Hyperion/Pheobe/Oceanus
Fullmoon Highway
Cloudview Cliff Safehaven

Pheobe got an oddly calm reassurance for her worries even as the murderous Machamp was approaching-one Pheobe speculated to have been kin to the other-while the Chatot pair took off, readying up for some sort of offensive,, looking positively devious in their glares. They sqwalked something to each other as the Machamp rushed forwards, who was now abandoning the bows altogether and reached for the belt, intending to remove it and unleash its uncontrollable strength, shouting something. ((Translated: half cursing directed at everyone else, and "SHE'S MINE")). <"Gourgeist Azumarill Linoone allies rest bandits"> Pheobe telepathed to her party members as the Machamp approached, and she found herself quite unable to do jack.

It was then the Leech Seed hit from the Gourgeist, and the Machamp, predictably, turned its head backwards. The Chatot caught the motion out of the corner of their eyes, turned around, and in joint unison promptly revealed what they were doing-an attack called Heat Wave. Both of them at the same time superheated air right in front of them, and then flapped with considerable force, dispersing it forewards. The superheated air hurtled towards the Grass type, but had a small distance to travel-but an altogether deadly payload.

Hyperion did not at ALL understand what the Gourgeist asked of him. It was gibberish, like the rest of what he's said. He didn't even bother directly responding, just using the strongest attack he could think of, and flapped his wings hard, concentrating on the spiraling mess of death known as a hurricane. Energy left him-quite a bit of it-but force escaped. This was around the same time the Chatot did likewise, and while neither were very strong, Hyperion's Hurricane won out, entangling the hot, fierce winds back at the attackers, which, combined with the presumed attack from the Gourgeist and the ferocity of the Hurricane itself, sent the Chatot flying backwards, feathers scorched, and forced the Machamp to eat the dark rock beneath. One flew into the forest, hitting the ground, moving no more, while the other managed to recover, the farthest north of all the combatants, behind the Blaziken and Socilipede, where it exchanged some rude words with the dirt it nearly slammed into, still quite exhausted. An easy kill for the duo, if they weren't preoccupied. The Machamp groaned pain, dizzied and stunned.

While this was happening, it became about as blunt as a rock that Oceanus, upon reaching the group, didn't STOP running, instead taking an opportunity-just after the Azumarill freed the Linoone, Oceanus pulled out a Seamitar, shot water from his feet in an Aqua Jet, closed all the distance between him and the Blaziken, attempting to tackle him full-force. That coming from a beefy Samurott such as he couldn't have felt good to anyone, much less in a supereffective matchup like that. "GHRAAAAAAAAH!!!"

Pheobe herself, meanwhile, took a quick look behind her, and as soon as the Machamp was down in the dirt, with Oceanus tangling with the Blaziken and the Linoone dealing with the Socilipede, the only targets left were-oh my, both of them had their backs turned, didn't they?

<"Gourgeist Hyperion Behind You Charmeleon Ampibomb More Bandits"> Pheobe messaged, trying to maintain a semblence of order, and trying to move slightly out of the way of everyone. Pheobe took aim at them with one of her wands, but noticed the Machamp stirring much closer, and instinctively shot out a beam of psionic energy directly into the Machamp. The Machamp groaned in pain, pausing, while Pheobe stepped back from the chaos, trying to be as useful as possible and trying to stay away from as many things that were trying to off her as possible-which was effectively all of them.

Hyperion himself turned around and was relieved that the arrow, this time, had missed by a wider margin, though less than pleased to notice the Charmeleon and the Ampibomb from before. The Ampibomb reached for an arrow in his quiver but found none, and ditched the bow in exchange for daggers; meanwhile, the Charmeleon was armed with a rather fierce looking pair of axes, ridding the air with curses as fire brewed in his mouth, readying some kind of fire attack, presumably flamethrower. "What did I do to deserve this?"