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Battle #03 - Ulster
Topic Started: Jul 16 2008, 07:39 PM (4,431 Views)
Kyori
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Lorelei cursed her luck and the fact that Brighid was out of breath. She started to make her way backwards without taking her eyes off the man charging at her. She still had no weapons and she couldn't stab him with an arrow without getting injured herself. He was coming closer to her now and she was running out of options.

"Brighid," Lorelei could hear the slight tremor in her own voice and tried to mask it, "Use flamethrower on him, aim for his legs if you can. If this attack misses, continue attacking using any attack you can without endangering yourself. If he gets within attacking range of you, retreat."

Biting her lips, she turned to her other option; running towards Azrael's general direction to ask for his help now that he had dispatched his opponent. Sparing Brighid a glance to see that she was following orders, Lorelei sprinted towards Azrael, careful not to block his view of the attacking archer. She tried her best to make eye contact with him in hopes that he would see the silent plea in her eyes for help; she didn't want to wait till she reached him or he noticed her, shouting at him wasn't a very smart thing either as it might draw attention.

Closing her eyes for a brief moment, Lorelei found herself praying to whatever was out there to send her some sort of weapon; she can't rely of outside forces to protect her for long, especially with Brighid tiring fast.
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Stupid Bull... 'Why on god's earth won't it listen to me?' Summer thought to herself. Poochyena had been useless, as had Minun. "Fine." Summer muttered under her breath. "Minun, why don't you use a Shock Wave?" Summer smiled, things were going to get electrical!

Poochyena on the other was going to have to be careful, he was going to have to come into contact with the people to actually make some form of damage viable. Sumer was going to have think carefully, she still had the up side, the enemy didn't know about Skorupi just yet, she was still asleep inside her orb. Summer smiled, she was going to be out soon, but she was going to have to be good.

"Poochyena, use a Dark Pulse!" She ordered, her staff was going to be pretty useless her, she was going to have to leave all the work to her pokemon. Summer eyed Tauros... he was... still eating grass, in the middle of a battle. This wasn't very good, he was now a huge target, she may aswell of drawn a target on the bull's backside, they all could of taken turns in attacking him. If Summer could just get him to reach his Anger Point, he would be useful. 'He doesn't mind his orb now.' Summer thought to herself. 'What about if I try and strike his backside with my staff, that'll send him loopy!' Summer didn't want to try it just yet, for now it was Skorupi's time to shine. Her target was the man with the Crossbow. She slowly put her hand into her satchel and pulled the orb out, tossing it with a flicking of the wrist.

"Skorupi, Poison Jab into Toxic!" She ordered, rather loudly. She wanted to make her opponent fearful, and hopefully with the threat of a life-threatning poisoning, they may back off and cut her some slack, or Summer's personal favorite, they would run away screaming at the sight of the scary Scorpion pokemon, but she knew that that was less then likely, basically her staff was going to have to be used, but how was another question.

She would still have strike Tauros and caused him to get angry, he seems to be a lot more helpful when angry, but not yet, she would have to do things slowly, she didn't want the people catching on.
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Before Summer could quite finish barking out Poochyena's orders, things turned grim for her, to make a rather painful understatement towards the poor girl. Recovering while Summer was thinking and issuing orders, the spearman stood up straighter and swept his blade from left to right, slashing through Summer's shirt and stomach approximately three inches deep.

Her words were cut off short as her lower body bulged slightly as the pressure of internal organs and such was allowed to release itself through the slash in her abdomen, intestines, some split some whole, peaking out at the lot of them. Blood cascaded down her front and onto the ground while she stared down dumbly at herself, quite in shock at the sudden flood of pain and realization that she was probably going to die.

Slowly, the young girl looked up at the young man who had slashed her, eyes wide as he recovered, pulling back for another attack, and focused briefly on the form of the crossbow wielding boy behind him. With a twang, the bolt loaded upon it was released, shooting over his partner's shoulder ans slamming into Summer's forehead.

It buried itself deep, splitting the bone upon impact and drilling through her brain before it stopped on the other side of her skull, just the back end of the bolt sticking out visibly. The force of the so-near ranged attack snapped her head back, and with a significant crack her neck snapped, just loud enough that other combatants could probably hear it as well.

When the spearman's blade into the delicate skin of Summer's neck, she of course didn't know. The sound of her skull smacking the dirt as the man's blade cleaved her head from her shoulders caused even the Tauros to perk up in curiosity.

For only a moment though. After he found that her sightless eyes were looking at him, as if still trying to order him, he ambled on a bit until she was staring into open space and began feeding again.



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A quick search of the ground revealed nothing in the immediate area, but as Brighid released a torrent of flames from her little muzzle, the light caught on the form of a Pokeorb laying much nearer to where the Ponyta had fallen, its duo-tone sides glinting in the grass invitingly. It wasn't in range of the Ponyta's snapping jaws or lashing feet though, so Azrael made for it and picked it up, finding that, unlike how he quite expected it, the surface of the orb was warm.

It was warm, and not from its previous proximity to a human, or from the nearby flames of the Ponyta, but with its own internal warmth. There was a Pokemon within it already; it wasnot the steed's own, and could not be used to return it and get it out of the way easily.

But it was worth tucking away into a pocket or satchel regardless.

Before something could be done about the Ponyta, however, the little Vulpix's squeal of panic had his attention turning towards Lorelei, her Pokemon, and her pursuer.

The man's legs were horribly burned, the cloth of his breeches stripped away to expose half-melted skin and muscle beneath, bits of cloth stuck between the folds still smoldering a little as he ran, and yet still he stumbled onwards. He had been gaining on Lorelei before, but now he was perhaps only holding even as she scrambled backwards through the grass, not quite steadily herself, making for Azrael.

As his gaze fell upon the young man who would serve as her reinforcements, the Lascian stopped, his chest heaving with both pain and exertion, and he leveled a glare as smoldering as his legs upon the young man dual-wielding the swords.

Adrenaline could truly turn a man into a monster.

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When Azrael picked up the pokéorb and found it warm, he nearly dropped it out of surprise – but not quite, although he was just about to stare at it when the squeal caught his attention. He jerked around to look at the source, and his eyes widened. Another man was chasing after the Caledonian archer, and despite his condition, he still managed to continue. That alone was testament to how he would not be stopped until he was killed.

But his legs – this was hardly the time to empathise with an enemy, but the burn was just terrible to look at. The way the skin was burned like that, so horribly disfigured, how there was a person melting right there – and the cloth had partially burned away, and partially fused to his skin, still burning. It was just – how could the man still move? He should be screaming, writhing on the ground in pain and begging for the death Azrael would so willingly give him.

Azrael unthinkingly attached it to his belt, then fixed his grip on the swords. Even if the man wasn’t actually begging for it, Azrael would kill him. This time it would be a bit of mercy, freeing the man from the pain, and it would also be helping to protect another Caledonian soldier; he didn’t see a buckler, but she was at least an ally, so he was obligated to help her. Even if not, he’d help anyway – and he wouldn’t fail again, he’d make sure of it.

He made his way around the ponyta, giving it a wide berth, eyes fixed on the man. The man stopped running, but he was still standing by some twisted miracle. He agreed; whatever force was keeping him moving was the same kind that turned him into a near-monster, one who wouldn’t stop until he was dead. Even dying, one such as that man could be dangerous, and people tended not to die immediately. Azrael could only ensure the man would die, but he would also have to survive until that one moment, if the man pushed himself that far beyond normal human limitations.

The man might have the wild desperation to make up for all of his disadvantages, but Azrael thought that he still should be able to do this. The man wouldn’t be able to use his legs very well, and didn’t have a long enough weapon to compare with Azrael’s swords. Azrael would use one sword to attack, aiming at the usual, unprotected weak spots – although if there was any other easy choice, it wouldn’t be the leg because he didn’t know if the burn would negatively affect the lethality – that should spill much of his blood in as little time as possible. He’d use the length of his sword to ensure the man didn’t get his blade close enough to attack, using his longsword to attack and his shortsword to block any attack that did get through. If the man blocked his strike, he’d use the other sword to attack, as his shortsword would be in range if the dagger was.

His glare was, perhaps, not as fierce as his opponent’s, but he felt he was just as determined.

“Recall the ponyta!” he ordered at the Caledonian archer as he started to run, hoping she knew by default that the pokéorb should be on the rider’s corpse. His words were rushed but should be loud enough for her to hear; he didn’t know how well she’d understand, but she’d get the general idea if she heard the first or last words. Maybe.

He saw the arrow sticking out of the woman’s shoulder, but paid it little heed for now; she should still be able to do the task he set for her, without aggravating her wound too much. He thought he recognised her, but the name didn’t instantly come to mind.

That was good – knowing who she was might cause too much distraction, but he still couldn’t help but wonder…
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'This is great, first of all I'm abandoned by my parents, and now Baroness Adair decides to send me to my doom, that's all that I need now isn't it.' Stefan grimaced. The idea of fighting in the war, was to be totally honest a suckish one, how can someone who fights hand to hand combat able to go against someone with a Bow or a staff?

Stefan knew one thing. He was all alone here, and he only had one pokemon to aide him. He would need to gain more, even if it meant taking a Pokemon from a dead person, which even he didn't really want to do. What was even worse was, he had no idea what said pokemon in his Pokeorb was. Stefan was contemplating too much, he really had to be on his guard now, he had to see what pokemon he had, and then continue on, and fight. 'I suppose this is helping to defeat that Lascian scum!' He thought to himself, as he clenched his fists, he managed here to admire his enchanted gloves. 'These will come in handy.' He thought to himself. 'It'll stop the blood from getting upon my beautiful hands and knuckles.' Weirdly, Stefan started cackling to himself in his head.

Anyhoo, Stefan tossed his orb infront of himself, revealing a funny little electric type. "Huh, and Elekid?" Stefan wasn't too sure about this pokemon, just as this pokemon wasn't too sure about her keeper. "I shall call you Despair, as that is what you are going to be cause lots of people." Stefan's eyes immediatly thinned, Elekid copied. It seemed that this Elekid and the Keeper were on the same page, this was an immediate bond, which was very unlikely to be broken.

"You ready to battle some Lascian scum?" He murrmured, sounding as gruff as he could be. Since his betrayal he has hated all Lascians, and even his history wasn't going to stop him from fighting. For now he was a fully fledged vassal, Paige Stefan Morton!!

"We must be on guard here." Stefan began to continue walking. "If anyone appears, make sure they get a taste of your Thunderbolt or Shock Wave, Ok?" He asked, he didn't want to die on the first step to the rest of his life, he was too determined for that, plus. He wanted money, pokemon and to see Lascia fall in flames, and he wanted to make sure that he was a part of history. Rather sickening if you think about it carefully really? Is it not?

'Pokemon, Money, items, Experience and loyalty, I want it all. Be prepared Lascia, one of your former residents is comin' to get you.' Stefan grinned, like he was possessed, he eyes shone with such determination!!!
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[There's a reference to the new Pokemon in there... because I hate not having some sort of 'back' story to go with it. But it won't interfere with anything here... and I'll sort out the full story later.

And I hate to be a bug Lex... but can I get that Orlando Exp like we discussed? *eyes of innocence here* I swear to god we'll figure out a better system ;.;]

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Victoria was stuck. She knew she was no match for these men, especially if any of them ever hoped to be built like this brute she just faced off with, but she wanted to help the man who just saved her hide. She had no idea what she was going to do, not one bit...

However, her plans had to come fast. Her eyes went over to Thibaut, who, by this time, was trying to dive around the battle between Lysander and Boris, and make his way over to his Keeper. She had a PokeOrb, she was his safety net.

But, as their eyes met, it seemed that something must have gotten to them throughout this battle, and Thibaut nodded, stopping in his movements a moment, trying to keep his distance from the other Pokemon. Now that there was no Lickitung, he felt much safer, but he did not want to take all that much hurt. He was not entirely sure how Victoria would have been able to get him out of the rut if he tried to skirmish with them.

But it seemed most of these Pokemon were distracted with their own issues. However, if there was a chance that one of them would attack, and he would not put it past any of them, they seemed rather dangerous, he would have to act fast, with a Bullet Seed to see if they would back off, and if they did not, he would have to Double Kick them. However, while he had the chance, he tried to start up a Sunny Day, and saved the rest of his strategy for when he needed it.

Though they had been through so much, it seemed Victoria and Thibaut grew some form of small bond... Though who knew how long it would last.

Probably not for long.

Victoria glanced over at the event transpiring with the Ponyta and the other girl. She let out a discontented noise. Was that girl... just sitting there? She had to do something, she would be trampled if any other riders got to seeing their dilemma! And this girl, though had her ups and downs, was a nothing in appearance. It seemed she could take care of herself, but Victoria would never live it down if she found the girl trampled on, or ended up getting killed because no one would pick her up and dust her off!

"OI!" she called out, "Get up! You'll get yourself killed if you don't do something!"

Not that she should talk... but what could she do? All she had going for her right now was an exhausted Water Type and a Grass Type who was halfway across a field. Snorting angrily, she tried to sort through her stuff, trying to find her healing items, in case the other girl's Pokemon needed help...

But what she found was not a Potion... but another PokeOrb.

"... Wha?"

No time to figure it out now! She glanced upwards at the battle ahead of her, keeping a watchful eye on Thibaut, in case he needed her help. She was not going to let that poor Pokemon die. But choices were choices, and she had to make them, right?

She pulled out Thibaut's PokeOrb too, in case she had to pull him back last minute. That Houndour was a mean Pokemon, and she by no means was going to let Thibaut get mauled by him. It was time to take action, even if she did just happen to accidentally stumble upon the battle...

She had no choice in the matter, after all.

No more of that. After a few more moments of thought, she started to run again, towards the girl. She wanted to make sure there was enough distance between herself and the two men battling, but at the same time be halfway between the girl and Thibaut, or at least close enough to recall her own Pokemon and not die from a big brute sword cleave. That would put her in a rut if something were to happen to the man who just saved her skin, but she would have to deal with it if the time came. She still had her Wingull, after all...

And whatever thing was in her bag. Hopefully it would help, but she would not use it until later.

She clenched Thibaut's PokeOrb tightly as she ran, trying to find the halfway point so she could watch once more. Then she would try to make another move, hopefully to help someone this time.
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The enemy archer's legs were horribly burnt, the flesh and cloth all melted together that for a few seconds of morbid fascination, Lorelei couldn't help but compare it to the way a candle might melt. The man's legs did resemble a melted candle in a way had it not been that blood was running down the charred and melted skin in rivets. Perhaps Lorelei should have felt some sort of remorse for causing the still advancing archer so much pain, but that part of her was locked away now, and she looked on apathetically; had the pain in her shoulder not been so prominent and had the archer died, perhaps she would have sympathized somewhat.

The archer was still advancing, dagger in hand, although now, the severe wound to his legs had slowed him down enough that he was no longer gaining on her. Even as she continued to stumble backwards, Azrael advanced past her to engage the archer and Lorelei let out a sigh of relief. "Brighid, come to me!" calling Brighid back to her side, Lorelei continued to move away from the fight.

The sounds of struggle from the fallen ponyta was more than enough for Lorelei to give it a wide berth; being the indirect cause of it's pain, Lorelei was certain it was less than happy with her. Even now, it's eyes, half-crazed with pain, were settle on her in an obvious hatred. Lorelei let herself stop for a moment when suddenly she heard Azrael's order, "Recall the Ponyta."

Lorelei pivoted on the spot before spotting the fallen form of the ponyta's rider. She hurried over to the corpse and started searching through the man's clothes and pockets as well as any bags he may have on him. She knew she was looking for a pokeorb that was cold but finding something else along the way would definately be useful; provided of course that Azrael didn't see.

If and when she found the ponyta's pokeorb, Lorelei would stop in her search to recall it before continuing to try finding something useful. If she found anything that may be of use to her, Lorelei knew she had to pocket it or tuck it into her satchel before Azrael was finished with his opponent and focused his attention on her instead. Even as she searched through the man's body, Lorelei found to her own surprise that she barely felt any disgust at all, she was completely focused on her task; dead body or not, she would finish it.
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This was so exhilarating! Thought the big bear man, long had his mind left his body leaving Boris nothing more than a large killing machine. The tiny man that interfered in Boris’ path was a fool, a fool whom soon found out what kind of wrath a rampaging bear could do. His first slash, an upward diagonal cut, had proven to be a very damaging blow, mostly because of the fact that he held much more power behind the sword. Boris’ claymore was an extension of his own arm and bloodlust. Feeling the sword rip past this man’s armor and penetrating his skin and muscle to the very bone caused the big bear man to roar in victory.

Such pleasure in creating pain for others thrilled Boris more than he would have ever imagined. This thrill in combination with gravity, as well as his raw inhuman strength sent his claymore plummeting downward to the man which stood in his way. Alas poor Boris didn’t feel anymore blood being spilt, he didn’t feel anymore bones being broken, all he could feel was the clanging of that man’s small tiny toothpick he called a sword. Luckily for him though he was able to jump backwards out of the way forcing Boris’ claymore to sink into the soil.

NO! How could this man have escaped Boris’ power, his strength? Luck, that is how. It was luck that Boris wouldn’t allow to happen anymore. Gripping his giant claymore tightly in both hands the bearman pulled with all of his strength to free the weapon from the soil which held it. Currently he was in the position to end this battle with the man, but he knew one thing…he had yet to send out his pokemon. Yes, now that this fool who had dared to interfere with Boris was weaponless, broken, and defenseless save for his pokemon.

Boris knew he would have to either kill the man before he summons out his creature, hope for Cerberus to come assist him, or defend against this man’s pokemon with the best of his ability. Another war cry could be heard resonating from Boris’ large mouth as he rushed forward on at the man. If he could get there before he calls out his pokemon Boris would stab his claymore through the man’s chest before decapitating him, or if he called out his pokemon he would defend against any attack using his claymore’s mystical enchantment.

Meanwhile in the back of Boris’ mind he couldn’t see his pokemon, but a strong feeling as if a father would feel to their children began to wrack at his brain. He knew he had to finish this man off now so he could leave the battle and care for his pokemon. Each one of them had been injured, exhausted, and were on the brink of death and Boris needed to apply medical aid to them now.
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Stefan hadn't far to go once he passed the back of the battle lines. Enemy Lascians had advanced just as the allied Caledonians had, and the battle lines were as broken as they could be and still be called lines, if only by a technicality. There was as great a clashing of familiar colors and symbols with the unfamiliar as there was crests of the families of Caledonia's Lords and Ladies.

With a great yell, a large man with a broadsword swept his blade through the body of a young woman wielding a bow, jst lifting it to fire at him, cleaving her neatly in two and sending her severed top half slamming into Stefan's side, not knocking him over but setting him terribly off-balance for a brief moment.

He stumbled over his Pokemon, setting it off balance a bit himself, poor Despair, both managing to right themselves as the big man turned his attention towards them, his next target. A young man and his barely-out-of-the-egg Pokemon, it looked like. A feral grin crossed his face as the Elekid began to charge, electricity sparking between the prongs on his head, but the man stood his ground, a knowing gleam in his eye.

Being as small as he was, and young, it took more than an instant to charge the sort of electricity necessary for so powerful an attack, and the man clearly had something in mind, he jammed his sword into the dirt, a good two or three inches so that the huge piece of metal stood erect, and kept his hands on it, waiting. A second or two later, the Elekid's attack fired off, arching towards the blade. That same instant, the man stepped backwards, releasing the blade. The target was set, however, and the bolt struck the blade itself square, the electricity traveling down it and into the dirt, dissipating immediately. There was a flash of heat that washed over him, but no worse than a nice sunny day due to the youth of the attacking Pokemon.

Uncaring of the heat, as his leather gloves helped to lower it, he reached out and pulled his blade out again, holding it before him readily in one meaty hand. Stepping out from behind, as if it were the middle of a town plaza on a pleasant day, was the reason he was so familiar with Elekid, its attacks, and the time and power it would take to use them.

As Elekid's chest was heaving for breath, and he seemed more than just a little worn out by the high-cost attack.

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As Lorelei headed out across the field towards the writhing Ponyta's late rider, Azrael faced off with the Lascian soldier.

As his thoughts had dictated, it was hardly a fair match, what with the man injured to the extent that he was, and armed only with a knife. It wasn't even very impressive as knives went, with a blade only a few inches long and straight, not even jagged or some such, something that could catch a hold of his blade and tear it from his hands.

It wasn't long before the man's snarl preceded his attack, and with a savage yell, probably as much to express the considerable pain he must have been feeling as to express his hatred for his enemy, he lurched forward into a run, holding his blade aloft so that it gleamed in the sunlight.

Azrael braced himself for the attack, holding aloft his shortsword across his chest defensively, his longsword up and slightly to the side, for ease of both stabbing and slashing. It was a good thing for him that he had two swords; the man knew death was upon him, and his attack used all of the strength he had, pouring every bit of himself, and the almost insanity-inducing hatred into an attempt to kill this man who would block him from his kill.

Unlike the man Azrael had slain, this one was trained for war, lived to kill, and hated the fact that he was mortal. If he were to die, he would bring this insolent man down with him.

As he neared, but a little before he was in range of the long sword, he leaped, the last strain he could put on his poor injured legs before they would have given out entirely beneath him, and lashed out at the young man. But Azrael defended himself will, with his shortsword moving up to knock the knife, and the man's arm, out of the way while he stepped forward and stabbed with the longsword, impaling him through the stomach despite the leather armor he wore.

It wouldn't have worked unless the gravity of the man's jumping at him had been pulling him down. The man gasped and coughed, a splatter of blood appearing on Azrael's leather chestplate. Not to be out-done, knowing his life was forfeit, the man shakily changed his hold on the knife, slamming it downward on Azrael's shoulder. Its blade skipped off of his pauldron and dug a long furrow into the leather on his arm, but never quite broke through. A strap was cut, however, that held the leather about his upper arm on his left side, and the bit of protection hung more loosely around his arm as the man on his sword went limp.

Gravity claimed him as a friend, and his was enough to jerk the blade from Azrael's hands as he fell to the ground, subsequently driving it deeper into his body, up to the hilt.

Behind Azrael, perhaps 10 meters or so, Lorelei knelt beside the body of the man, rifling through his belongings. There was precious little on his person though. No more Pokeorbs at all were found, warm or cold, nor were there any weapons secreted away beyond a single dagger sticking from his boot, similar to the knife that had been wielded against Azrael. He had the usual complement of rations, a skin of water, and a tinderbox, but nothing more, and certainly nothing of any particular value.

And what was worse, in the time the other two had messed about looking for an orb, the Pokemon had managed to get its feet again, and was glaring at the girl beside its fallen rider.

With a firey snort, it began to charge her, limping but moving quickly regardless.
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There was no pokeorb on the man anywhere and there was nothing useful on his person save perhaps the small dagger attached to his boot. Before Lorelei could check her surroundings however, the angry snort of the injured ponyta brought an abrupt halt to her plans. Looking over her shoulder, Lorelei was greeted with the unwelcomed sight of the injured ponyta charging at her with a slight limp.

Cursing, a small part of her brain noted that she had cursed more in the last few hours than she had in her entire life, Lorelei snatched the dagger from the man's boot and sprung to her feet. Lorelei called out to Brighid while running as fast as she could from the ponyta, "Brighid, used Faint Attack now!"

After calling out the attack, Lorelei changed direction, turning a sharp left in hopes that the ponyta wouldn't be able to follow as well due to it's injuries. Not willing to lose sight of the ponyta, Lorelei was once again forced to run at an awkward angle. A quick glance told her that Azrael had already dispatched his opponent, biting her lip, Lorelei couldn't help but hope for the second time that her cousin would come to her aid.

Holding the knife in front of her defensively, Lorelei continued to move while waiting to see the results of Brighid's attack. The odds of her being able to defeat the pokemon, even though it was injured, with the small dagger was slim to none but it was all she could go for now. Lorelei pursed her lips as she looked out for the smallest sign of a fire attack from the ponyta, her legs running on automatic now and she could feel her muscles tensing, awaiting the incoming threat.
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His armour was already damaged, and quite significantly, in fact - one strap had been torn, and the leather hide had been slashed, leaving an opening where Azrael would be vulnerable if he wasn't careful. He checked it and grimaced; it was only hanging from his arm by a single strap, now. If he removed it, it wouldn't become a distraction at the worst possible moment, but it would leave an opening that any self-respecting fighter would aim for as soon as they saw it.

More troubling was that the sword had been jerked out of his hands - he needed that. He wasn't going to abandon his weapon, especially the one that signified his liege's trust in him. No, most definitely not. Not unless something more pressing came up this very moment.

As it turned out, it did - but he had no way of knowing, truly. The snort was hardly loud enough for him to hear and feel any worry for, and Lorelei wasn't addressing him or calling out to him. Maybe he would have turned around to check if his suspicion was right: Lorelei couldn't find the pokeorb and was intelligent enough to decide she should knock the ponyta out. It was really too bad that he was more focused on his weapon than his cousin, although he didn't yet know for sure that they were related.

He'd roll the body around and tear his sword out, cleaning his blades on the man's clothes if there were any sufficient and clean areas of cloth.

Once he was done, perhaps, he'd have time to look up and know he ought to be doing something against that ponyta.
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’Great, I just join up and I end up looking at en Electabuzz and an idiot with a sword.’ Stefan knew that it was highly impossible that Elekid would be able to do any damage upon this pokemon, and the trainer had obviously trained his Electabuzz from an Elekid. ’I suppose it’s a good job that I didn’t choose Doduo as my starting pokemon.’ Stefan thought to himself. Despair looked at her Keeper, she was still grinning, obviously seeing this Electabuzz as a challenge, something that Stefan didn’t want her to see it this way. “Don’t do it.” Stefan spoke first, gruff as anything. “Dun think you can beat me with that.” Stefan had turned to the man with the sword. “Just because you have a stronger pokemon, doesn’t mean that it can beat my fists.” Stefan clenched his fists, obviously angry at everything.

Despair, being so small still took time to charge her electricity, this was something she would perfect as she got older, hopefully it wouldn’t take too long for her to get used to this, and hopefully she would learn an attack that would be easier to use, like Thundershock. But for now, Stefan was stuck, Despair couldn’t attack the Electabuzz, and the keeper knew how to handle Elekid, so there was no way that he could order Despair to attack the keeper. Stefan needed help, though he was too proud to do so, hopefully one of his comrades in the war would notice the trouble he was in, otherwise, he was basically snookered, and that wasn’t particularly good now was it?

’Someone, please, see me, help me.’ Stefan thought to himself, he would never say it out aloud, mainly due to the fact it would show him as weak, and he never showed weakness to anyone, not even his ‘Grandmother’. Stefan could charge at the man, but it would take one swift sword movement to down him, and he didn’t want that now, really it would be dangerous to him.

“Bebebeeee!” Despair shouted. [This is taken from the Anime, where they seem unable to say their own name] It seemed that Despair was willing to battle, but Stefan couldn’t lose his pokemon now, he kew what pokemon she evolved into, and she could become awesome to him, Electivire was a pokemon that everyone would be afraid of, that is when he evolved her at the correct level, and there was also finding the item that would cause her evolution to occur.

“Fine, we’ll try.” Stefan spoke, clenching his fists. “Ice Punch!” He ordered gruffly, as he did that Despair began to move. Stefan too moved, running towards his enemy. He was watching both the man and his sword, he was going to have to be fast, one wrong swing and he would become a Stefan kebab, and he didn’t want that, not when he had just started out on his journey.

Stefan still seemed to be hoping that someone would be able to come and save him from fighting this bloke alone, he still ran at him, it wasn’t as if his boring life would pass before his eyes if he were to battle alone, it just meant that someone else could take the fall for him. Anyway, Stefan only had the ability to fight hand to hand, so he was at a big disadvantage when it came to fighting someone who had a weapon should as sword which could attack from a distance, well a distance compared to person fighting with is fists and feet.
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Oh dear god.

Never in his life had he experienced something that was so intense. His shoulder mashed and mangled and his blood slowly seeped from the wounds he had received. Clearly, this didn't happen the way he wanted. The misjudgment of the range of his weapon had cost him a great deal enough and if he didn't continue to try to maneuver, it would be the end for him in one swoop.

It..it can't be over. Not now, it's too soon. Mom, I..I haven't even finished the promise I made and already it seems someone is calling me to meet you. It's not my time yet, and I...I...I REFUSE TO SEE YOU BEFORE IT HAPPENS!

The angry voice screamed in his head again and again, thinking about the possible doom he faced. He began to rise up as the sword was being unearthed b the large brute of the man. Though, in his current condition, it wouldn't be too wise to try and engage him. There wasn't enough time to formulate a well thought out plan by this, he would have to use whatever was in his arsenal.

Though, there was still one who could be used, and would be able to end all of this rather quickly.

Schneider.

Instantly, as he began backing up, trying to gain some distance between himself and Boris, he shouted till the top of his lungs, hoping his Pokemon would hear everything.

"Schneider, I want you to listen! I need you to get as close as you can. If the path between me and this man, I want you to do a flamethrower. Then quickly, a Smokescreen to obscure his vision but keep your eyes on me, so we may attempt to move away from him. If he attempts to follow us, use flame thrower and burn the grass behind us. Spray it in a horizontal fashion so it makes it hard to pursue.

He continue backing up away from Boris. If the plan worked, he would attempt to move around the smokescreen without going through it, and run from the right of the man, with Schneider following close by, attempting to run as fast and as far as he could from him and the battle. If it wasn't successful, well he would have to hope he could just run away from Boris in the same direction.

Though, another thing that was on his mind, was to find a healer as soon as possible. With this being a battle, there were hopefully some around.
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[Yes yes, like 5 weeks now, Luci sux]

A disconcerted sigh rippled out of the Cubone's mouth, from beneath his marrow skull, as he saw Lucianna's weak form, accompanied by the horse questioning her state. The natural answer involved him saying "No, she freaking well isn't, obviously." but he rejected that response, far too conscious of how the broken Ponyta's body, and his possessor's skills, were practically vital to their survival. He began working on his retort, too, when the girl whom they'd had to assume as an ally spoke. It would've taken him a few seconds to construct something to say to the Gastly, since he was still very much uncomfortable with the whole sociable chatting thing, but since she was shouting after Lucianna, it provided a great excuse not to bother.

Luci herself, however, pretty much ignored the girl. Her muscles all continued to protest in what could most accurately be described as petrification. Her brain was still operational, though at a Slowpoke's pace, and she remained, in a mix of instinct and conscious concern, aware of the need to return her Pokemon and get to safety. Her vision, equally, remained swirled with a mixture of tears, sweat, rain and mud, probably also featuring debuts of light and heat abuse. She knew the ghost Pokemon was there; she could hear it speaking, in some Pokemon tone, to someone else... She wasn't sure about it, but she thought that being might be her Cubone. He wasn't yet replying, or so her dysfunctioning ears dictated, and that, having now made the leap into assumption that it was Cubone, concerned her greatly.

As the girl began to worry, with greater intensity, that one of her Pokemon were dead or worse, the other was growing close to her. Acker, it seemed, was playing the overview role of this skirmish inside a battle, with a view of all the different occurrences. It made what he was doing very much more stressful, and some people could've joked that he had 10 years cut off of his life dealing with this. Nonetheless, he did what he had to, and he had soon finished off the last capable fighter on Boris' roster, before leaving the rest of that battle to the fate of the Treecko and two humans... Or so he thought.

The Ponyta-thing, which he kept his sight solely locked on as he ran towards, made no movements. If it had intended to kill his Keeper, surely there would've been some attempt at an attack by now? Yet nothing, which made the humanoid do a double-take. He was suddenly unsure on whether it was really an enemy, or something else... He had watched it die, break its neck severely by the helm of Cubone, and now that he considered that, something really didn't add up. Acker, it seems, didn't know much in the way of Ghost Pokemon. It would be something which became vital to Lysander's survival:

The Hitmonchan gave a brief flicker of his eyes, such that he could acquire a view of all the other happenings around him, having concentrated on the corpse for too long. He saw the two men battling, and most specifically one of them getting owned by the other, his sword useless against the mightier Claymore. Still, the man was fighting to keep that beastly being away from Lucianna and Victoria, the latter he acknowledged as approaching the former, and shouting to her. Of course, he didn't hear the exact words, but judging by her body expression, she wasn't likely to be telling Lucianna that she stunk of rotting Koffing faeces. Do Koffing even have to poop? I mean, sure, they expell a lot of gases, but they must eat, right? Then again, they weigh almost nothing, so mayb- He would help the other guy out briefly, as a thank you for his generous fighting.

Whilst Hitmonchan prepared to launch a Focus Blast at Boris, ensuring his accuracy with a Mind Reader, Lacrima was finally accepting that he would have to talk to the Ponyta. Not that he wasn't resentful about it... Poor little introvert. He looked at the other girl, and briefly at the two men fighting, and found himself again trying to tell the Ponyta that they should get out of here. Of course, the first time had probably been lost in the action of his Ghost “friend's” possession, but it mainly served to remind him why he prefered to keep to himself... It was so much less monotonous.

“You raise a point... She really doesn't look too good... And where's the fun in haunting someone if they're dead? ...No offense. So perhaps we should get out of here, hm? Oh, and do you have a name?” It's not so much that he wanted to know, as he was aware he would need to know, sooner or later. Luci owed him many Rare Candies.
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Despair blinked back at her master, momentarily confused. It wasn't that the attack wasn't easy enough, she knew how to do an icey punch, and she knew what the bad guys were, but...who did he mean? She didn't know if he meant the enemy Pokemon or the enemy human, the big fellow with the sword. Though she had only trained in combat against Pokemon before, Stefan had only told her, so far, to attack the human, so...probably he meant attack the human with Ice Punch?

...well, alright...

With a little combat yell, the Pokemon surged forward, raising one fist high above as shimmery white ice began to crystallize along the surface. At the same time, Stefan darted forward as well, fists raised to fight the other man as he stepped backwards once and raised the sword diagonally across his body in a defensive stance. Before the little electric-type could launch the attack, a powerful arm swung out beside it and slammed against its side, throwing the Pokemon several feet to the left, just behind her master, and stopping her cold. At first, she didn't move, but after a moment she tried to rise, knees wobbling, blood trickling down her mouth.

Both fighters ignored her the temporarily flying Pokemon, and as Stefan jabbed at the man's shoulder, he lashed out with his blade in a sort of arcing stab. The blade didn't pierce Stefan's armor, but it sliced at the leather of his right pauldron and split it open, but didn't damage his shoulder at all. Might bruise a little though.

Stefan's punch landed however, striking the man's shoulder. It was hard muscle he hit though, unarmored, but stiff enough that he didn't hurt him too much. It bothered the man's balance just a bit, and with a snarl he took two quick steps back, leveling the sword between them, before stepping back in with a wide horizontal slash at Stefan's middle.



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His blade was easily enough dislodged, though the man's body had seemed to grow heavier with the stiffness that accompanied death, the very origin of 'dead weight.' With a good kick and a shove he turned over, unfocused eyes staring upwards past Azrael's head into the sky, the blade waggling slightly back and forth with the momentum. A quick yank was all it took to get it out from his stomach, and a steady, though slow, flow of blood followed it. The back of the man's tunic and armor had been cleaner than the rest though, and so Azrael turned him back over to wipe the blood from his blades as best he could.

As he focused on cleaning his blades, an important task in order to minimize rust and general decay, as well as an awful smell later on and gumming up his sheathes, his cousin was having more interesting difficulties with the big Pokemon.

Fortunately for Lorelei, the Ponyta saw her as the greater threat, and he turned slowly to follow her, limping forward as it tried to follow after. With its attention thus diverted, it was a simple task for the little Vulpix to slip through the tall grass, making her way towards the flaming animal. There was hardly any need for the feint, even, with Lorelei providing distraction.

Brighid crept silently around to the side as the Ponyta turned, following Lorelei, slowly beginning to walk towards her. When she was near enough, the little fox let out a cry and leaped forward, head lowered, to slam against the place where the earlier attacks had struck.

The Ponyta screamed in pain and stumbled forward, then lashed out with both hind legs, though it had to hurt awfully, to kick at the attacker. One just cuffed the side of the Vulpix's body, spinning her away into the grass with a little cry of pain followed by worrisome silence. Enraged, mostly with pain, partly with fury, the Ponyta charged after the fallen Pokemon in a limping, jumping gait, intent to kill, forgetting about the little human.



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As his roar thundered across the battlefield, quickly being drowned out by the sounds of combat ranging farther down the road (though it seemed to be coming closer; was Lascia being pushed backwards?), Boris yanked the mighty blade from where the dirt had claimed it and made his advance on Lysander, eyes burning with the need to kill, maim, hack, whatever he could to the opposing young man who, in his desperation to scramble away, neglected to retrieve his sword.

But swords could be bought or reforged, or retrieved later, even, if he was given the chance.

With Boris' obviously threatening approach, Schneider wasted no time with his orders and instead scampered forward and to the side, generally towards his master, then opened his little mouth. The spots on his back flared with flame as the same happened between his jaws, a tongue of fire lashing out between the two combatants.

Boris' mistake, however, was in putting too much trust into his enchanted weapon's sheath. The sword was ensorcelled to protect against another mage's spells, but it would do nothing at all against a Pokemon's attacks. The difference between the two was something that no-one seemed to be able to define well enough to satisfy all groups, but that there was a difference indeed became clear as Boris barreled through the flames. They caught at his spare clothing and armor, sizzling at the sweat on his skin and then actually burning at it. The fur on his clothing was the first thing to catch fire. The flames rippled up his body to attack his face, and it was at that point that he had to stop and at least swipe at them, or risk his eyes being burned into blindness.

Though it wasn't really necessary, Schneider's blanket of dark smoke followed soon after, and Lysander and his little Pokemon began to make their getaway in the direction of the main forces.

Behind Boris, a fair distance beyond, nearer to the undead Ponyta, Acker's fist shot out, a flash of light signaling the beginning of the focus blast. For a long second as Boris staggered about there was nothing, and then another flash as the punch-like blast of energy slammed against his back and knocked him forward to the ground with a heavy thump, knocked clean unconscious from pain and lack of oxygen as the fire burned around him. Unfortunately, from his body, the fire began to spread...

[Boris Mildly Burned]
[Boris Unconscious]
[Lysander's Shortsword Lost]


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[Can't do much guys, you didn't interact much with anything I'm doing, haha.]

The Gastly looked from the Cubone to the cowering human in curiosity, tail flipping back and forth in the wind. After a moment of utter silence, he stamped his hind feet a little bit anxiously, and snorted a bit, accompanied by a little flash of flame from his nose. It wasn't a natural thing for a Ponyta to do; it must have been something of its ghostly-self showing through, or some such.


"I, ah, am really rather looking forward to running a bit of a muck," the dead Pokemon prompted in a sufficiently polite tone, silently suggesting that they make a decision post haste. He didn't pay much attention to the other girl scrambling towards them, nor to the battle going on beyond them, except to watch interestedly as Acker approached, stopped, turned around and attacked again.

At least he was having fun.

Being nice was something of a debilitation, he was rapidly deciding. He was really far too kind for his own good. He gave a horse-y sigh and hung his broken neck lower dejectedly. He'd just have to get up and go if this girl was too brain dead to take the good deed he was offering.
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