(ELITE) The SNOWPOINT Team

Alice said something... Something about Dante, the Houndusk creature, but it just flew right over my head. Snapping  eyes shut in desperation, I tried to concentrate on her voice. But it was proving to be too difficult. I ended up opening the dark orbs to give her a blank look, my own gaze borderline frightened. 

It was only then that I realized the Nidoking had messed me up much, much worse than originally thought.

"Alice... M-my head..." I never got through my entire train of thought, though. I needed to communicate with her but it was oh so difficult with the pounding within my skull and the loud ringing that would not stop from within my ears. But it was not the Luxray that haulted my words; a sudden living shadow twirling around and making a racket with it's searching. I blinked lazily at it, not completely refistering the foul scent and glowing eyes, as I slowly wondered what exactly it was looking for. But when it was in front of us all of a sudden, that was when I noticed Alice standing before me. "A- Ali-" I started to cry out in alarm, but the creature was speaking then.

I had no flippin' idea what it said, but it sounded like a chick when it spoke. But there was a skin crawling horror that crept up my spine at her voice. It was almost as if a deep rooted... just... I could not even think of the words to describe it, instead just setting for that the chick looked like something out of your wildest nightmares. Something very bad. But then she was up and gone, only then did I notice the hole in the floor, and when I heard Alice mutter a curse my mind cleared up enough for me to glare at her. "Alice! You have to go after her- they might need your help!" I barked, suddenly not feeling so light headed. I managed to stand up then, my paws still numb but workable. Taking a risk, I shot in the direction of the hole, my chubby legs carrying me roughly but steadily. "She better not touch anyone that will hurt Hera," I hissed under my breath.

Wounds are not always physical, as I am beginning to learn.


Oh... Oh shit.

I allowed the rare curse to escape my mind, not caring anymore at that point, as I stared up at the huge thing. "Wh- what is that?!" I cried out, wide eyed gaze firmly stuck on the bear. I had traveled around Johto very extensively, as well as Kanto and parts of Sinnoh, but this was one of those rare species I had absolutely no name for. I bit my tounge, flattening the remainder of my ears as I waited for the next severe blow. The blood on my face from the small inevitible wound within my mouth filled my nose and it was difficult to scent around me, so when Ciara suddenly came to my aide, I could have fainted with releif. But I only tensed up again when someone came over with her. 

My pelt spiked up instinctively as I eyed the Manectric, fear and suspicion clear within my orange gaze. He did not appear to be an immediate threat, but he was massive. The species he was has always been known for their impressive height, but he surely towered over me. I completely missed the exchange going on between the two Hoenn canines and only came back to when he approached, Ciara on his back. I strugged to get to my paws as he howled. "Who... Wh-who are you?" I hissed, many pains flashing through my eye as I fought to remain strong as I questioned him. "Where did you come-" I broke off with the siren's scream of Dante's name. Then in a upright sitting position, I craned my neck and ignored the blood from my old wound slowly pooling beneath me as it seeped through the half torn bandages.

The sight sent my tail straight up in horror behind me.

One of the famous species I had not had the misfortune to encounter personally, I watched with growing fear as the oviously infected Zoroark tackled the demonic canine. As she coddled him with a very creepy and disturbing gusto, it was clear that trouble was only just beginning. As Strix took notice of the scene, my heart skipped a beat. Oh no. Not Strix. There was unnerving vibes coming from the Zoroark and I could very clearly feel the tension of a brutal fight in the air. "Strix," I whispered. Then I was on my paws. Completely ignoring the wounds I had already suffered and forgetting the Manectric, I stumbled to my paws. My demenor changed within heart beats- gaze suddenly becoming feirce, I heald my head low and hissed with fury, showing the fircness that only a feline could. Ears flat against my head, I ran over to the growing situation.

I did not care about my own wounds. I had to help these Pokemon. They were not stangers anymore. They were my family. They were...

"Strix!" They are much more. "I... I love you!" 

I was at his side by then, keeping a safe distance due to his fiersome attacks, and my gaze was full of a burning determination as my stance heald a power and readiness for a fight. I tried catching his eye, my own sparking with many strong emotions. It had taken so long to realize something so simple, and a million apologies could have passed my tounge before expressing how exactly I felt, but it hardly mattered. It had to be said. "Now let's help Dante." A brilliant smirk split my face, the blood actually clotting and coming to a lazy stop beneath me. I could fight and I would. Not caring about any type disadvantages, I turned my gaze to the she-fox from where she had suffered from the Nidoking's attack. "Don't touch him again," I hissed, my eyes coming to a glow as I readied a Psy Beam attack.

[ooc: HOLYSHIT FINALLY YES SO MUCH LOBB AT THE VERY WRONG TIME HERA LOL
And permission to knock her around a bit, Sil, but don't be too harsh xD She is pretty darn fucked up already! Lololol]

Raiden's howls hadn't been intended to draw forth any more demons, but when the Zoroark appeared things took a turn from tense to horrifying. She went straight for Dante and suddenly everyone was on alert, the hound nearly catatonic as the fox pinned him. It was the Nidoking who went to the rescue first, grabbing the female and ripping her off of the dark hound with great finesse. But that kind of attack would only buy time with one who smelled of so much death. She was one of them, that was for sure, which meant she had to be dealt with. But for her to know Dante, and to remember enough to pick him out...that was the scariest part of all. He had never seen one do that before.

The Espeon he had been trying to help was suddenly full of adrenaline again and screaming out something about being in love. What an odd time to begin shouting out professions of love... Regardless of the female's reason for such a thing she seemed ready for a fight again and charged an attack. Not overly sure how much a Psychic attack would do to the fox he began summoning his own, and a cloud began to form over the Zoroark. With a loud howl he unleashed his Thunder and prepared a second, ready for the onslaught.

Icy fear pricked slowly down Aryea's spine as Dante's bloodcurdling scream lit up the cold silence that had surrounded the group. Staggering back, she watched the Nidoking launch the fox creature that reeked of death into the air. Meanwhile the Espeon was confessing love and talking about fighting the fox who was hopefully long gone by now. Aryea couldn't help but think how strange this situation was but she padded forward to tentatively stand beside the Espeon, Nidoking, and bone dog. A slight smile lit up her face and she bowed her head in a submissive gesture. "If you will allow me, I would like to help however possible." Her voice was soft as she surveyed where the fox had been launched. Slowly, her eyes began to glow pink with Psychic energy and her white fur was alight with fleeting electricity that danced over the expanse of her body, charging up a strong Hidden Power.

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From close by, a large magnificent male Pokemon stirred from his sleep inside of an old destroyed house on the outskirts of Snowpoint City. Pricking his ears, he lumbered out of his laying position making sure to stretch out each of his appendages before stepping out into the sunlit morning. Looking up to the sky he wondered why on Earth everything felt different to him and then it hit him. There wasn't a blizzard going on anymore. Once again his ears pricked and the massive Arcanine finally listened to the air. Talking assaulted his ears and his eyes grew wide with understanding that there were living Pokemon nearby.

Bounding forward, he abruptly stopped as a scream pierced through to his soul but instead of fear, he felt nothing more than a pierching adrenaline rush that caused the Legendary Pokemon to howl joyously and sprint as fast as he could towards the living, using Agility to kick up his speed.

(OOC: And enter Harker haha)

She had finally found her love, her dear brother after too long of journeying and traveling. Finally, after she had completed her quest, she was rewarded with her prize. But as soon as she managed to grasp him, hold him, lick him, she was pried off his form and cast off, suddenly finding herself hurling through the air. She crashed into the snow, earning a small grunt of surprise from the zoroark. When she arose, however, the happy and joyous demeanor was gone, vanished; only fury remained.

There were no words, nothing concise to describe her rage. She merely roared; a cry of brutal despair and wrath. Afterward, she rushed forward in a blind rage, heading straight for the nidoking that had interrupted her reunion with her love. She screamed, her cry shrill as a banshee's, talons outstretched for the creature's eyes. Pushing the espeon aside, flinging her much like she was flung previously, her path was now clear for her to attack the beast as she so pleased. He would not receive her gift like the dragon did, nor was he to be savored. He was an obstacle that needed to be removed. He would die like the rats.

She lunged, ready for the kill.

His mind was blank with fear as Delia licked and nuzzled him, her affection terrifying him. It wasn't that the actions themselves terrified him, but the person who was committing them. She had evolved into something with hands, with talons that could grab him and pin him down. But suddenly, her light burden was lifted from him, Strix's powerful arms hurling her back toward the warehouse. Body trembling, almost hyperventilating, Dante quickly got back to his feet after a moment of dumbfounded horror. He spotted her form rushing back towards them, screaming.

Hera flew from Delia's path, knocked away by the psychotic fox. The umbreon was a hurdle easily jumped. Though, something was off. In the few moments left before Delia bridged the rapidly disappearing gap between them, Dante realized that he was no longer her immediate target. Wounded Strix wouldn't be able to last much longer, not in the snow, not after taking such damage and not against the likes of Delia. His legs moved on his own, his instinct to protect overriding his unfathomable fear of his sister.

She lunged. He lunged. The two met in the middle, their forms colliding in midair. Thankfully, Dante's bulk overruled her lithe form, and he pinned her to the ground. She flailed, screamed, howled in protest, struggling to get out from beneath Dante's weight. He flattened himself against her, placing his limbs to block her own. "GET BACK TO THE FUCKING WAREHOUSE, NOW!" There was little else he could do other than tell them to find safety, for once he stood to find it himself, Delia would be on him. He took a deep, steadying breath and he readied himself for what had to be done.

The Flamethrower built in his mouth, power emanating from his very core. Now was the time to end her, the witch that had destroyed every glimmer of hope and happiness he had ever sought and enjoyed. Every dream had ended at her fangs, and now was the time to return the favor. Now was the time to end her life as she had ended his. She was a murderer, a liar, a psychopath... She was as dangerous as a loose Undead... but... she was still his sister...

His sister...

"Strix! I... I love you!" Hera exclaimed as she bounded towards him, moving ahead of him in a protective stance. Strix stayed where he had fallen, his jaw slack and his mind hazy. Absolute horror and joy overtook him simultaneously as her words slowly registered in his failing mind.

Lightning crashed into the ground before them, mighty and terrible. But he heard a sound much worse than any attack. The shrill howling of a harpy. The Nidoking struggled to get up clenching his teeth with the effort, but his muscles refused to cooperate. All he could do was watch in horror as Hera was flung out of the way, the she-devil that had pinned Dante now leaping towards him, her eyes filled with unspeakable rage. Her enormous talons reached out towards him as her powerful legs propelled her towards his face. Strix lowered his horned head and braced himself, his last attempt to survive.
But nothing ever hit him.

THWUMP!
The Nidokings' gaze shot up, following the source of the sound. The Houndusk had tackled and pinned the harpy somehow, and was now struggling on top of her enraged form to keep her from escaping. The Nidoking tried to call out to the canine, but no words came out. Exhaustion was forcing his body to shot down, and there was nothing he could do about it.
"GET BACK TO THE FUCKING WAREHOUSE, NOW!" He roared above her screeching. Strix snarled weakly, but didn't protest. If I don't leave, the others won't either...they'll die at the claws of that...thing! The poison-type painfully pulled himself to his feet, his vision swimming. He stumbled and swooned clumsily towards the enormous hole the others had dug and fell in.
"Everyone in! NOW!" He managed to weakly croak at the others before using one last push to haul his large, armored body out of the hole and into the warehouse. The Nidoking gasped and snorted as he dragged himself out of the frozen earth before collapsing in a heap upon his belly.
His armor was badly stained and soiled with frozen earth, blood and small hunks of frozen flesh. The Nidokings' back was badly wounded, deep gashes situated between his shoulder blades and spinal armor. The wounds were now steadily streaming blood, the ice upon the behemoths' back dark red and tar-like as it slowly melted in a dark puddle around him.

(OoC- I'm assuming it's a bit warmer in the warehouse because of the fire. And he's out cold, lol)

Alice jumped when Yon-co started to run towards the hole the monster had taken out. "Wait!" She called, dashing at full speed in an attempt to cut him off. "Even if you were in some condition to fight, that... thing, is way too dangerous for us." She didn't want him to go out that way, the way so many of her other friends had. She had seen firsthand what those beasts could do. She herself had narrowly escaped them too many times to count. They were way too dangerous to fight, especially in their current condition.

When she heard the shouts outside, however, Alice jumped back from the hole, just as some of the others plunged inside. The last one in... Strix... "Oh God, Strix!" Running to his side, she was able to see the large wounds across his body. Fucking hell... she thought. She already took out our tank... Turning to Yon-co, she tried to get his attention again. "Where's that med kit? He needs help!" If Strix couldn't fight her off, Alice hoped to Arceus that Dante could. Otherwise, all was lost.

"Wait!" Alice cut me off. Drat. I stared up at her in near annoyance. "Even if you were in some condition to fight, that... thing, is way too dangerous for us." Oh. Crap. Instant regret at being short with her made regret slip through my body. Lowerin my ears and tail, I knew she was right. " ...you're right, Alice. Wish there was more I could do!" Electricity crackled off of my tail then, the few sparks the only real thing showing my frustrations. If Hera got hurt, what would I do? What if Alice got hurt?

I could not even awnser that question.

Thoughts were interrupted by sudden shouts and both of us jumped back as the group tumbled out of the hole. Despite my paws making me feel as if walking on air, I was still quick on my feet and was able to watch from a safe distance by the time the Nidoking concluded those coming out of the hole to safety. Two members quickly alrrted me that surely there were still more coming through the passage, but as the Luxray cried out and the Nidoking slammed down, I watched with horror as the tunnel collapsed from the impact of his bulk slamming onto the ground. I gaped in horror, knowing there was no way for Dante or Hera to get through. Before I could cry out for them, Alice was motioning for my attention. Her eyes were near frantic as my own grieving gaze met her's. "Where's that med kit? He needs help!" Strix. The Nidoking. Hera's true feelings were for him. I had to help him. Nodding stiffly, I shot off in the direction of the human box before taking it into my paws and returning to the them. Forcing the awful reality of Hera being smashed underground or left outside with that screaming she devil, I asked gruffly, "What do I do?"


Things were happening in such a blur. By Strix's side one moment, and the next the crazed infected Zoroark was raging. Glowing red eyes not even glancing at me, I was airborn what seemed like instantly. Crying out as I hit a nearby tree, I landed next to a body of a felled undead Glaceon. I did not get up. hearing roars and snarls and screeches, the banchee screaming of the newest threat almost drowned out the ringing in my ears. But Dante's roaring voice overpowered both. "GET BACK TO THE FUCKING WAREHOUSE, NOW!" I... but I could not move. Trying hard to stand, I fought down the panic that quickened my breath.

"Everyone in! NOW!" I heard Strix roar and my heart only sped up more. He was hurt. I knew he was hurt. But would he remember me? Was it such a rush that no one would even notice me being excluded? The thought of staying out there with Dante and that monster made my blood run colder than the ice falling around me. I was surronded by a mountain of snow but I managed to pull myself up to my paws after a minute, laening my shoulder heavily against the tree. Panting from the effort, I knew I could not make a dash to the hold without assing out. I was able to see the scene of the fight before me, though. My eye widened, watching the expression on the deamon hound's face as fire built up heavily in his maw.

Would he really take her out like that? But why did he hesitate? It didn't make sense. Dante was off, something was terribly wrong. He was normally so percise and deadly in battle. What was different now? Staying as far from them as I could, I could only pray that I would recover enough strength to flee farther if need be.

[ooc: I can get her outta there if you want me to, Sil, I just think someone witnessing the fight would be badass. No one come back for her. I will pull her outta there if need be, but I don't want any interruptions to this epic battle. ouo]

Raiden heard the calls to retreat and followed after the lumbering dino as best he could, shifting the female on his back carefully whenever she started to slip. Upon reaching the warehouse once more the one called Strix called for them to get in before collapsing on the ground. Looking around he carefully placed the small Mightyena near the fire and gently licked at her wounds. She was hurt, badly, and he didn't know how to help her. "Where's that med kit? He needs help!" Med kit? It seemed the Raichu knew what it was and ran off to fetch it.

Raiden looked over to his fellow electric types and barked softly, trying to get their attention. "I don't know what you may have, but this female is badly injured as well. I'm still fit and able to fight so I'm going back out there to help." He looked back to Ciara with soft, pitying eyes. "If there is anything you can do for the girl I will be indebted to you." Without another word he took off back into the snow to try and aid his fellow canine.

Her prey had fled. The bastard that dared interfere with her reunion with her beautiful brother had gotten away, thanks to the thing that had collided with her. She flailed, she wriggled, she struggled to get out from beneath its weight, but to no avail. However, when a light appeared before her, her eyes went to it immediately, mesmerized by her second obsession: fire. Flames licked at the maw that held them above her, tantalizing her with their power. Already they burned with such passion, they were white. It was like looking into the sun itself...

Her gaze fell from the fire, eager to know the creature that procured them. Once she recognized the new bone armor and powerful frame, she nearly kicked herself for her stupidity. Of course, the one that could make such a flame was her brother... Her beautiful, powerful brother... "Oh, Dante..." she purred, her eyes alight with genuine love. "Of course your fire would be the most brilliant..." Leaning up, taking advantage of his hesitation, she licked the underside of his jaw, then trailed down in a loving nuzzle of his neck. She felt him tense, then seized her opportunity, fangs flashing as she bit for his trachea.

His hesitation had costed him. There had been little time for him to react, but Dante had managed to make Delia's fangs miss his neck and instead score his shoulder. The flame released, but it burnt the air above her as he reeled back in pain, and found himself in the opposite position he had previously sitted himself in. She pinned him almost immediately into the snow, fangs still clamped on his shoulder. Grunting, gritting his teeth against the pain, his back legs sought to dismount her as quick as he could before she could bite him again, in a more vital area.

Delia unhooked her teeth from his flesh, rising up to push his muzzle up, revealing his neck. That did it. Her gentle grip was soon dislodged by the frantic movements of the houndusk, kicking her back off of him with his hind legs. Righting himself, speedily placing himself back on his own four paws, Dante glared at the other, his breath in heavy pants. He had missed his chance. 'Way to go, you dumb fuck,' he growled to himself, teeth bared against his sister. 'You could have had her. You DID have her! But you fucking hesitated, you FUCKING coward! Kill her! You have no reason to spare her, not now, not then, not EVER.' His gaze was as icy as the eyes that held it, glaring down at the zoroark that now began to circle him.

'She's not Delia anymore,' his mind continued, keeping his inner monologue of self disdain.'She stopped being that little sweet pup you knew when she slaughtered everyone. Did you forget that? Did you think that she'd conveniently snap out of her craziness to suit your own stupidity? Dammit, Dante, this is the moment you've craved for a fucking YEAR! Pull up your fucking panties and fucking SEIZE IT. KILL HER! Kill her for all those people that didn't deserve to die, kill her for ruining everything, for killing every fucking hope and dream, for making you doubt your own fucking sanity! Kill her for making you JUST LIKE HER!'

As if on cue, Delia lunged, and Dante was ready. His teeth met her form, and the fight was on.

((trollolol. Gonna self-absorbed and fight with myself for a bit. REST UP, GAIZ. XDDD))

Rune watched from a snow-covered treetop, her large claws deeply embedded in the pale bark. Her small body quivered in fear as she watched the two enormous dark types attempt to rip each other to shreds.
...Shadows...that's what they look like...against the snow...the Sneasel closed her eyes and gulped, trying to steady her nerves. Her tongue was dry and her insides shook. An old song echoed in her mind, the pitch figures below her dancing across the immaculate snow.

Don't look! Don't look! The shadows breathe!

Her sapphire eyes flew open as the snarls and growls floated to her feathered ears. Her heart fluttered in her chest frantically.
Why do the shadows fight with each other?...
Aren't they made of the same stuff?

(OoC- Strix is still unconscious, so meet Rune in the meantime.~
Trying a different way of writing for her. She's a bit abstract in thought. Also, sorry for being so late. I didn't know it was my turn)

Alice's eyes widened in panic when she realized Yon-co had just as little idea of how to use the med-kit as she did. "I... I don't know, just... give him something!" She said, voice panicked slightly. It didn't help her stress when another electric dog brought Ciara in as well, just as wounded as Strix was. This... No, these.... These battles, one right after another, they're too much. Even the Whitehound wasn't this bad... Drowned in sudden stress, the stress of two, no three, Yon-co was injured as well, lives being in her paws, she covered her face with her claws. She didn't know what to do, and she hoped to Arceus it wouldn't cost them all dearly.

The Manectric brought Ciara in. And things looked grim. My dark eyes widened as he set her down by the fire that was still going from ealier. "Oh man.... She doesn't look well." I may have just been stating the ovious, but it was far from my personality to just be quiet and not be involved. The newcomer looked in the direction of Alice and I and gave a sharp bark, making me start and blink twice as I regaurded him with slightly dazed eyes.

"I don't know what you may have, but this female is badly injured as well. I'm still fit and able to fight so I'm going back out there to help." The massive canine glanced slowly back to the Mightyena with emotional eyes. "If there is anything you can do for the girl I will be indebted to you." And then he left. I blinked in completely confusion. "Errrr.... alright." I shook my head to clear it and steeled my gaze before speaking to myself. "Yes. I can help them both." But then Alice began to freak out.

"I... I don't know, just... give him something!" The lioness was clearly distressed, her eyes wide and full of past demons. I turned to her in concern, baffled as to where this came, but just nodded. Holding the white, tin box in my forepaws, I moved close to the Nidoking. Mixed emotions swept through me, but I pushed them away. he needed help. That was enough for me. Opening the huam contraption, the many sharp and steel colored objects made my heart race. Which to choose? I randomly took a needle, finding a nick in his armor to stab it into his flesh. Flinching as I knew it could not be painful, I pushed all of the liquid in before slowly pulling it out. Grabbing another needle, I rushed over to Ciara. Going through the same process, I flinched as I slowly stepped back from them both. "I-I have no idea what I just gave them... I- I hope t helps."


"Oh, Dante..." The voice and tone sent chills down my spine. I was still outside, the snow falling at a much more natural wave, but still growing thick. Silently wishing we could have been stuck in Sunnyshore City, I panted as my strength ever so slowly returned. Maybe if we survived all of this, I could convince Dante and Strix to lead the group away from the snow. I smiled slightly, imagining us all just laying around, bathing in the sunlight, and no undead in sight. My pelt rippled and I shivered agin, but not from the cold. No, there would be undead everywhere. No place was safe. Sarrow peirced my heart and I bit my cheek to keep from wailing in dispear.

"Of course your fire would be the most brilliant..." I felt sick. Unable to even follow movements anymore of the two dark types, I just shut my eyes. Both being such dark shades as well as clearly much higher levels than myself, I just had to hope Dante could overcome her. if he couldn't.... I pushed the thought away with a shudder. And that was when the new scent somehow reached me. One eye snapping open, I lifted my head, perking both ears up.

Despite leaning against the frozen tree, I was able to look around. And then I saw her. A sneasel, one of my own native region. My heart broke at the rememberence of Johto and my trainer, but I pushed it down. I could not let this stranger get caught up with the fight. he was only a few trees away. Surely she could hear me if I called? Clearing my throat, I hissed feircely. "Hey! Hey, you, Sneasel!" Heart pounding in my ears, I had to work to strain my hearing in case she replied. "Get out of here! It's dangerous!" I tried to get the point across in my hushed words, praying neither Dante or the Zoroark would hear me.

"Oh, Dante...Of course your fire would be the most brilliant..." Whoever this female was and however she knew the hound, this girl was insane by all definitions. She went for his throat and Dante for hers as they soon began tearing into each other. It was brutal and gruesome and Raiden wasn't sure a young maiden like Hera should be witness to it. However, something else seemed to have her attention.

"Hey! Hey, you, Sneasel!" His eyes quickly shot to scout the area, looking for any trace of this Sneasel the Espeon was seeing. "Get out of here! It's dangerous!" Following her line of sight he caught a glimpse of blue-ish black amongst the snow. It was a Sneasel. His gaze kept darting between the two dark types locked in battle and the small creature caught on the other side of it. It went without question what he had to do.

Electricity sparked across his fur as he bid Hera a quick word of comfort before darting around the battle to get to the small snow creature. He would aid Dante as soon as he knew the small one was uninfected and safe. Reaching her as quickly as possible he skidded to a stop, snow spraying around the Sneasel, and he looked her over carefully. Not infected. "Stay with me child and I will get you to that building over there, where it is safe."

((OOC: Aww Raiden, you just love helping! lol))

How she had forgotten what a magnificent beast her brother was!

After a time of him staring her down, icy eyes defiant with rage, he had lunged, meeting her with a flash of fangs and fire. She had dealt with some difficult opponents, yes -Blaze and the Dragon were spectacular fights- but nothing compared to what she dealt with now. No, Dante knew her moves, her little tells and habits, just as she knew his. They dodged each other, bit, clawed, fired attacks, but all they did was merely singe or scratch the other; no real damage. They were evenly matched.

It seemed hours they fought, wrestling and fighting through the snow. Delia inwardly thanked her gift, her now still heart. Had she been fighting Dante as a living weakling, she would have been no match. No, she had to obtain immortality to get to his level, to match his strength... which was why if they joined forces, they would be invincible. There would be no threat, not even Nature itself that could best them. They rushed past each other, attempting and failing to land a blow on the other. Delia chuckled.

"...I knew, Brother, that it'd be hard to beat you, but this was beyond my expectations..." She studied his body tense, flinching slightly at her smooth tone and words. "But if we come together, Dante, if our power is put together, there's nothing that can stop us. We can rule this world and everything in it! No cages, no humans, no sticks to break our bones-- we'll seize it and take it for ourselves!" Her eyes were alight with enthusiasm, her zealotry taking hold. "Dante... you and I could be gods... and we'd be immortal... and... we'd always be together..." She touched her stomach, the bottomless pit of organ that always yearned for flesh to fill it. But now, it wanted more than just any flesh. It wanted his flesh. His power. His fire. "Don't you... want to be... together?" Her eyes twitched, her mind grew fuzzy and broken. Something was happening, but she didn't care. She watched her love take in her words, watched his body shift its weight as he thought.

Then, an opportunity. His eyes glanced away for an instant, his mouth began to speak, and she didn't waste her precious time. He had left his guard down, for one moment and she sought to exploit it for all it was worth. With speed even she didn't know she was capable of, talons out to seek his warm flesh.

He would be HERS.

This was it. Finally. Dante and what used to be his sister were now in an all-out battle to the death, mercilessly going after the other. It was a feeling he was very used to, almost like he was back in the ring to win his scraps called "dinner". But now, he had evolved once more, something he didn't even know he could have accomplished. She was on his turf, and Hell if he would lose to her now, when he was on the cusp of his long-sought revenge. Certain with himself, confident that he now possessed the courage and fortitude to actually make the killing blow, he went after her as much as she him, dismissing his wounded shoulder. It was a grueling fight, but not one tainted with bloodspill. No, they were equals in speed, countering or evading any attacks fired at the other. It was frustrating, but Dante knew he had to keep his calm or else she'd gain the advantage... again.

However, she caught him off guard by speaking. He listened to little of her words, only glaring at her to study her movements, watching for a tell that she would soon attack. Though, her last question halted him, as she looked nearly like herself once more... "Don't you... want to be... together?" When she was sane, she'd asked him the same thing, to keep warm during the winter nights. The image of the shivering little zorua flashed in his mind, and he took a moment to look away to rid himself of the memory. It was only weakening him...

He soon found that had been a mistake.

In less than a second, he saw movement in his peripherie, turning only in time to watch helplessly as Delia lunged at him. "SHI--" She tackled him and they rolled away a bit with the force of the hit, the insane fox giggling as they tumbled. Before Dante could react, he was pinned on his back, much as he had pinned her not minutes prior. Struggling to get out from her grasp, he stopped completely when he felt talons suddenly inside of him. "There we go, Dante... Just a little more..."

Frozen in shock and fear, her words not even registering, the houndusk could only watch as her bloodied hand reached further and further in, disappearing completely in the soft flesh beneath his ribcage. There wasn't pain, at least not yet. All he could feel was his heartbeat frantically pump faster and faster, as if it were running away from her seeking claws. As she pushed further, the pain finally caught up to him, the blood rushing out of the wound, his body already feeling faint. He let out a cry of pain and fear, his mind too blurred with both to do much else.

Legends... was this it?

((XD Next turn should do it, guys. Please don't help him~))

The Nidokings' eyes shot open as his heart suddenly started beating overtime, forcing him to jolt forward.
"Aaah!" He cried out, involuntarily crunching his body inwards against the pain. What the fuck!? His eyes shot to the other and then the rat, who was staring at him with wide eyes and an empty syringe in his paw.
"Guurrrghhh...!" He growled through clenched teeth, slowly pushing himself to his knees. "The-f-f-fuck'd you dd-o?" His voice was thick with pain, the words coming out fractured. The behemoth let out another pained growl before leaning against his claws, trying to get his heart to slow. "Urrrghh...you d-damn rat..."
The fucker dosed me with adrenaline! He panted, raising only his head as his venomous gaze met the Raichus. But his expression quickly changed from rage to anxious fear as he looked about the group, and not seeing the Houndusk or the Espeon.
"Fuck! Where are they!?" He shouted at them, pulling himself to his feet, only to wince and fall to one knee. His frantic gaze went from the Luxray and Raichu to the hole that they had all come from. Blood stained the floor around them and the entrance, but he didn't think twice. He dropped down into the hole, squeezing through to the other side and frantically pulled himself up onto the snow-covered ground. The world was spinning around him, his body surging with a terrible need to move, despite every bit of him screaming in pain.
He was fighting that crazy bitch!

"Hera! Dan-!" The Nidoking froze in horror as he spun to find the vixen upon Dante, her claw digging up into his chest cavity. The canine cried out, his eyes wide with terror and pain as he stared down at his chest in incredulity. Blood gushed onto the snow beneath the two, the hot liquid making the snow steam before quickly going cold.
Strix remained motionless, immobilized by the horrific scene; by the look upon Dantes' face. He felt like an Onix had hit him square in the chest, full-force. He had no words or thoughts.
All he could do was fall to his knees, weak and shaking, his eyes unable to tear away from the scene before him, his expression that of complete horror and despair.

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"Hey! Hey, you, Sneasel!"
Wha...? The Sneasel dazedly looked for the source of the hissing, to find a pale purple vulpine with a bad eye.
"Get out of here! It's dangerous!"
Rune took a few steps back in sudden dazed caution, unsure of the foxes' words.
"...I..." But before she could reply, a bright yellow and blue dog was bounding towards her, sparking electricity. The timid Sneasel stumbled back, her claws coming close to her chest defensively as the canine skidded to a halt, spraying snow everywhere.
Oh great Mesprit, is he going to kill me? I didn't do anything wrong...!
She stared up at him, her ears flat against her head and her blue eyes wide with fear and confusion.
"Stay with me child and I will get you to that building over there, where it is safe." His voice was aged, and calm despite the vicious fight going on behind him. His words took her completely off guard.
He...he wants me to be safe...?
Meeting his confident gaze, she nodded, making a small noise of agreement and picking herself up out of the snow.

(NUUUUU NOT DANTE ;-; Phoe, I'll let Raiden react before Rune does)

Alice's eyes opened wide. He had just injected them with a random drug? Who knew what effect that would have?! She was about to chew him out for it, when Strix's body shot up. What had he given him? His body moved shakily, and she could practically hear his heart thumping loudly, and extremely fast. He was up, however, and moving back towards the hole. "Strix, don-" She couldn't speak up fast enough. He was already gone before she could move. Looking down at Ciara, she wondered if the same thing would happen to her. Worse yet, she wondered if her body could withstand whatever Yon-co had given them.

Resuming the positiong from before, front half on the floor, paws covering her eyes, she tried to control her panicked breathing. "They... We... We're all going to die out here." It was the first time she let herself admit her true fear, but it was true. They had managed to survive the Absol, and the Typholsion, but this... This monster... She would be the end of them. And there was nothing Alice could do to stop her.

[ooc: Skip. I got nothing.]

The Sneasel gave a small whine of approval, moving to stand beside the Manectric as he held his position to block her from the battle. If any attack went astray he would be the first to leap into its path and prevent her harm. "Come young one, we have to move." He gave her a reassuring smile and nodded his head towards Hera, starting to walk so that he would stay between her and the fighting. But as he began to walk beside the child a horrific scene began to unfold before the lightning hound. The she-devil had her claws buried so deep into the other canine that he couldn't even see her paw anymore. "Dear Arceus..."

"Hera! Dan-!"

Raiden whirled his head to see the large dino barging out into the snow once more before his senses went AWOL and rebelled. rushing the small female at his side faster he ran as fast as her legs could get her to Strix and Hera's side. "Get inside and stay where it is safe," he told her. "I'm not going to let that horror take him. Not if I can help it." Raiden had static building up in his fur, the currents arcing and cracking off of him in increasingly repetitive sparks. Each one cracked with ferocity as he turned once again on the female who was causing all the mayhem and vowed to stop her.

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It was almost like waking up under water, pressure bearing down on her from some unseen force. Her body twitched and moved every once in a while, blood flow returning to limbs that long since gave up trying to move. She had no idea how long she had been out, nor even where she was, but it felt like life returning to her. Crimson eyes blinked open to take in the dark of the warehouse and she quickly squeezed them back shut with a whimper. Her eyes trying to focused caused her an unpleasant headache and the drug rushing through her only intensified the effects.

Finally she felt the throbbing ease and opened her eyes once more, trying to stand. She whimpered pathetically, like a newborn pup, as every strain of muscle felt like fire ripping through her body. "Wh-where...a-a-am....I-I?" she forced out through labored breaths, panting with exhaustion though only having just awoken. Ciara tried to look around once more and saw the familiar form of Alice sitting nearby and felt some comfort in that. If Alice were there then maybe that meant she wasn't dead and in hell.

She could hear the sounds of snarling and shouting outside and felt a fear grip her still heavily beating heart. She forced her body to move and worked her way over to the door where she saw Strix's massive form kneeling in the snow and her instinct to follow her alpha kicked in once more. Raiden was there crackling with energy, Hera stood by with her eyes wide in fear, and there was a small little black weasel standing nearby. Dragging herself to Strix's opposite side she finally saw what everyone was staring at. Dante fighting a demon...and losing.

What fresh hell had she awoken too?

((OOC: Since you said no help Sil, Raiden is still just really pissed and is about to charge Delia. He hasn't yet though so no worries))

It was a beautiful sight. Her talons plunged further into Dante's flesh, causing his delicious life-blood to pour out of him in a glorious mirror of crimson. She saw herself in his blood, reflecting back the mighty god she'd become. She turned back to the agonized face of her brother, her lover, and licked his chin lightly. "Just let me have it, Dante... Just let me have it... and we can be together..." He grunted and growled, trying to say something to her, but she shrugged it off as nonsense. She knew it'd be difficult fighting the urge to live... but once he became a part of her, they'd both know this was for the best.

Her claws found different organs, and she gently poked and prodded each, earning a guttural cry from her brother. She giggled, flashing her bloodstained fangs in a dazzling display. "Does that tickle, Dante? I didn't know you could be ticklish on the inside!" She giggled more, her girlish laugh soon sounding more and more like the hysterical wail of a banshee. She pushed further and further, inching her way upward into his chest cavity, seeking the frantic thumping of his heart. His bone decorated paws struggled against her powerful forearm, but his strength was sapped. She would have him. She would win.

She was getting further and further, deeper and deeper into his chest. Each inch she carved her way in, he could feel a thousand times, and a thousand times over again. The pain numbed his mind, his body slowly shutting down to the inevitable death that was surely about to follow. And for a moment, through the pain and the fear Dante was enduring... he was about ready to accept it. Blood poured from his open wound, only slightly hindered by Delia's arm, gushed in coughs from his lungs and mouth, dribbling from his maw as he left it open in an eternal silent scream. He felt his body feeling further and further away, feelings and sounds becoming muted, distorted. He had long ago shut his eyes against the sight, unable and unwilling to look up at his assailant.

Even with the horrible realization, however, the disconnection that slowly carved its way through his consciousness became more and more comforting. Though he was against the bitter cold snow, his side torn open and throbbing with such a searing pain he'd never known before, he felt almost nothing; more of a pressure in his side. The panic and fear that had taken hold was ebbing away as he slowly faded from the conscious world, taking refuge in the safety of the dark.

His mind was brought forward once more, however, back to the reality at hand when Delia's giggle resounded in his ears. "Does that tickle, Dante? I didn't know you could be ticklish on the inside!" She giggled more, then laughed... fucking laughed...

...That...

...fucking...

...laugh...

His eyes opened, witness her feral grin, her eyes brimming with malice and insanity. What was he doing? Why was he letting this happen-- he had vowed to kill her, even if it meant his own death. Closing his mouth in a bid to produce a snarl himself, he put his paws against her form, preventing her from exploring his chest cavity more. She only gave him a slightly confused look when he summoned every ounce of strength, everything he had left. This was his last chance. He couldn't get her out of him, but he could make damn sure she wouldn't fuck with anyone else.

This was it.

The payoff.

Before she could ask questions, before she could react, Dante lurched his upper body forward, bloodied maw open in a flurry of teeth and latched onto the vixen's face. Thankfully, his own head was much larger than hers, which allowed him to fit the majority of her smaller skull in his, putting his incisors right at her brow. And then, he held on.

Delia ripped her paw from within him, sending a spray of blood and bits of organ as she violently tried to get him off. She clawed, she flailed, she tried flinging his large form off, but it was to no avail. Dante was far too heavy to swing him around like a rag doll, her efforts merely dragging his limp body around in the snow as his teeth clung to her skull. There was no need to try and reserve strength for the rest of his body --it was done for. No, the only thing that needed attention was his jaws, which slowly crunched together. However, her talons were becoming more of a problem as they slashed at his face and neck, and so, he released every last bit of fire he held in him.

Her shriek could pierce even the furthest of ears, her face literally melting off in the white hot flames, hungrily tearing open the dead flesh and sought more. There were a few moments where the flailing became too much, and Dante was finally flung from his opponent in a last desperate attempt to get him off. He flew back into the snow, limp with exhaustion. Delia, however, came with him.

Or... some of her.

His teeth had been embedded so in her skull, that when she tore him off of her, the upper part of her cranium went with him, falling to pieces as he was airborne. Brain exposed to the fire that still kept her alight, what was left of her body falling to the snow in a limp heap. She was gone.

Heaving, lungs and body aching for relief, Dante watched as she fell to the snow, his regrets slowly fading away. He let himself fall back down, satisfied that he had finally accomplished what he'd set out to do... that he'd finally avenged all of those people she destroyed. For once, he felt... peaceful... or maybe that was the bloodloss. Still, with a smile, he allowed unconsciousness claim him, ice blue eyes rolling back into his head.

"...Finally..."

((Ok, now do your things, guys! XD Delia is gone, but Dante's still hanging on there!))

Strix stared, stricken by pure shock to do anything more than shiver. Against all odds, the canine went from being impaled by the harpies' claw to tearing off her head in a terrible inferno. The vulpine screeched and howled in raging agony, her voice ear splitting as she flailed maniacally in the engulfing flames. He stared, shaken at the decapitated and partially crushed skull of the fox, her unmoving and scorched body, and finally the canine who lay bleeding out several feet away. The Nidoking forced himself to move, scrambling on his knees to the limp Houndusk, his body moving awkwardly from the effects of the adrenaline.

Gently turning the canine over, he shrunk back a bit as he gazed upon the gaping hole in his belly, blood pouring out as the organs inside sloshed visibly. Instinctively, he pressed his large claw to the gushing wound, trying to stop the bleeding. His frame shivered frantically, but he didn't hesitate. He looked at the others, his breath coming out in quick gasps.
"We-! We need to help him!" He said frantically, his mind racing.
"What...what do I...?" The Nidokings' eyes shot back and forth, his claws drenched in the canines' blood. Suddenly, his thoughts flew back to the medkit the Absol had given them. His eyes widened as it dawned on him.
"You! Stay with him! Keep him warm! And keep pressure right here!" He snarled loudly, fear coloring his voice as he clumsily scrambled to his feet and glared at the small congregation of pokemon onlookers. He forced his bulky body to fall back down into the hole and through to the other side, and without a word, he grabbed the medkit from the bloodied floor and carried it back to the canine, holding it close to his chest, as if it would keep him from collapsing if he held on to it tight enough.

The large poison behemoth tried pulling himself out of the large hole, having difficulty at first as his legs gave out beneath him. With a pained snarl, he hauled himself out with his muscular arms, letting his legs and tail drag behind him before shakily crawling to the canine and the others in the trampled snow. His vision was spinning and his entire body felt like it was hooked into a high voltage box- on fire with a lethal energy and pain. But nothing compared to the indescribable fear he felt at the aspect of the canine dying.

This fear fueled his screaming muscles forward, until he reached them, where he shoved his way through the crowd. With a guttural wheezing, he tossed the box down and recklessly and forcefully opened it, unable to make his large claws function with the delicate human designed latch. He pushed the few remaining medications about, using all of his energy to focus his reeling vision on the contents.
There's barely fucking anything in here!
A quiet whimper escaped his jaws as his pale, bloodied claws found a small vial of orange liquid.
A hyper potion!
Thank Arceus...!
The Nidoking pulled it out with some effort, his claws quaking as he pulled the lid off the delicate glass.
Please don't let it break...please don't let it break...
He held his breath as he took it off and pulled the canine towards him, propping him up against his armored knee.
He's fucking unconscious...!
It won't work if he's not...awake...alive...!
How-!?
The Nidoking growled weakly, his claws shaking. Some of the medicine spilled onto them, making him panic.
"No fucking choice." He whispered, grabbing the canines' jaws and opening them with one claw, and pouring the elixir down his throat.
The canines' mouth began to fill, the orange liquid quickly mingling with his blood, but the liquid didn't go down. Strix held his head up straight to help open up his bronchial tubes, careful not to let any spill.
"Dante, you fucking bastard, drink!" He snarled hoarsely, on his last frayed reserves. Still, the canine wasn't responding.
"Drink, damn you!" He snarled frantically, clamping the canines' mouth closed with trembling claws.

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Rune watched with sapphiric eyes brimming with tears as the large boned canine howled in pain. The electric dog ran alongside her, trying to bar her view from the carnage, but it was already too late. She had already seen what had happened, and what was happening. The little Sneasel shivered next to the Nidoking and Espeon, her large claws to her mouth in shock and horror.

She saw the blue canines' mouth move, but she couldn't hear him. She was in a daze. Before she knew it, the electric dog was sparking with an attack, the bone dog was getting tossed about and the large shadow fox was on fire...without a head. The child barely understood what had just happened when the large Nidoking dragged himself to the bone dog and barked orders at them.

"You! Stay with him! Keep him warm! And keep pressure right here!"
Leaping a bit in fright, she timidly obeyed, skirting around the enormous poison type and sat as close as she could to the canine, clinging to his neck.
Is...this where I should be?...Does his neck need to be warm?...
She looked at the blue canine with worry, hoping she wouldn't let them down. Her eyes locked on the enormous hole in the dogs' body and stayed there, unable to tear her gaze away from the mortal wound.

As the Nidoking crawled back to them, the Sneasel shuffled away from the unconscious bone dog uneasily, letting the purple giant take control again. She watched from a few feet away, her tiny body shivering in the snow. Her large claws were covered in the dogs' blood, which she hid behind her back anxiously, away from her own line of sight. She stared blankly at all of them, shock quickly setting in.


(Okay, I took alot of freedoms with this post with Dante, so Silv, if there's any issue, please pm me and I can change it, I don't mind. Strix is just reacting the way he usually does; rash and brutish, lol. I'm assuming everyone outside crowded around Dante.
I did ask her permission before I posted to give Dante the potion, so I hope it's not too intense.)

Alice's mind reeled lower and lower into the depths of darkness, all of her fears suddenly bubbling to the surface. She would have stewed there forever, if she had her way. As it happened, however, she did not. A soft, whimpering voice caughter her attention, and broke the spell of despair that had covered her.

Ciara was awake.

"Ciara... Don... Don't go out there..." Alice was surprised at how weak her voice sounded. She had barely done anything to help, and here she was, giving up already. Ciara and Strix were both incredibly wounded, and yet they still found the strength to go back out. She was pitiful. Something in her mind seemed to snap back into place then, and she stood up straighter than she had for a long time. Looking to Yon-co, she reluctantly pulled her eyes away, and followed Ciara outside.

What she saw was horrific.

A sudden clump seemed to fill the spot her heart used to be. That... beast from before. It had its claws inside Dante. No... Looking around at the others, she couldn't believe that they didn't rush in to avenge him. A twitch of movement caught her eye, however. He's not dead! She thought, hope returning once more. He had his teeth on her skull. Alice's eyes opened wide as she realized, just as the flames started flowing out, that Dante had one. Within moments, the monster was dead. They survived.

And yet, all was not well. Strix moved almost immediately, awkwardly on account of whatever drug Yon-co had given to him. By the time she got to Dante, he had already returned with the med kit, scrambling around and looking for anything that could help. Watching him try to force the potion down the canine's throat, she began to panic. What can I do? How can I help? Suddenly, and idea hit her. "Maybe... Can we use what we used on you and Ciara to wake him up, at least? The drug?" At this point, for all she knew, it could kill him. But if it had the slightest chance of helping... Maybe it was worth the risk.