[That’s really it. That’s all there is to it. Yukiko’s sick and tired of this dragon and now it’s down here and fighting her. That’s just freaking fine with her. It’d been up in the sky Hypervoicing and spraying ice and metaphorical crap on them and everything. It’d hurt Rocket, it’d been knocking things over, and it was pretty much just making a mess of things even without her encouragement. Her anger is enough to overcome that pressure, weird though it is.
Chie receives a positively withering glare, and Yukiko barks out several commands as she sidesteps some falling rubble.]
Drax, Peter, get the stragglers out of here. Gamora, you get Rocket and go too. Wroot, get ready to get more while I distract it.
[The Pokemon nod, and comply, grabbing people by the fistful and one very dazed Lineone and booking it in the other direction. Snor-Lord seems particularly keen to get a move on.]
If it’s a fight this thing wants, let’s give it our best. Hit it with your best shots!
[A change comes over Yukiko in that instant. Light flares, golden and brilliant like the sun overhead. The sun that suddenly grows harsher, nastier, more…omnipresent as her mega-evolution takes hold. The incandescence surrounding the girl blossoms into a storm of burning flowerpetals that dart towards Kyurem and hammer it’s Grass/Ice typed flank with a Flame-Amped Sacred Fire, hoping to burn the thing and make it realize they weren’t worth the trouble.
When the light dies away a bit, Yukiko’s appearance is outwardly very, very different. A golden sheen of what looks like armor plates her whole body, with steely wings and a pair of bejeweled shields over each wrist. A flap and she takes to the air, zipping clear of more rubble and lining up a Blast Burn, still boosted by the blessings from the gods, the sunlight, and the fire-enhancing property of her mega-form.]
Get out of my home! I Am WROOOOOOT!
[Wroot? Just slowly plods forward, moving boulders out of the way, or tearing them apart to reach more people.]
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Chie receives a positively withering glare, and Yukiko barks out several commands as she sidesteps some falling rubble.]
Drax, Peter, get the stragglers out of here. Gamora, you get Rocket and go too. Wroot, get ready to get more while I distract it.
[The Pokemon nod, and comply, grabbing people by the fistful and one very dazed Lineone and booking it in the other direction. Snor-Lord seems particularly keen to get a move on.]
If it’s a fight this thing wants, let’s give it our best. Hit it with your best shots!
[A change comes over Yukiko in that instant. Light flares, golden and brilliant like the sun overhead. The sun that suddenly grows harsher, nastier, more…omnipresent as her mega-evolution takes hold. The incandescence surrounding the girl blossoms into a storm of burning flowerpetals that dart towards Kyurem and hammer it’s Grass/Ice typed flank with a Flame-Amped Sacred Fire, hoping to burn the thing and make it realize they weren’t worth the trouble.
When the light dies away a bit, Yukiko’s appearance is outwardly very, very different. A golden sheen of what looks like armor plates her whole body, with steely wings and a pair of bejeweled shields over each wrist. A flap and she takes to the air, zipping clear of more rubble and lining up a Blast Burn, still boosted by the blessings from the gods, the sunlight, and the fire-enhancing property of her mega-form.]
Get out of my home! I Am WROOOOOOT!
[Wroot? Just slowly plods forward, moving boulders out of the way, or tearing them apart to reach more people.]