((That moment when you realize you've misspelled Ambipom's name for a good two posts.))

Hyperion/Pheobe/Oceanus
Fullmoon Highway
Cloudview Cliff Safehaven

Pheobe, looking at the Machamp, still struggling to get up, officially decided that enough was enough, gritted her teeth, approached before it could cognize its happenings, and put her natural, wooden wand direct to his head-figuring that trying to just cut the jugular would take too long. She closed her eyes, tried hard not to think about what she was doing, and used Psybeam, again.

The Machamp's head, to put it bluntly, exploded like a blood sausage. "AYEIEI!!" That was one down, and Pheobe was trying to clean her face. The appreciation of the Gourgeist was only mildly calming.

Meanwhile, Clara's rollout attack, despite being an attack that came out weak to start and grew over time, was enough to kill the very-weakened Chatot, unable to withstand such force. Needless to say, the result was messy and red. That was two down. The other Chatot looked bitter about that, but did not move to take revenge-it gave Clara the stink eye and flew into the depths of the forest, perhaps thinking itself too weak individually to do so.

Oceanus, meanwhile, stared down the Blaziken. Samurott quickly pumped himself up by, well...It looked quite odd, he was just kind of smashing up the ground. To the more informed, it was a technique known as Shell Smash-but it was rather hard to teach it to Samurott as they didn't have much shell to smash up for the maneuver and it was more of a shift in energy flows. Oceanus knew not why he knew it, but he cared not either-he could feel his muscles bulge as he bruised his skin up, paradoxically, the energy was flowing and his restraint was loosening. The Blaziken's blows hurt more but he did not care enough to do anything other than advance, hacking away with the Seamitars and Razor Shell for every blow delivered, refusing to back off and refusing to let up, perhaps even post-mortem for the poor fowl, and just roaring as loud as his lungs would allow it.

Hyperion was really the only one thinking with a moderately rational head of his three cohorts at this point. He saw the Charmeleon wince as the Pain Split hit home, but refused to back off of his own Flamethrower, sending a torrent of flame at the Gourgeist as an exchange. The Ambipom, meanwhile, flung a knife up to its tails, perhaps intending to take aim at him, and slice him out of the sky? It mattered not, he couldn't spam Hurricanes or any of his other really good attacks, but instead, he pulled a cheap trick. The Ambipom's eyes widened in mild confusion as Hyperion suddenly revealed he was in fact four blokes-except not, merely clones, but clones enough to confuse and scatter as the Ambipom just opted to throw a knife instead at the tangle between the Socilipede and the Linoone, keeping an eye on the four Hyperions-just as he decided to quickly converge upon the Ampibomb, and thus all four clones closed in, a self-reliant flanking Maneuver. The Ambipom braced itself and took a swing at one of the clones with a dagger, while Hyperion himself smirked and wrapped his talon along the knife, disarming the Ampibom and flying away, just as the Ampibom realized exactly what happened.

Hyperion really couldn't use the dagger-his legs weren't suitable for stabbing others with anything other than talons-but better to keep it in his hands than the others, right?

The Charmeleon was about to do something else when he saw the larger Machamp dead on the ground. Seeing this, he stopped the Ambipom right as he was going to do something and said something that none of the trio knew (though to the leader and betas of Cloudview Cliff it was quite clearly an order to beat feet as the fight was going south and the mark wasn't worth their lives). The Ambipom glared at the Samurott in the distance, roaring and slashing wildly, but realized how woefully outmatched they were against the six Pokemon they had to go up against, not counting the two bandits of another clan that were also pretty threatening, and they too departed into the cover of the eastern woods.

Fights never stretched on once an opportunity to go three-on-one was to be had like this. There were places to be and, unbeknownst to these lot, very angry legends to be dealing with at Fractured Heaven's Safehaven.