fact scars were something to be proud of in her mind, but the fighter didn't want to lose her eye. It would put her in limbo as far as her senses went, able to fight by sound was a trick she had learned years ago as a way to fight in the dark but losing one eye meant her sight would have no depth perception. She would be handicapped if half blind.

As she listened to the fight she didn't miss the new voice joining the fray, only pissing the Sharp Claw Pokemon off. How in the hell did she wind up the only one unable to help when she had a damn type advantage? The Weavile was fucking smart to take her out so early and that only angered the Mienshao more. Short claws digging into the tree Kinah gritted her teeth and fought back an angry shout, not wanting to attract attention until she could see. But that bitch better watch out because when she could, Kinah was going to take that Weavile out.

    "YOU!" Despite having missed, the feline wore a triumphant smile knowing that she had successfully distracted the harbinger's attention. However, the pride was short-lived when a sharp jab sent her flying a good distance away, the Purrloin barely landing on her paws as she wobbled dangerously. "YOU DARE?!" The kitten hissed in reply, ears laid flat onto the back of her head.
    "Come and get me, weasel!" she taunted, panting as she struggled to keep standing. Pain pulsed through her tiny body, only aggravating the cat more as she hissed, barely tolerating the agony. Her tails whipped at the earth behind her, kicking up dust and debris and creating a relatively effective cloud cover as she used another Assist.
    She was surprised to find her body glowing, paws tingling as her pelt glittered an almost-green iridescent. She could feel the pain fading, a newfound energy flowing through the kitten as she almost jumped in place. "Thank Arceus," she sighed in relief, a smile forming on her pale lips. "At least one of them had a healing move." Without hesitation, she stretched, immediately springing forward and out of her small dust cloud before leaping at the ice type again, claws extended in an attempt to land a Fury Swipes.

[OOC: Weavile, feel free to injure her, just nothing too major. \ o / ]

"I will see you all frozen alive!"

The scream of fury from about twenty metres away spurred Rhonda into moving faster, her sturdy legs carrying her heavy body roughly through the foliage, toppling saplings and leaving deep footprints in her wake. The dragon's scales tingled with anticipation, certain that her sudden nerves had something to do with the voice that simply oozed insanity and bloodlust. In all honesty, she was scared of having to face something that sounded just as scary as it no doubt looked. But the old Haxorus's resolve did not change - if Arceus had given her species the strength that it possessed for a reason, it was for a time like this.

Pushing aside low-hanging branches which flicked against her tusks, Rhonda quickly moved closer, and within a minute the exit to the cluster of trees could be seen. Slowing down, she crept closer, keeping her head low. Squinting out into the bright clearing, she caught sight of four other Unovan Pokemon, one of whom she vaguely recognised as a Purrloin. The creature whom they were battling was far from the vast side she had envisioned it to be, but that did not ease her anxiety in the slightest - the Weavile practically radiated aggression. Rhonda's eyes scanned the survivors and she saw that two of them were injured, particularly the Zebstrika who had nasty gashes dripping blood down from his side.

Go on ... you can do it. As the black Purrloin lunged for the crazed Ice-type, Rhonda saw her chance and charged out of the trees, making straight for the Zebstrika and the Sawsbuck that was standing by him. "Come on," she said bluntly as she reached them, air puffing out of her nostrils as she snorted. "Both of you, get out of here right now. Fighting in that condition will only kill you." Tail sweeping across the ground, she turned to the Weavile with a deep growl.

"That's quite enough!" she barked, standing up to her full height, her massive tusks glinting in the sunlight. "If you're going to fight anybody, fight me! Leave the young ones out of it!" She could only hope to Arceus above that she had successfully managed to mask the fear in her voice.

The stupid kitten didn't quit. Even getting knocked away, a rather merciful way of handling the pest Weavile thought, she still jumped right back in and tried to claw her. She almost had to laugh at the irony of something trying to rake their claws down one of her species. As the horned feline came at her Weavile allowed the small one to land her first blow, the petite nails barely leaving enough of a scratch to bleed. Looking down at the 'wound' Weavile's face split in two with a menacing smile before raising her own hand. "My turn!" she chuckled, slashing her own claws at the child and laughing when she caught a piece of ear and a good portion of her back. "See how much better it is when they bleed?!" Weavile just kept laughing.

The sounds of talking pricked the ears and the ice type turned, laughter ceasing in an instant as she gazed at the large new arrival. The heavy footsteps...they had arrived...and Weavile was not happy to see them. Her face began contorting into a twisted form of rage, eyes glowing murderously red and ice crystals forming all over her fur. Her body began to glow with an eerie light, purple mist swirling around the weasel's body as though it had a mind of its own. The Dark Pulse swirled with the ferocity of her anger at the threat of yet another beating heart threatening her perfect world.

Too many! They had too many! As hard as she tried to quash the warmth beneath the weight of her ice even more spits of fire appeared. Like an inferno they were, spreading and consuming all in their path, destroying her winter wonderland. The plague must be stopped here and now! Weavile sharpened her claws on a stone by her feet, licking her lips as she took in the newcomer. Oh how delicious, Weavile thought to herself with a feral grin, another Haxorus. She could use this to her advantage...

Ignoring the others the Harbinger made her way to the large female as the dragon tried to aid the stupid zebra and his little girlfriend, Dark Pulse swirling around her as she came closer. The hulking broad didn't seem to take much notice until a large sweep of her tail had Weavile jumping back, grin still ear to ear as the dark energy pulsated and moved around her. "Oooh, touchy," she snickered. "That's quite enough! If you're going to fight anybody, fight me! Leave the young ones out of it!" Weavile just smiled wider. "If you say so..."

and let the Dark Pulse go.

Cass' voice was strained, weak. His legs trembled with such force, Sil wasn't all that sure he would actually be able to stand. But he managed, likely through the sheer force of his stubbornness. It made her heart sink to watch his pitiful display... "Let's...get Kinah...and the kid."

Sil frowned. While she was grateful to the kitten for making a distraction, essentially saving Cass' life, she knew that all of them wouldn't be able to escape, Cass least likely of all, without killing the ice weasel. And with how it so easily dispatched a pokemon with a quadruple advantage... how could she, one holding a weakness to it, as well as a few others who were also weak, stand up to such power, such blind bloodlust? How could they get out of this as a whole group?

Kinah seemed to be recovering against a tree, holding her marred face. The kitten sprang back into battle, egging the weasel on. This was their opportunity to flee, but Sil knew that trying to get Cass to abandon anyone wasn't going to happen. Well... the only person he would abandon had already abandoned them already. Sil wasn't sure whether to damn or praise Hannibal for his strange foresight. There wouldn't have been a chance in hell the scrawny hound would have been able to live through this...

The kitten was sliced, the weasel's razor claws digging into the soft, loose flesh. And as it was about to make the killing blow, a dragon flung itself out of the trees, rampaging. Sil nearly knocked over Cass, trying to push him away and keep him out of the fight. Who the hell was this dragon?! But Sil soon realized that she was coming for them, no one else. As Sil began to charge an attack, the dragon spoke, marking her an ally.

"Come on," the dragon snorted as she slowed to a stop near them. "Both of you, get out of here right now. Fighting in that condition will only kill you." Before Sil could ask any questions -like who the hell she was- the dragon turned toward the bloodlusting weasel. "That's quite enough!" her voice roared, commanding attention and respect. Sil swallowed hard, then turned her attention to the stubborn mule behind her as the dragon continued. "If you're going to fight anybody, fight me! Leave the young ones out of it!"

"We need to get you out of here. NOW," she growled in a low, desperate whisper. There wasn't time for arguing or heroics. "You keep fighting, you're going to fucking die. Come on!"

Cassius nearly had a heartattack when the Haxorus charged for them, but thanked every Legend that came to mind when she stopped and proved to be on their side. "Both of you, get out of here right now. Fighting in that condition will only kill you." While he was inclined to agree he couldn't just leave the others, even if he and Kinah were at odds with each other most of the time she was still a friend and the little black kitten tried to save their lives. He couldn't just..."We need to get you out of here. NOW," The Zebstrika looked paifully at Sil with his one good eye, argument on the tip of his tongue. "You keep fighting, you're going to fucking die. Come on!"

He couldn't argue with her like that. "Okay..." he choked out pathetically, looking back to Kinah who was still struggling with her own attempts to stand. She had one blood soaked paw covering half her face and the equine realized she was in very much the same boat as him. They both lost an eye today it seemed. Kinah waved at them to move on and Cash breathed a sigh of relief. "She's gonna be okay..." he reassured himself, leaning a little more on Sil and allowing her to take the lead. "Can we at least try and get the kitten?" he asked weakly. "She...she's hurt Sil..."

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Kinah lowered her arm and hoped the big lug and his dainty girlfriend would take the hint and leave the sorry bitch of a weasel to her. 'I'm not taking this lying down Ice Queen,' Kinah snarled inwardly, glaring daggers at the ice type. Seeing her face off against another Haxorus brought back a flash of anger she wasn't sure was still in there and before she realized what she was doing Kinah was racing towards the fight.

As the Dark Pulse let loose the Mienshao lept over it easily. She allowed the Weavile to be distracted by the new female and chose her move carefully. There was only one thing that was going to get her back into the full swing of this battle and there was no time like the present to use it. From her position in the air Kinah came crashing down with her Drain Punch, intent on getting back what the bitch stole. Her health.

((Weavile, feel free to let Kinah hit or not, but she is officially back in the fight. I request no more permanent damage than what has been done but a broken bone or a few hits wouldn't be objected to. I have plans for that mark you gave her ^_^))

Rhonda was not prepared for the sheer amount of power that accompanied the Weavile's Dark Pulse attack. Not quick enough to dodge and powerless to Counter it, the Haxorus was blasted backwards into a small tree on the outskirts of the clearing. Temporarily stunned, she lay on her side on top of the crushed sapling, gasping for her breath. This is no ordinary Weavile. The fact that she could form a coherent thought was a good sign, and with a groan she rolled over and attempted to stand. Her body felt as though it had been through several brutal battles in a row rather than just one attack. I can't ... but I must!

The Sawsbuck was telling her to get away, but what good would that do? The little devil would only chase them, and she would bet her life that it was quicker than she was. Rhonda growled deeply as she limped out of the remains of the little tree that she'd crushed, glaring the Weavile straight into her mad, burning eyes. "You will not hurt the young ones."

By this time, the Mienshao had sprang into action, aiming what looked like a Drain Punch at the demented Ice-type. Wincing at the effort to move, Rhonda craned her neck over to the Sawsbuck, her injured friend and the black Purrloin. "Go!" she urged them. Once her body recovered from the pain, she would launch herself straight back in there. Arceus guide us.

Glass watched with alarmed eyes as many different pokemon were trying to attack the one Weavile. The duel type was most certainly dead and Glass could sense it's power. A wave of pain racked her body as her disaster sense went off, making the Disaster Pokemon whimper quietly. She hated showing weakness, but her whimpering was the least of her worries. The sound could have alerted her presence to the others and frankly, she fucking well didn't want to be found. "Glass, you okay?" Glass jumped at the whisper, before she remembered the owner. "I'm fine Cosmic, it's just my disaster sense."

Cosmic nodded and returned to watching the scene play out. His rings and markings were dulled, his dark blue fur blending in with the bush they were hiding with. "You realise that the Weavile has probably already caught our scent. May as well help now." Cosmic said, his silver and blue eyes locking onto the Weavile. His companion nodded. "Shadow Ball and Razor Wind?" Cosmic grinned at Glass's suggestion. It was their signature move, where he would use a shadow ball to distract their prey and Glass would use a razor wind to attack, but it wouldn't help here. "No, go for the more stealthy approach. Lay low until we are truly needed" After all, if they could avoid a battle, they sure as hell will.

Weavile screamed in anger as she felt a fist dig into her back, collapsing to her knees as her very energy was leeched from her and surged into the bitch who dared lay a paw on the Harbinger. She had been momentarily celebrating the easy tossing of the stomping Haxorus when the Mienshao from before dared to perform a sneak attack from behind. Silly ermine, backstabs where her specialty.

With a feral grin Weavile allowed the female her fill before swinging her arm back and catching the purple rodent in the jaw, knocking her to the side. "Still a little fight...still a little heat...we must do something about this yes? Yes!" Raising her claws up she coated them heavily with the shade from her Shadow Claw before bringing them down, only to pull back at the last second and use her Ice Beam instead. The Mienshao was trapped beneath a ring of ice around her middle and Weavile laughed maniacally as she began to trace her Shadow Claw around the tender middle exposed. "How to cut you...how to slice...filet mienshao sounds delicious, but has a price." Snickering at her own joke the Weavile had almost forgotten about the big brute of a dragon until she was back on her feet, stomping and screaming once more.

She was telling the others to run, to flee, to escape her icy paradise. Well, she couldn't allow that now could she? Shooting forth her Ice Beam once more Weavile severed the path between the equines and their escape route, forcing them to linger at least a little longer while she dealt with the behemoth. "Dragonsicle is the best, however....remember?" Her trapped prey roared in anger as the Weavile taunted her with the former Haxorus's death only to struggle against her icy bond. As Weavile was about to send another Dark Pulse for the dragon something caught on the wind and made her eyes narrow dangerously. More had entered her playground and she wasn't happy about it. Throwing her Dark Pulse in ever direction the ice weasel used the opportunity to jump into the trees and wait for her moment to strike.

Let them think her gone while she brought the two new warm bodies into the cold.

[[Sorry for the wait, but I gotta skip this one.]]

Kinah nearly screamed in anger as the Weavile once again had her pinned. Where did the bitch always get this much ice?! Didn't that move run out at any point? Struggling against her biding Kinah went utterly still when those claws trailed down her abdomen, shuddering at the implication of being diced up while helplessly held down. It was just so....disgraceful.

The ice type once again began prattling about killing her former companion back in Iccirus and Kinah was nearly lost to her rage. Punching and biting at the ice around her stomach the Mienshao tried to free herself but to no avail. She couldn't get enough leverage to do anymore than crack it. When the crazy bitch started going after something in the bushes Kinah decided this was her chance. Using her Hidden Power she allowed the fire to surge around her, somewhat melting the ice but the ring around her wasn't her target. The Weavile was.
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Sil didn't answer so the Zebstrika took it upon himself to try and get the kid. Pushing off of Sil he forced himself to move forward, reaching the small black kitten in what felt like forever. Thankfully the Weavile was still distracted but sadly it was because she was enthralled with Kinah. Nudging the kitten with his muzzle the equine tried to help her to her paws all while keeping his good eye on the fighter. She was in trouble... Just as she was about to go for Kinah, though, the Weavile got her attention pulled away by something in the brush. While he didn't want anyone else getting hurt trying to help them he didn't want to waste the opportunity. "Get to the doe, kitten," he whispered, nudging the Purrloin towards Sil. "She will keep you safe. Wait with her and I will be right back!"

Using the last of his energy Cassius charged for the Weavile, breaking past her Dark Pulse and going around her to stomp the ice around Kinah free. Once the Mienshao was back on her feet he gave her a wink and took off back towards the girls, leaving the fighting to the ones capable of doing it. Before he got too far, however, he made sure to shoot a passing word to the Haxorus. "Thank you, but please don't let her die!" he pleaded, hoping that the female was strong enough to help protect his friend while not dying herself.

Kinah, while thoroughly pissed at Cash for his stupid stunt, was happy to be free and once again summoned her Hidden Power. "Come on you frigid bitch!" she hissed. "Let's see what you look like on the inside!" And with that she unleashed all the hellfire she had within her to try and melt the Harbinger.

"Thank you, but please don't let her die!" the injured Zebstrika pleaded as he staggered past her. "You needn't worry, dear. Now get yourself to safety!" She herself was finding it hard to stay on her feet after that Dark Pulse attack - her body carried a dull ache all over, but she steeled her resolve to either redeem herself by helping her new allies or die trying. "Quickly now!"

While her gaze fixed upon the battle in front of her, she did not notice that all the commotion had attracted more unwanted attention. Behind her, an Alakazam lurked in the darkness, its burning eyes watching her hungrily. It sprang out, jumping onto Rhonda's back and wrapping one arm tightly around her neck. Gasping as the psychic fox squeezed her trachea, Rhonda barely had a second to react as the undead creature hissed in her ear, "You ... coming with me!"

"NOOO--" Rhonda screamed, thrashing her head to try and shake the beast off, but it was too quick for her. In a blinding flash of light, they were both gone.

"Well-" The skuntank begins in an irritated tone before a shriek cuts through the air and effectively his attention. It was close, too close...and thrashing within the forest by something large. Just his luck to find a survivor only to get an undead nearby. One that could take down something large it seems. Getting off the jolteon below his paw he takes several steps towards the source of the sounds of struggle before sending a sharp eye over his shoulder.
"Get out of here kid, I'm about the friendliest thing you're gonna find in this forest, but if you got any brains you'll go the opposite way."

Leaving the electric type to decide for herself what to do, Marvin takes off. Initially his bounds are fast to push his bulk through the forest. As he travels scents drawn to him by the wind fill his nose. He had only heard one scream, but there must be at least three, four, five? He couldn't pinpoint how many, but there was a whole group and plenty of blood to stench up the place. 'They probably won't even need my help if there are that many of them.' He thinks to himself with a rueful smile. Fine, he worked better alone anyway, however...it was always better to know what lurked in the forest around you. 'Just a look, no promises.' Slowing to a careful trot the poison-type creeps closer. Although his form is pushed down until his underbelly is close to the ground his movements exude the confidence in his abilities. Each step is deliberate as his eyes search for what his ears and nose have already found.

Then it comes into view. Immediately he thanks himself for his decision to sneak as he did. Within a nearby clearing a rather frenzied and wounded meinshao looking ready to blast the next thing that moved.
"Come on you frigid bitch!" The fighting type spat. "Let's see what you look like on the inside!" A quick glance from the skuntank's hiding place reveals to Marvin several equines, one in much rougher shape than the other and an odd feline of a species only faintly familiar... None of them really looked big enough to generate the cracking and thrashing noises he had heard, but if the weasel was taunting an ice type then someone was missing--
Flames erupt from the white and purple form of the meinshao and the skunk takes cover behind the trunk of a tree in front of him. Though the move was not aimed for him the maneuver happens instinctively at the sound of the blast. The stench of death was strong in the area, it rose above the smell of flames and smoke. Whatever was here, whatever had damaged this group must be rather powerful and as full of rot as they came. Though the question became, where is it now? Purple ears prick straining to hear the sounds about him. His ears would be a more effective first warning system than his eyes. A fire churns within Marvin as he prepares a flamethrower within the back of his throat least whatever ice type it was decided to turn back, fight, and came his way.

Weavile screeched as the flames surrounded the wounded Mienshao, the heated tongues lapping at her as she scrambled away, hissing at the audacity of their very existence. The world was to be covered in ice! Beautifuly cold and desolate wastelands were meant to cover the globe, snuffing out the warm bodies that inhabited it and leaving them all frozen monuments to the glory of ice. These fires mocked her very purpose and she would destroy the one who possessed them. Weavile's eyes narrowed dangerously as the ring of fire was unleashed, only narrowly making it behind a rock to shield herself from the worst of the flame, just in time to see the Haxorus get snatched away by one of her lesser brethren.

"NO!" Weavile shrieked, racing for the already fading pair. "That was MINE! Give it back!" Her leverage against the fighting type was lessened with the loss of the dragon's reminder of how the female had failed her last friend. Now she had to find a different way to get at the bitch who possessed the fires of hell, and with the anger left behind from her last taunt it seemed it wouldn't be an easy task. She could only hope the scents she caught in the bushes would make up for what she had lost and give her new meat shields to play with.

The Harbinger began firing off random Ice Beams in every direction, knowing that at least one was bound to hit something and she would be able to drag it out into the open. No more hiding, these warm bodies were going to feel the chill of her claws as she drained them of their life blood, drink in their fear as she pulled out their hearts and watched as the heat faded from their lifeless forms. Nothing was going to stop her. Nothing.

It was too much. Too much. The pack of liepard and purrloin was one thing, but this rampaging insane weavile? No. There was no chance she'd be able to land a hit, much less help defeat it. Sil had found herself slowly backing away, her momentary courage failing her. She wasn't a fighter. Not really. For all her weight-throwing and tossing malnourished, muzzled dogs around, she was a coward. A wallflower. Fucking scared. Her eyes followed the heroic Kinah, who threw herself at the demon, fighting with all her might despite nearly dying a few times. Cass even was trying his best, and he could barely stand. And where was she, the supposed leader, the one who had brought them here, to this hellhole?

Cowering behind a thicket.

Watching.

Not helping.

Guilt stabbed at her like the weavile's claws rendered her friend's flesh, ripped at her throat and chest, but still, her legs refused to go forward. Why couldn't she help the pokemon that were putting their very lives on the line for each other? For her? Why couldn't she reciprocate that? What would they think if they spotted her fucking hiding in the brush, watching this maniac murdering them?

What would Hannibal say?

The thought caused her breath and throat to hitch, her mind playing various words from his muzzled lips, jeering her, condemning her. And you condemned me for such cowardice, his purr sounded just behind her, her ears playing tricks on her frayed mind. While they bravely fight for their lives and your own, you're here... a simpering, trembling, precious little fawn. Aren't they terribly important to you...?

Sil hadn't been aware she'd been weeping until a hard, choking sob caught her breath, every extremity shaking almost too hard for her to keep standing. But with her legs locked, she kept her balance, if only just. She didn't want to answer, but the Hannibal in her mind pressed for one. Of course he wouldn't let a question like that go unanswered. "...N-No... I..."

No? the spectral houndoom interjected, mock surprise lacing his words. She felt him slither around her, wrapping his coils around her chest and throat, pressing her further. Look at your beautiful coat-- still shimmering with winter's palate. You haven't been harmed. You had such bravado before, but now... Now that the others are almost dead, you're realizing your window of escape is closing. You're always so sure when you know you can win... She could almost feel his funneled breath on her cheek, his forked tongue tasting the charged air around her. There... even the dragon flees.

Sil's head jerked upward, catching the end of the haxorus' flight. Her eyes widened further to near comical proportions, her stomach dropping into her feet. With only a wounded precious few left...

Escape... his voice echoed in the back of her mind. They won't make it. They can't chase you for answers when they're dead. They'll chase you for your meat.

She backed away another stride, the fear gripping her. What if they fell, and the weavile came after her? She would have no hope... No... They're already dead, dear Sil... he purred. Already dead.

There was no choice. She turned, heart breaking, and ran as fast as she could in the other direction, never looking back.


[[Leaving post; since the Hannibal talking here is just a figment of her imagination, I thought it would be ok-- but if it's not, Snitch, then I deeply apologize. It was just the best thing I could come up with.

I hate leaving like this.. but I have to slim down on teams. So, it's been a blast, everyone. Until next time.]]

Cassius couldn't believe it. Here he was, going as fast as his injured body would let him to get back to Sil, and his one good eye could only watch in horror as she turned tail and ran. Fucked right the hell off. The Sawsbuck didn't even spare him a glance as she ditched his battered ass and went for safer grounds, leaving them all to their deaths with a psychotic Weavile. How could she....how could she just leave?! "FUCKING BITCH!" Cash screamed after her. "TRAITOR! Go ahead and run! See what it saves. If I ever, EVER catch up to you, If I EVER see you again, I'll KILL YOU!" The Zebstrika was livid, beyond redemption, howling at shadows now in the vain belief that the harpy who spurned him could still hear his rage. The hollow space in his chest carved out by the flighty deer left only more room for the hate to burn and the rage soon consumed him like a wildfire.

What the fuck did he have to live for now?
Nothing.

Turning away from the small kitten he stomped towards the ice type, firing her beams of frozen fury in any direction that suited her trying to hit some unseen thing, but it was no use. Even when one of the beams pierced his shoulder he broke his way through it, the massive shard splintering from the force and leaving a three foot long spike embedded through his body. But still he pressed onward. His fur soon began to glow with fire, dancing around him in angry spirals before exploding all around him, supercharging his adrenaline and making him roar with anger. He pushed towards the Harbinger with all his might determined to kill the bitch and chase after the one who left him to die.
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Kinah was having a hard enough time dodging the flying ice bullets but to see Sil, Miss Action, turn tail and run was certainly not the distraction she had in mind. It made her sloppy, nearly getting impaled by one of the flying shards only to see it bury itself into Cassius. The zebra was in a blank rage, eyes empty and soulless as he marched forward. The fighting type couldn't move as the anger and rage rolled off of Cash in waves, crashing into her and making her think twice about trying to stop him even in his injured state. He was not a man to be messed with and the Mienshao certainly wasn't going to try.

Right now, he was as dangerous as the Weavile.

    Her whole body tingled in pain, pelt bristling as she gingerly stood with the help of the Zebstrika's nudging. She looked up to the dark snout. "Get to the doe, kitten. She will keep you safe. Wait with her and I will be right back!" the Purrloin gave a firm nod, looking around her surroundings for the pale ivory antlers of the cervine. Spotting the very tips behind a nearby bush, the feline dropped to her stomach and quickly crawled towards the thicket, averting her eyes from the battle and hoping she wouldn't be detected. She shouldered through the branches and leaves, but her eyes widened in surprise.
    "Wh-" Lulu stammered, searching around the area for any sign of the grass-type. "Wh-Where did she go? I swear she was just here I-" she could hear the hooves of the Zebstrika nearby, his voice a roar in her ears.
    "FUCKING  BITCH!" she winced at the words. "TRAITOR! Go ahead and run! See what it saves. If I ever, EVER catch up to you, If I EVER see you again, I'll KILL YOU!" fearfully she poked out her head from the leaves, watching as Cassius stomped forward and towards the Weavile, a beam of Ice cutting into his shoulder. The feline shuddered, hiding herself deeper into the thicket as she watched the equine trudge forward.
    "Oh gods," she whispered. "He's going to die..."

At seemly a drop of a hat the weavile came into Marvin's view, obvious and hideously infected, and lost control. Ice beams were released left and right from the beast with seemingly little to no direction or control. The shock of the sudden attack triggers the skuntank into firing off his flamethrower through the bush he had been hiding behind and straight into the clearing towards the harbinger. The bush he burned through sizzles and sparks around a blackened hole through its center. With no point left in hiding, the poison-type bounds out into the clearing. Leaping and sprinting to the sides to avoid the barrage of incoming attacks.
"TRAITOR! Go ahead and run! See what it saves. If I ever, EVER catch up to you, If I EVER see you again, I'll KILL YOU!"

The outrage of the zebstrika catches the skunk's attention. Sparing a glance from the weavile he catches sight of the voice's owner. A large, wounded striped equine. Although he can't fathom what situation prompted that it doesn't really matter to him. Other pokemon's personal business was there own. What -did- concern him was the damaged electric-type's headlong charge at the icy beast. When the ice attack struck the equine directly, leaving a huge bolt of ice in his shoulder, Marvin visibly tensed. Nothing was stopping this horse from getting himself killed in hopes of getting one more move in! Not a chance that I'd be able to get any close combat moves in there with him running wild! Determined yet to end this confrontation here and not with his back turned elsewhere in the brush, the skuntank charges another flamethrower from where he stands on the edge of the battle. The heat and flames rise into the back of his throat and burst forth from his maw in a short blast. Any continued stream would ensure that horse got himself thrown into his stream during his mad dash.

Glass watched as the scene unfolded. When the Weavile threw it's Dark Pulse, The Disaster Pokemon jumped into the fray. The Absol landed neatly, watching as the shiny Sawsbuck fled. Glass caught Cosmic's growl of disgust. That however was the least of their problems. The Zebstrika grew into a raging dash, charging at the harbinger. What a fucking idiot! He's going to kill himself in his rage! As she watched, a white glow of a Razor Wind sparked up on her scythe. Letting the move build up, she watched the Weavile, and the charging Zebstrika. Rearing up, she swing her head sideways, sending the white crescent scythe of wind and light towards the duel type.

Cosmic darted out beside Glass once she had thrown her Razor Wind, his paws shimmering with shadows. The Moonlight Pokemon's silver rings glowed in anticipation, watching with a studying eye. He watched for the perfect moment to strike, but quickly changed his mind on what attack to use - Dark Pulse would be no good. Opening his jaws the vulpine built up a shadow ball, eyes narrowing as he waited for the moment to strike. Jumping into the air, Cosmic shot his attack, hoping the catch the harbinger off guard and hit it from above with a Shadow Ball. "Lets have some fun shall we?" The dark type muttered, a sinister grin flashing across the Umbreon's face as he watched.

Cassius finally saw why the Weavile kept attacking random foliage. A couple of morons decided now would be a good time to show up and interfere with a vendetta. As they unleashed their attacks the Zebstrika himself took, blocking their path to the Weavile before turning to them with a deadly glare. "Keep out of this if you want to live!" he hissed venomously, fires still swirling in unbridled rage around him. His body was swollen and bruised from the force of the Shadow Ball, certain a rib or two was broken, the Razor Wind had found the previous talon slashes from the Weavile's claws and fresh blood was slowly coating his hind leg, dripping steadily onto the ground below.

"She's mine."

((Short post is short. Needed Weavile but at least he is closer to his death. Three more posts Weavile and he is free to kill.))

"Keep out of this if you want to live!"
Marvin stops abruptly, his eyes large and disbelieving as he watches the zebstrika throw his life away. That idiot! He's blocking our paths--! Even with the fire engulfing the striped equine the skunk would have to be blind not to notice how much damage he's taken. Bruises, cuts, and fresh blood coated the enraged pokemon's body. What does he have left? One hit before he crumbles like a fall leaf?  "She's mine." Flexing his claws into the dirt, the skuntank reluctantly bites back any more attacks.
"Fine then, kill yourself! I'm not backing down because I'm worried about my safety though!" The poison-type spits out as the striped equine continues charging forward. "Lets have some fun shall we?"

Turning his head around, he gets his first real glimpse of the other new arrivals. He had seen their attacks fly into the elecrtic-type as he blocked them all for his own private vendetta session. So...an absol and an umbreon duo and an odd umbreon at that. The sinister grin it wore didn't escape Marvin's notice either.
Heh, looks like the fun for us is over. He pauses briefly to take several steps back in case the battle expands.
"It's his own funeral and hopefully it's that thing's too." Marvin adds with a snort of disgust as the harbinger's vile, decaying odor hits his nose once again. His eyes once again drawn into the battle. Given his condition versus the other things it was likely it would live while he would not...there was no way he was getting caught with his attention turned elsewhere by those blood-soaked claws...

Of course that damn Zebstrika would be a fucking pussy and commit suicide. "You fucking idiot!" Glass hissed, snarling at the electric type. "Keep out of this if you want to live!" Okay, now that just pissed off Glass even more - probably not a good thing. "Oh I'm sorry? Why not get your fucking head out of your ass and get a fucking clue - that bitch will fucking rip you to shreds!" Glass growled, getting ready to tear the electric type apart herself.

"She's mine." Cosmic joined in on the disgust at the Zebstrika. "I'll admit, you got balls, but it's no use of you fucking throw it away! I'm out of here!" Cosmic growled, nudging Glass. "Fine then, kill yourself! I'm not backing down because I'm worried about my safety though!" Cosmic nodded at the poison types words. "You're right. Have fun with the lunatic, we're off." Cosmic said, beginning to turn away.

"It's his own funeral and hopefully it's that thing's too." Glass stared in disbelief at Cosmic. "Whoa! What the actual fuck Cos'? We're not going! That makes us just as much cowards as that sawsbu-""Enough!" Cosmic snarled, making Glass shut her mouth. "I may hate cowards, but it's a death trap staying here. There is a difference between a coward and someone who knows when to quit." Cosmic growled, bounding off. Reluctantly, Glass followed, sending a glare over her shoulder before dashing after Cosmic, the two bounding away from the fray.

((OOC: Leaving Post~))

Weavile scoffed at the pathetic doe as she ran for the hills, the weasel also giving up the fight in favor of the now raving zebra. The Harbinger grinned as she witnessed his warmth, the very essence of his flesh splash to the ground after taking not one but two attacks meant for her. He kept crying how she was going to pay, that she was his to kill, but the ice type could see the frost forming in his veins. He was giving himself over to the cold and that made him worthy of a special death.

At her claws of course.

Eyes glinting with danger she made her move, using the distraction of the arguing pair to get under the equine and within an instant her Ice Claw was deep in his underbelly. His screams of agony filled her ears with the loveliest of music but her face still held a grimace as the warm sticky insides began to dangle and slap against her arm and face. Hissing in offense she jumped back out from under the beast and began clawing at her own face, screaming. "Off! OFF!!! Get this filthy heat off of meeeee!!!" She didn't want to feel its embrace as it coated her purple fur and seeped down to her rotting flesh, didn't want to feel as it made her chilled bones ache for the days when she would lounge in the sunshine. It felt disgusting.

As her claws raked down her own arms she saw the flesh upon them wrinkle and schlep off like a wet rag, suddenly fascinated by her own bone white arm. White...and cold...like the icy wonderland which she so cherished. Yes! That was how she would fill the world with cold! Not with her ice beam! But with the lovely glint of frozen bones splayed across the continents like glittering gems! Oh how lovely of the Zebstrika to help her in such a way! Yes! He deserved the best death now. Her special helper...her little prize.

"So lovely..."

Cassius hadn't seen the purple creature until it emerged to yell at him, nor did it seem the Weavile had. But she was ever so aware of him, if the icy plunge into his gut told any story. Cash cried in anguish as he felt his stomach punctured, the wet slop of his organs as they slid from between his ribcage and out onto the Harbinger herself making him nearly vomit. He thought he could take whatever she had, he was already in so much pain he hadn't even felt much of the attacks he took to keep the Weavile his own, but this was a new kind of pain he had never experienced before. His insides were outside his freaking body and his brain was rocketing pain signals all across his body and starting to send him into shock.

Cash felt his legs go numb even as the Weavile freaked out and rolled away from him, scratching and clawing at her own body for some reason. It was then he realized that he couldn't make out words, just muffled garbles as though he were listening to her from underwater. When his vision started to double the Zebstrika couldn't help but find himself wretching onto the ground, knees falling into his own sick as he collapsed from the lack of blood. He wasn't sure what was going to happen to him now. Sil had abandoned him, Kinah was in bad shape, the two he yelled at fucked off and the skunk wasn't in eye shot. Alone and barely able to breathe much less move Cassius wondered if anyone would notice that he was dead. Once the Weavile was done with him....would anyone even care?

    The little Purrloin could only watch in a mixture of horror and fear as the scene unraveled. To the Zebstrika's aid three Pokemon had come out from the bushes, but the equine didn't appreciate their sudden appearance. Two of the Pokemon, an Absol and a Umbreon, fled the scene, and the feline watched as the electric-type foolishly faced off the Weavile alone. It wasn't long before she heard an odd sound, something wet, that she focused closer on the zebra, and realized what had just happened.
    "Oh," she wheezed, her body shaking as she inhaled. "Oh...god...." the earth beneath him was stained a deep red, a bloodied Weavile flinging herself away from underneath him as his intestines slid out and fell. Lulu felt nauseous, shuddering as the equine proceeded to vomit. "Oh god...oh god oh god oh god..." She was going to die here if she stayed. She was going to die a horrible, agonizing death if she stayed. She was going to end up just like the Pokemon before her.
     Without a word the feline immediately turned, beginning a mad dash as she sprinted as far away as she could; tears streaking down her face and breath growing shallow. She had to get as far away from that Weavile as possible.

[ooc: leaving post!!]