bravenewworld | The Elite Four Strikes

On it!

[Feliks nudges his Rapidash to go as fast as he can, guides him through the streets to circle around directly behind the dragon. The moment they've got a clear shot, Feliks nudges Jadwiga, who leans around his side to let out a Moonblast. At the same time, he raises one hand away from the Rapidash's neck and lets loose with a Fire Blast, trying to draw the god's attention back away from the residential district. He can feel Entei and Moltres's power blazing in him, boosting the strength of the attack, melting away any trace of fear and hesitation in that moment.]

[Sveta might have a god on her side, but she's got another thing coming if she thinks she's the only one.]

Yes. Right. Shields. Okay.

[Big battles like this are always so overwhelming. Why do the gods have to be so huge? All the same, Merrill summons her Carbink and Gigalith to aid in the assault.]

Lyrium, help Yuuna defend. Varterral, hold out as long as you can against the dragon.

[Lyrium the Carbink summons up a Light Screen of its own, gems shining brilliantly in the midday sun. As for Varterral the Gigalith, it goes on the offensive, manipulating some of the falling debris to send it right back at the dragon god in a devastating Rock Slide.]

Unfortunately, to strike is about all this sword can do. I'm counting on you people.

[ Shields? Status effects? Sanger and his Pokemon aren't very much use at that. But what they can do is hurt things, and they're very good at that. ]

Gouwan, draw its eyes here! I will not have that dragon head any closer to non-combatants!

[ The Metagross fires off a Meteor Mash, steel fist hurtling straight at the giant dragon, while Sanger himself looks for a proper perch, scaling the tallest building nearby in a series of jumps as he prepares himself with a Swords Dance. ]

[The Thunder Wave that hits it draws some irritation from the dragon, baring its teeth as the paralysis sets in. But it is strong, and it is mighty, and it's hard to tell exactly how much the attack effected by how quickly it thrashes and takes out another part of a building with its tail.

But what really sets it off is the series of attacks from Rock Slide, Stone Edge, Meteor Mash and Moonblast. The Fire Blast stings, but it isn't any more than an annoying bite from an insect in comparison to the other things that hit it. With another roar, now one of anger and malice, the dragon turns with a Payback attack against Metagross, being the closest target to it at the time. And just to make sure it doesn't miss anything, it turns again in the direction of where the Stone Edge came from- to unleash a Blizzard in the area.]

[The Blizzard hits hard and hits true, staggering Merrill's Gigalith mightily. Fortunately, it's quite Sturdy and also partially protected by Yuuna's Reflect, so it's not down for the count just yet. Giving a mighty roar of its own, it strikes back with a Stone Edge, since Rock attacks seem to be the order of the day. Meanwhile, Lyrium the Carbink once again shows off its pretty crystal patterns as it gathers light into a mighty Moonbeam attack. Merrill hangs back for the moment, seeing that her Pokemon are more than capable of holding their own. There's no reason for her to overexert herself yet.]

Get back-!

[He wasn't even thinking, his eyes widening as the mouth opens, remembering it's frigid cold from Glacier. Sinbad had the pendant in hand, activating the mega-evolution. His ears became dog-like as his hair, and scales turned a pinkish-white color, and long, fur sprouted over his massive tail, giving a fox-like appearance as his vulnerable dragon type became ice]

Augh! Ooooow... that still hurts. Everyone else okay?

[He grits his teeth, sinking down to try to avoid the worst of the blast and to allow the growlithe to jump into his arms]

Ah... That guy's huge. Focalor, hit him in the weak points, I'll be flying with Furfur. Everyone, I suggest spreading out as much as you can - keep him from being able to focus on one area.

[It's risky, but the God was huge, and they were small, he just has to be quick and nimble. The Rufflet squawks, swooping around like an Aerial Ace as Sinbad flies in close, circling around their feet, using the Growlithe like a portable Flamethrower]

Edited 2016-01-23 05:08 (UTC)

[The cold cuts at him, and he's sure that his Pokemon are feeling it, too -- but he and Mieszko can handle cold pretty well, and he trusts that Jadwiga can teleport herself out if it gets to where she's not going to be able to take it.]

We're good! Spread out, huh?

Mieszko -- use Agility!

[The Rapidash whinnies, and his hoofbeats speed up as Feliks guides him further around to the other side of the great dragon, where it'll be harder for the god to attack them and everyone else at the same time. Just as Feliks is about to order another Moonblast, he hears a familiar trilling in the air above him -- it looks like his Dragonair has caught up with him. (It wasn't hard to find him, really, she's saying, for the benefit of any who can hear. Figure out where the worst danger is, and charge right at it.)]

Huzar? What are you doing here?

--Whatever, good timing! Draco Meteor, now!

[The young Dragonair nods, then soars up high, letting out a high-pitched battle cry as she summons the attack.]

[Thankfully, Kyo's tough. Really tough, and a Blizzard isn't enough to really hurt it too much. Being a big rock monster has some advantages, after all, plus the blessings help. Staggering still, he carefully ducks behind a building and grabs another shard of rock. Hurling it with all his might for another Stone Edge the Tyranitar does what needs to be done.

While...Yuuna starts gathering her focus, her will, her anger...everything...and crushing it into a ball. Blue fire forms between her hands, a charged sphere of energy ready to go...but the blessings have a secondary effect too. The ball begins to blaze with real fire, a second layer on top of the fighting attack.]

TAKE THIS YOU OVERGROWN DRUDDIGON!

[And she shoots out a Focus Blast right at the dragon's backside!]

[ The ice is unwelcome. Twisting through the air, the blast stings, burns barely prevented by the blessings they have all been granted. She banks hard, trying to regain some control of her descent, and the mist she'd trailed with her dissipates as Gwendolyn's speed instead brings her up higher.

A height she's not used to - the Howling Gale had always lent her speed but her body was unused to the forces this high up. But she would weather it. The people of Union depended on their actions, and it had chilled her more than the Blizzard itself to know that the dragon-god's intent was to level the homes of her hosts.

They had already succeeded in drawing its attention away from its goal. Now to keep it: already made swift by the blessings of the twin dragons and the thunder gods, Agility flared through Gwendolyn as she dove down, a hunter's stoop aiming to strike at the head of the dragon itself, moving to drag the tip of her spear along it before streaking skywards again - if a pest it sees them, then she will buzz around its head like a hive of beedrills!

From her shoulder, a bird-child's voice rings out in a Disarming Voice, wavery Bluuuuu carrying even with the sound of destruction around them. ]

[Assault after assault lands on the mighty dragon, causing it to howl in pain while simultaneously letting out a Hyper Voice, hitting all those around it.]

Fools! This city will burn to ash and there isn't a thing you can do to stop it!

[With another roar, the dragon goes into an Outrage, crushing buildings as it walks right through them, moving closer to the party members who have decided to stay at range.]

[ How is the city going to burn when you keep using Ice attacks, Kyurem? Silly dragon. But Sanger's hardly caught up in the specifics of how the city is going to be destroyed. He has better things to worry about, like his Metagross. ]

Gouwan, rest now. It's time for me to take over.

[ The Payback was more than a little painful for the Psychic type, and Sanger sent the Pokemon way back, not willing to have it risk taking another blow like that. No, there were more than enough people on the field. ]

We are not the foolish ones here, [ he turns back to the giant dragon ] there is only one that stands alone, and you will soon understand why!

[ The Colossal Blade is drawn from its sheath, reshaping itself into a massive curved blade the size of a small man, and Sanger flings it right at Kyurem, enhanced weapon hurtling through the air in what can only be described as closest to a Steel Wing. ]

[ Silly indeed. But there's nothing at all silly about that Hyper Voice, which knocks Gwendolyn mid-air a fair distance, disrupting her ability to fly and causing her to collide with the side of the battered tower.

Fortunately for her, part of the wall caves in, meaning she falls inside.

Unfortunately for Gwendolyn, she IS knocked down. Down, but not out, not just yet, but she'll need time to gather herself. It's a clash of pain in her head and along her body, a blody gash across her shoulder and her shield arm bent at an angle she doesn't dare think about.

Muninn the Swablu is also knocked aside -- but while Gwendolyn is tossed back in an arc, he drops directly down, bouncing atop Kyurem's head as the God tantrums in Outrage. Well. Since he's here? PECK, PECK, PECK goes a tiny beak directly against the center of the dragon's forehead. ]

[He darts back, ears pressing back against his head with Furfur whimpering from the noise in his arms, as Focalor wings away with a pained squawk]

He's noisy isn't he? Badr, your turn - Focalor - keep an eye out if those guys want to assist Kyurem, Feliks - can you help me and Furfur create a fire barrier?

[Sinbad nods to Furfur as they dive back in, but instead of getting to their feet, he circles around the god, spinning around to create a circle of flames to force him to stop, the Fire Spin in place. It wouldn't be a barrier to some Kyurem's size, but it would give him a serious hot foot]

Badr! When you see an opening, take it and turn back, but there's a pokemon right on him so take care!

[The Dragonite took in a deep breath, zooming up in the air before dropping down in a blur of light the Dragon rushing to attack the god right in the back]

Yeah? Well, come and get us first, then!

[Is it morally bad to actively dislike a god? Feliks sure does, with his ears ringing from that Hyper Voice attack and anger setting into his chest at the sheer senselessness of the god's vengeance. He's going to have to contemplate the that while slightly less in mortal danger, sometime.]

[He tugs on the reins of the Rapidash when the god turns in their direction, slowing to a halt. Jadwiga, thinking fast, hops off the Rapidash's back and uses Double Team on herself, in the hope that she'll be able to get a surprise attack in later if the god loses track of her real location. It's good, Feliks thinks, if she hangs back from the front lines a bit. But in a way, it's good if it's chasing them, right? After all...]

If that doesn't hold it, try and keep it mad enough to follow us and move away from the residential district! We can give people more time to get out that way!

[He takes a deep breath, staring up (and up and up) at the enormous dragon for a heart-stopping moment. It was bad enough to see the devastation unleashed on Glacier, but now, here, in Union, seeing his home set to ruin, his people in danger, and knowing worst of all that they won't be satisfied to stop at just Union...]

[His hand clenches around the grip of his saber. As he breathes in, he prepares to attack, gathers up his fury, his determination, his fire...]

[And without his even realizing it, a light starts to gather around him, faint and diffuse at first, then brighter and brighter until it's difficult for a moment to even look at him. He feels it like a rush in his veins, like the crashing of a great wave, like the steady flame of his own heart bursting suddenly into a wildfire, bright and great and terrible. He feels himself nearly lifted out of the saddle by sheer power of it, feels his heart racing with the thrill of knowing that it's his, that it's something that was always sleeping inside him, waiting...]

[Waiting for his reason. For something to protect.]

[He won't lose Fai again. He won't lose Union, and even more than that, he won't lose what Union stands for -- the mercy of the gods, the courage of a girl who gave herself to buy the undeserving a second chance. He won't give those up, not while he still breathes, not while his fire still burns in this world.]

[As the light scatters away, a newly Mega Evolved Feliks raises a hand towards the barrier Sinbad and his Pokemon started, and lets that fire pour out into it, a great Inferno adding to the flames already there, lifting them higher and hotter and fiercer into the night.]

Lyrium! Varterral! Get out of the way!

[Merrill calls out to her Pokemon as the god begins to rampage, warning them of Kyurem's impending attack. The Rock types are slow, so they do get clipped and sent rolling, but they manage to survive the assault. It looks like the great beast is finally headed for her position further back, so it's time for Merrill to work some magic of her own.]

Shackling Hex!

[Holding her staff aloft, Merrill's tattoos begin to glow with a pinkish light as she summons up the spirits of nature itself to impede Kyurem's progress. Tendrils of Fairy energy erupt from the ground, weaving a sparkling web around the god in an attempt to give the others the time they need to strike it down.]

(ooc: Shackling Hex is a Fairy-type spell. It lowers the target's speed and accuracy by 50% and prevents it from inflicting critical hits.)

Edited 2016-01-25 04:37 (UTC)

[The building covers the worst of the damage to Yuuna, and the Tyranitar again resists the attack. Thumping his chest in a "come at me bro" manner, he stamp his foot and gets ready to do...something.]

Gouken, Turnip! Your turn!

[She has to breathe a little, that shot took a lot out of her. But...that's alright, because the two Fighting types bound forward at top speed, leaping into the air thanks to the blessings and coming down hard against the side of the god. The duo both use Close Combat, hoping to shatter it's icy hide with the most powerful fighting type moves they can learn.]

[The dragon continues to retaliate in an Outrage, barely noticing the pecking at its forehead as it moves to swat at the Swablu irritating it. It seems to step through the Fire Spin, flames licking at the tough hide but not seeming to slow it down. One moment of victory seems to fall to the party, as it roars again in pain, a large mark across one of its wings as a burn sears across it due to the Inferno.

Merrill's attack seems somewhat effective- it isn't smashing through buildings as quickly as it was before, and the Close Combat attacks make the dragon hesitate for a moment, something to be said of a force this terrifying.]

Pests! Such futile efforts, but no matter, I will put you in your place- buried deep under the rubble of the city you have so fruitlessly built!

[Stomping forward, it slowly closes the gap between the humans and their pokémon and itself, slamming its body into another building to create its own Rock Slide to attempt to bury as many as it can under the crumbling foundation.]

Bluuuu!

[ So yells the tiny bird in Disarming Voice as it is forcefully removed from the dragon's head, painfully bounced aside as the Outrage continues. His wings flail furiously as he tries to gain a bit of height, only to be scooped up - albeit awkwardly - moments later.

Gritting her teeth a moment, Gwendolyn directs the winds to carry her higher, dark eyes glaring at the dragon - do not think she does not see your actions here, and her leap barely got her free of the building before the dragon's bulk began smashing against it. ]

Return to Myris, Muninn! [there's a warble of dismay at the order, but after a resolute glare, the tiny bird retreats from the field]

[Rock Slide or no, destruction or no, this has to end before Union does. Before they can move on to another city. Mindful not to jostle her broken arm as best she can, right hand hefts up her spear. Adjusting her grip, Gwendolyn takes a deep breath, summoning the winds around it. Buoyed by the blessings of the Lightning Gods, her windblessed abilities direct them firmly, until a fierce Gust adds its cuts to the blade's edge as it tears the air around her in pale green and white streaks of cloud.]

May the Howling Gale lend my spear wings and grant it talons to strike you down!

[ And then she throws it, ignoring the roar of pain lancing down her opposite side as she puts all her strength into the throw. The spear is launched like a javelin, aimed directly for the dragon's face -- an eye for an eye, Kyurem. ]

Edited 2016-01-26 03:56 (UTC)

Pests?! [ Sanger pushed through the Rock Slide the way only a Fighting/Steel type can. It still hurt, because it was an attack from a god, but not nearly enough to put him down. ]

Nay, it is the one who invades our homes on the pretext of a righteous crusade that is the pest! [ Sanger boosts straight through the rockslide, Colossal Blade extended to its full length. ]

CHESTO!

[ There's no need for fancy names or special strikes this time. Just take this huge damn sword and slam it into the dragon god's leg edge-first. That always seems to work. Doubly so if its a Steel type strike into an Ice type. ]

[Huzar is in the air, and Jadwiga is keeping her distance, waiting for a good opening -- they both manage to evade the Rock Slide quite easily. Feliks and Mieszko, though...]

[The Rapidash gets knocked off his feet by a large chunk of building and slides quite a ways before he comes to a stop; really, the only good luck is that Feliks gets thrown completely clear of him by the force of the blow, and doesn't end up with a Rapidash crushing him. Huzar the Dragonair cries out in alarm and fury, throwing herself at Kyurem with a Dragon Rush attack.]

{Leave him alone! Leave them all alone, you monster!}

[Feliks is anything but down for the count, though. He drags himself to his feet, bleeding and bruised, but seeming if anything sharper than ever. He picks up his sword from the ground, and grasps it firmly in hand.]

You think that's gonna keep us down?

[Gathering bright, sparkling energy around him, he runs up the incline of a fallen wall, straight at Kyurem, to attack it up close and personal. When Feliks Plays Rough, he doesn't hold back.]

[Being less hardy than the likes of Sanger, and having a fire-type in his arms, Sinbad took to the skies to avoid the falling rocks as Badr swoops in to grab the Growlithe, not even waiting for the command for to do so.

His Ring wouldn't be useful against the rocks or the attack the god's putting out, but he can do something - he remember his ability had a harder time catching hold given Kyurem's ice-type, but it had slow him long enough in Glacier]

Feliks - get back as soon as you can, everyone else, don't get within Melee range, or you might get caught in my special ability.

Futile? Hardly! That burn alone proves you are not all powerful. You've been driven back once before. And that's with only two gods, and less people - did really you think your odds would be better now?

[With that, he drops down to land on top of the god, sword unsheathed and striking down to stab - the real intention is not to cut, but to secure a contact point as the air around him chills, flowing through him, slowing the molecules in and around the god to Freeze him in place. He knew his taunt as well as being on him would make him a prime target, but if he can slow him down, and more importantly draw his attention away from the heavy hitters]

Edited 2016-01-26 19:48 (UTC)

Gooooooooooooooo!

[The unmistakable cry of Merrill's Goodra rings out throughout the area as it flings itself on top of her, taking the brunt of Kyurem's attack and shielding its trainer. She rises moments later, still damaged and bleeding but not in nearly as bad a shape as she'd have been without his help, and places a hand on her trusted partner's shoulder.]

Drippy... ma serannas. It's time to strike back.

[Nodding at Merrill, Drippy summons up his remaining strength to launch a Dragon Pulse attack at Kyurem. As for Merrill, she once again begins to weave a spell, channeling her peoples' mysterious connection to nature to use Wrath of the Elvhen. This time, the tendrils of Fairy energy whip out at Kyurem directly, dealing damage and feeding that energy right back to Merrill.]

(ooc: Wrath of the Elvhen is a high powered Fairy type attack that restores half of the damage it deals as HP to Merrill.)

[Stone falls, but that's hardly enough to truly bury Yuuna and her gang for long. The trio pulverizes or bats aside everything falling on it with practiced precision as they surge forward to avoid the worst of it. Getting clear, the martial artist lets out a shout of challenge.]

Try it, Scaly!

[And then she leaps straight up a half-dozen stories, fist first, aiming a Sky Uppercut directly on the god's lower jaw. And as Sinbad's attack comes in, she fires off a second Focus Blast into Kyurem's neck, propelling herself away from Sinbad's attack and...into a ruined building with a crash. The movement is aided by the blessings and her own Magnet Rise, so she's got some protection but still? THAT...sounded like it hurt.]

Grooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrr!!!!!!!!!!!!

[The onslaught of attacks finally seem to be slowing the dragon down even more, roaring in pain as it thrashes from side to side. The spear aimed at its eye doesn't hit its mark, but it does bury itself into the side of its head, finding a soft spot around its eye to inflict damage. Attack from the other pokémon rain down onto the god, snarling as it feels its own life energy sucked away and restored back to Merrill.

Not only that, but it serves as a great distraction for Yuuna's uppercut, head jerking back with the added explosion from the Focus Blast. Sanger's blade cuts deep, and Feliks certainly isn't joking around, the brunt of the attacks causing great pain. a Hail starts to fall, storm clouds forming above until ice rains from the sky on top of the party.

There's a pinprick on its back, that irritates the god. It ignores the Freeze, and in retaliation to this mosquito on its back, it rolls over. Just as if you'd told a dog to roll over, Kyurem rolls to try to crush Sinbad and anyone who's gotten within melee range of it.]

[ That is definitely an attack. Not quite a Rollout or Body Slam, but perhaps it is unnecessary when you're that size.

Sanger could probably jet right out of the way. He's in relatively good shape, his typing keeping the dragon god's attacks from crippling him, and his minor regeneration ability topping him up. He's built almost entirely for moving really quickly in straight lines, too.

But there's no guarantee that the same is true of his ragtag group of allies, so something more drastic is in order. ]

Come, Aiken! [ The Growlithe bounds to Sanger's side, eager to no longer be kept from battle. He's not nearly prepared for battle alone yet in Sanger's eyes, but he can still help with something. ]

Roar, Colossal Blade! Be wreathed in flames and strike down evil! [ And on command, the Growlithe hops onto the base of the giant sword, Sanger straining to control the weight of the combined duo. A Flame Wheel coats both canine Pokemon and sword in fire, and a leap from Sanger brings them right into Kyurem's path, blade-first. ]

Flame Emperor Strike!

[ Okay, so it's not quite making Kyurem step on a Lego, but rolling onto a flaming sword, even if it is a needle in comparison to its sheer size can't be fun. ]

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