[The armored figure stands stoically, taking every single hit without flinching or moving save a simple warding gesture, conjuring a token Protect around the Pokemon. Despite that, every single one save the unconscious Goodra, go flying off into the ruins, unharmed and alive. That seems to be the figure’s only true concern. Sanae’s rage, Samehk’s flames, Rose's slashes and most of all Lenna’s roar have the intended effects. Armor shreds, huge chunks of metal flying off all around it, the furious onslaught peeling it away bit by bit. The sheer pressure drives the silver clad young woman to her knees, the hand on her spear her last line of support. But it doesn’t stop there. Streams of silver, slivers of flesh from beneath, fly away under the onslaught, scarlet droplets spraying out of her.
And when the onslaught ends, chest heaving, the woman rises up to a standing position. Blood pours down her face, but she’s still up. Setting herself, she takes the spear, spreads herself into a fighting stance]
You think you’re the only one who’s lost a parent? My father died outside Glacier with an iron spike through his heart. You claim a moral high ground, but you are just as barbaric. Heretics like you…should pay. All of you should pay! One tower at a time!
[The spear gleams with an amber light. The smell of ozone fills the air as she slams the butt of it into the ruined pavement, and the ground beneath the entire group begins to rumble. Something big is coming. Something really, really big.
A heartbeat later, the foundation of a building begins to crumble, and raging out of the earth comes the source of the rumbles. A Steelix breaches the surface, leaping into the air and smashing down through another nearby building. Supports creak and groan, rubble begins to fall, and the Pokemon continues to thrash, breaking loose more stone.
The strain of this seems to take a toll on the woman, who again falls to her knees, leaning on her spear. There’s still a deadly gleam in her eyes though, a challenging look of madness. Come near at your own peril.
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And when the onslaught ends, chest heaving, the woman rises up to a standing position. Blood pours down her face, but she’s still up. Setting herself, she takes the spear, spreads herself into a fighting stance]
You think you’re the only one who’s lost a parent? My father died outside Glacier with an iron spike through his heart. You claim a moral high ground, but you are just as barbaric. Heretics like you…should pay. All of you should pay! One tower at a time!
[The spear gleams with an amber light. The smell of ozone fills the air as she slams the butt of it into the ruined pavement, and the ground beneath the entire group begins to rumble. Something big is coming. Something really, really big.
A heartbeat later, the foundation of a building begins to crumble, and raging out of the earth comes the source of the rumbles. A Steelix breaches the surface, leaping into the air and smashing down through another nearby building. Supports creak and groan, rubble begins to fall, and the Pokemon continues to thrash, breaking loose more stone.
The strain of this seems to take a toll on the woman, who again falls to her knees, leaning on her spear. There’s still a deadly gleam in her eyes though, a challenging look of madness. Come near at your own peril.
What do? Finish the fight or protect the town?]