The pokemon take a moment to take in their surroundings, most notably the strange, distant hum of a song - Music loud and women warm, I've been kicked around since I was born - too distant to hear clearly except for a few words. Draco bounces to the sound, apparently hearing it better than everyone else, and sings along even. Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother, you're stayin' alive, stayin' alive! Wheatley tilts a bewildered eye at its teammate, hoping the music won't have any strange effects on him.
Patricia clicks her beak, not caring for the singing, and wraps herself in a flurry of fire before kicking off the hard brick roof, slamming into Wheatley's metal exterior. The flames lash against the metang, burning its otherwise impervious shell, and it twists around to face its attacker head-on, clearly displeased. Patricia bounces from claw to claw, heated up from her fiery attack. Wheatley doesn't hesitate any longer; its eyes glow green, and a shimmering light ripples around itself and Draco, protecting them both from any incoming harm. Draco halts his singing for a second, checking out his new glow - cool.
Euclid tilts his fluffy head at Draco's noise, homing in on his target. Sparking electricity flows from his dark fur and thins out in a wave towards Draco; the cleffa doesn't stop for a second, unworried as the thunder wave's sparks die out on the green protective lights surrounding him. Euclid can't see it, but he senses somehow that his attack failed - damn.
Draco grins, singing louder;
Well, now I get low and I get high
And if I can't get either, I really try
Got the wings of heaven on my shoes
I'm a dancin' man, and I just can't lose
and he drums his tummy with the beat. His grin widens; the drumming hurts, but the energy rushing through him dulls him to the pain, and he just doesn't care at this point. He stops drumming, the energy flowing through him so strong by now that he can't push it any further. Ah, ah, ah, ah, stayin' alive...
Wheatley twists to face its teammate, zoning in on the energy flowing through him. It takes only a few seconds to mimic his boosted powers, and just as quickly Wheatley feels invulnerable, able to tear down the building it's floating on with a single hit. Unfortunately, it has nothing to shield him from Patricia; the torchic inhales, then exhales a flood of scorching flames, toasting the poor metang. Wheatley vrrrp's in pain, blue-metal turning reddish and crispy under the assault. Patricia soon runs out of air and the flames stop, leaving her to face a glaring metang. She twitters in agitation, hoping Wheatley goes down before she gets to feel its wrath.
Eustace glances Draco's way, unsure of his attack options. The thunder wave surely failed, but it would fail again if he tried it. Likewise he didn't work up before... He groans and decides to dark pulse, if for no other reason than that it's something. A dark, rippling wave of energy flows from him, spreading outwards Draco's way - but it's just a few feet off, and ends up hitting the fence surrounding the roof instead. The fence shrivels, melting under the energy as if it were acidic. Euclid frowns, quite sure he missed his target.
Draco grins, bouncing through the air towards Patricia. A bright white glow spreads across him and he smashes into the torchic, knocking Patricia back onto her side; Draco likewise is twirled sideways through the air, but he manages to straighten himself, still grinning. Patricia meanwhile is groaning from the hit as she picks herself up - that'll leave a bruise.
Draco pauses his singing, turning his attention to Wheatley. He erupts into cheerful banter for his teammate - you go Wheatley, you show 'em! Wheatley's eyes flash with a hint of pride; yes, it can show them. It smashes its clawed arms into the roof; energy flows from it downwards and the roof erupts, shaking into life with enormous energy. Patricia is tossed upwards and sideways, simply unable to stay on her feet, and Euclid likewise, though the expression of sheer pain on the torchic's face; she catches herself momentarily only to be thrown aside once more, head banged on the ground, pieces of roof flailing into her. Euclid manages to straighten himself finally; when the roof quiets, Patricia is laying down, breathing heavily. She takes a moment before getting to her feet, completely bruised over and covered in dirt. She breathes in, calming herself, focusing; and then another burst of flames is sent Wheatley's way. Wheatley whirrs in pain, drifting lower to the roof, unable to stay upright under such an attack; when the fire fades the metang thankfully manages to float back to its normal position, glaring Patricia down.
Euclid focuses - he must hit his target now. More dark energy flows from his dark fur, stretching out towards Draco - and this time it hits. It smacks into him quite suddenly, shockingly, and the cleffa yelps, halting his song in utter bewilderment at the pain. He twists to stare at Euclid, made suddenly aware of the deino; damn, that hurt.
- "Feel the city shakin' and everybody breakin'~" +6 atk; shielded by a safeguard (3 more actions).
it's time to jump off. A small part of the fence is burnt off.
