Perry Sterling
Rustboro City, the Streets of Rustboro
Affected RPers: Grassy_Aggron, Velocity, NuzlockeLover, Sieses, and NPCs

Waking up this morning, Perry never would have guessed that he would become embroiled in a brawl of Pokémon. But then again, he never had any idea what would follow the post-apocalyptic sunrise. Still, a loose coalition of Pokémon and trainers fighting a sinister gang that was tormenting a young girl, it was like something out of Mad Max. But this wasn't a movie, this was real. And these trainers and Pokémon weren't actors, they were in serious danger. Perry winced as Aura Sphere met Thunderpunch and energy flew all-around. He stayed back with Chloe, waiting for Alex's signal. She knew what she was doing, or at least, she had a better idea than he did, Perry reasoned. No, the best thing for him and his Pokémon to do was to stay out of the way and wait for the signal.

The signal was all that mattered, the fight could go either way, but with a Discharge prepared, they could make a hasty escape. Or at least, Alex and Killer could. Perry struggled to remember, but he couldn't recall telling the others about his Pachirisu's Discharge attack, meaning that they would be just as blind when the time came. Perry was about to warn the others when he bit back the cry. Warning the others could mean that their opponents would be equally prepared for the attack, and then it would only be in naught.

Perry's weighing of options was cut short though when another burst of purple needles erupted from the cobra Pokémon. Perry watched their trajectory briefly and realized that this was no longer a Pokémon Battle, trainers were fair game too. "Chloe, Light Screen! Everybody else, get down!" Perry yelled with more authority than he ever felt before in his life as Chloe leaped off of her perch on his shoulder and summoned a honeycomb patterned wall of yellow energy. Admittedly, Reflect usually would have been preferable to Light Screen for a Poison Sting attack, and the size of the screen, encompassing the entire main group of trainers, would have weakened it considerably. However, Light Screen was far better at weakening ranged attacks such as this variation of Poison Sting and the number of needles should have lowered the individual strength of each one. A few would get through the wall of golden light, sure, but hopefully the trainers would dodge the worst of the blow and passing through the screen would take a lot of the punch out of the missiles.

With a yelp of pain, Perry looked down and saw that one needle had punctured the sleeve of his orange sweatshirt and the soft flesh of his arm. Grimacing, the trainer grabbed the purple projectile and pulled it out of his arm, tossing it aside before sinking to his feet. His Pachirisu quickly approached him and began trying to roll up his sweatshirt in order to examine the wound, but Perry pushed her away. "No, Chloe," he said firmly, "The signal, you have to pay attention to the signal."