Lenore Valdis.
Goldenrod City, Johto.
Affected RPers: @XaikuX; everyone else indirectly.
Living to fight - and feel really guilty about it - another day.
Slam! The sound of a fully-armored Scizor Burster ramming the ground inserted itself into the mix of the wild fight around her. No time to watch to see if her plan worked; before the Shadow Ball got even halfway through its intended path, the Deoxys Burster had released his Psychic. Lance had been hit, and hit hard.
<Serves him right,> sniffed Hananiah. For once, Lenore was inclined to agree with the antagonistic Gengar, but she decided that encouraging his bad behavior wasn’t worth it. Instead, she zoomed down to Lance’s side at full speed and opened two of her Pokeballs. Amos, her Nidoking, and Miriam, her Feraligatr appeared in a pulse of white light.
“Can you carry them?” Lenore asked, gesturing toward the unconscious Lance and Scizor. Amos nodded, while Miriam snorted and shook her head, not in rebuke but in a sort of ‘are you kidding me?’ gesture. Amos scooped up the Scizor like it was a rag doll and Miriam followed suit with Lance; both gave Lenore a questioning look. “Take them back toward Alistair and the hospital, but travel inland,” she told her heavy-lifters quickly. The ships were moving away, but not all of the conflict had stopped, and she didn’t want either Lance or her Pokemon getting hurt. “I’ll…” She bit her lip, looked back toward the Deoxys Burster and Gengar to try to gauge their current strength. Had either of them been hit? They were far off and it was hard to tell what was going through such monstrous minds.
<More likely than not, the Burster will back off with the ships. After all, they’ve sent their sick ‘message’...> She was mostly thinking to herself, but she allowed Hananiah to overhear. <But if we attack now, we might be able to drive that Bursting b*stard into the ground. Free the Deoxys.>
<If the Deoxys even wants to be freed,> Hananiah shot back. <Look, now that they’re on the retreat, they’ll be less focused on ground conflicts and able to keep a better eye on their boy, there. Maybe, just maybe there’s a chance we could beat the Burster one on one, but while he’s got a Gengar and probably at least a dozen flight-capable whatever-the-h*lls - those stupid hybrids - and who knows how many guns at his back… Whatever chance we had, we lost, and I think you know it.>
Lenore turned away, disgusted by herself as much as Hananiah. Was she being cowardly? Maybe. But the odds were seriously against her, from a realistic standpoint, in a flat-out fight. If there was a right time to cut their losses, it was now.
“I’ll be behind you two,” she said. She couldn't tell what either of them were thinking; Amos bore his traditional look of impassivity, Miriam seemed to be trying to impersonate him, and neither one knew fully what was going on. Lenore, her chest burning with frustration, followed just a few steps behind.
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