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The Legendary Beast Pack

Needled on all sides by the attacks, the Slaking was having trouble choosing which of the pokemon to target. It made its decision in slamming both fists again down at Frollo, who twisted out of the way, again, just barely, moments before they would have crushed him. Frollo continued his twist, taking advantage of the momentum to swing both swords at the Slaking's fists. The twin blades sunk into the Slaking's hand... and stopped before they could slice their way through the appendage.

Off guard, Frollo attempted to pull the blades free from the fist, but they refused to budge. The Slaking saw this, and gave the closest thing it could to a grin.

It lifted its fist up, and Frollo barely had time to let go before he would have went with it. Even though Frollo was no longer holding onto the blades, they remained in their sharpened state. It was clear that they would probably have to go to something sharper to be removed from the Slaking's body.

That suited Frollo just fine.

Calling on his mental prowess, the Alakazam sent a massive psychokinetic wave at the Slaking's arms. This would take a lot of concentration, but if Frollo could get it right, he could rob the Slaking any use of its arms.

The Slaking again saw that Frollo was in a vulnerable position, and it charged again. Within inches of Frollo, it skidded to a halt, raised a massive fist, and-

Both of its arms slammed to the ground, thanks to a massive psychokinetic push by Frollo. The ape tried to pick its arms back up, but found that they were being forced down by something greater.

Frollo calmly strode over to the Slaking, grabbed the handles of his blades, and switched them over to axes, axes that were strong enough to be pulled out of the Slaking's hand with a great amount of effort. Upon extracting the weapons, he changed them back into swords.

A psychic push toppled the Slaking to the ground. Frollo continued onward, but not before turning to the Arcanine and Absol.

"I leave it to be judged by either of the two of you. We cannot waste any more time, and I believe that such a large monster would be better felled by one of the two of you. Try not to take long in killing it."

With that, he put more psychic energy into his muscles, and ran onward.
 
Both Suzanne and Leo were close to death; they had been brawling for a while now.

Leo lay on the ground unconscious. Suzanne picked him up in her mouth and carried him out of the pit.

The duo eventually ended up in the Viridian Forest. It was there that Leo died of blood loss.

"Goodbye...brother." Tears gathered in her eyes as she examined the pool of blood around her.

She, wanting to be with Leo, Slashed herself in the chest and too died.

((exit post))
 
Paza had to jump back from Slaking's neck to avoid being slashed. He watched the Alakazam, Absol and Arcanine have a discussion. Heh, what's with all the A's? Meh. He ran after the Alakazam into the next swathe of humans. He slashed a few of them, blasted a Tediursa with Pay Day, then jumped over it and slashed at it's back. It moaned in pain and slumped over. Paza frowned...he'd only wanted to wound, not kill! Shrugging it off, he went over to the next swathe of humans, leaving the last lot to roll around in agony as blood poured from their faces, necks and torsos.
 
Once Flyte had been healed, he ran off to help some other pokemon. It was unnerving. He was there, and then gone, and it was hard to see him, the flames and smoke consuming everything in reach...

Smile couldn't concentrate. She was jittery and upset, and the world was all so different. Everything was so sharper, but worse, and... had to find Flyte.

Had to find Flyte. Smile flew quickly through the smoke and ash, ignoring the carnage around her. There was one thing on her mind. Need to find my friend...

There was a typhlosion, breathing fire, so menacing... attacking Flyte!

He was in a corner. Smile was a healer, not a fighter, but she had to help. What moves did she know? Moves... moves! Ancientpower!!! It was super effective against fire.

She summoned huge stones, glowing with power, and rapidly but accurately sent them towards the typhlosion. It would take a lot to dodge that, but still possible.

Smile was energized now, the powers giving her a boost. She used metronome on instinct, concentrating on water, sending a brine of water towards the enemy. Flyte would be safe soon, but now that fact was far from her mind.
 
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The Typhlosian laughed as it's claws glowed red-hot and flames exploded around them. Flyte was frozen in terror, pain radiating from his paw, as the flaming arm was hurtled toward him by the Typhlosian. Suddenly huge glowing rocks slammed into the Typhlosian's back, shattering upon impact.

The Typhlosian grunted in pain and swung around, just in time to be slammed in the face with a torrential blast of saltwater that threw the Typhlosian backwards. Flyte barely had enough time to leap out of the way before the Typhlosian slammed into the wall hard, fire doused by the water, bricks splintered by the Typhlosian's massive weight.

It groaned and rose to its feet, eyes flashing red with pain and fury, looking at whatever had attacked him. It was Smile! Flyte looked at his friend in relief before turning back to the Typhlosian. The battle wasn't over yet.

Flyte felt tears well up in his eyes, blurring his vision slightly. Why did they have to fight so much? Why couldn't everyone just get along?! He sniffled and wiped the tears away with his injured paw, ignoring the pain.

Now wasn't the time to get a woe-is-me attitude, not if he wanted to live through this. Flyte focused on all the pain and injuries and death in the room, pulling in all of this negative energy, forming hundreds of thousands of blood-red, glowing cards in the air. That wasn't enough for him though, he had to make sure the Typhlosian stayed down. He focused all of his own energy into the attack as well, not holding any back.

As the Typhlosian leaped towards Smile, roaring, flames flickering in it's jaws as it prepared to unleash a flamethrower, Flyte blasted all of the cards in a massive Trump Card attack at the beast.

The razor sharp cards sliced deep into the Typhlosian's skin and it was hammered into the opposing wall under a rain of deadly trump cards. The air was filled with the swish-slice-shztz sound of the cards slicing through the smoke, the fire, the Typhlosian's skin, the bricks of the walls.

Finally the attack ended, and Flyte swayed on his paws, vision flickering, feeling light-headed and hearing a buzzing sound. He saw the Typhlosian, a bloody mess, lying motionless against the wall. Was it defeated? He didn't know. Was it...dead? He didn't know. He tried to step forward and say something, but his legs wouldn't move and his mouth wouldn't speak.

He couldn't feel any part of his body, but he saw the ground suddenly rushing towards him and tried to catch himself but couldn't. He hit the concrete and his breathing echoed loudly in his ears, everything else strangely muted. His vision flickered again and then began to fade, everything growing dimmer. Finally, everything became black and all of the sounds faded completely, and he fell unconscious.
 
Smile stared in shock for a few seconds at the damage the attack had done. It had knocked the typhlosion to the wall... he got back up, and started using flamethrower. Smile prepared herself, she could take it. The stones, she was faster and stronger now. But it had been interrupted, Flyte, he used trump card. He was hurt!

Flyte, he was hurt. Had to help. The togetic flew right over quickly, using wish once more. She had done it twice, maybe more now. Would work again.

She could keep wishing, yes. Her wish would come true, eventually. Just had to protect him until it kicked in.

Protect! She knew that too. But that took so much energy, would it be better to just manually shield him?

The pokemon, approaching, were they? The fires, so much to protect him from. It would just be easier, wouldn't it...

But she was so tired herself. Smile hadn't slept for a long while. The hours of metronome she had done before, plus all the other things... they were beginning to add up. Was it wrong to use it for herself? If she wished for herself, then she would have enough energy to use protect later.

Smile used wish once more, for herself. Why, exactly, she couldn't tell. She was still so tired...
 
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Allum paced towards Flyte and Smile, limping slightly from a sprained ankle. When he was almost a metre away he saw Flyte collapse and Smile use wish
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"Are you two okay over here?" He moved over to Flyte and his body rippled as the tufts of fur on his body changed into leaves. He placed his tail against the body of the collapsed Eevee and the tips of the leaves on his body glowed bright green. Energy from Aromatherapy flowed from his body and into Flyte. The alteration in his DNA did help sometimes, despite most of his weaknesses he still knew some moves that he shouldn’t. After a minute he stopped the flow and stepped back. The leaves on his body glowed again, this time for Synthesis. He felt the sprained ankle right itself and he tested it experimentally, still a bit stiff but he could walk on it. Synthesis would've done better at the height of day outside. He let out a sigh,

"I wouldn't go down into the pits unless I had to. Not a very smart move to leave yourself open to an attack from behind." He moved the leaves on his body and a pleasant sound rippled out.

'Grasswhistle in its most basic form, enough to calm raging Pokémon. An invaluable asset against any Pokémon that fights with anger.' He thought about that for a second before turning to Smile.

"Hey, are you okay? You helped me out against that Persian; I can at least help you now." The Grasswhistle continued and he felt numbed to the most of the scene around him.
 
As he watched his new owners, the people to whom he had sworn his life to, rapidly disappearing from sight, he reached up a slightly crumpled hand and waved them goodbye. His efforts to keep a cheerful face failing as he watched the two charming children and their compassionate father vanish from sight, the warmth of the love between them shining out to him like a beacon, warm and inviting, reminding him of just how cold and empty he felt inside. Would he ever have a warm hand to hold? Someone to wrap their arms around his neck and hold him to their body? Once again - he felt himself growing painfully envious of the doll now watching over the lives of those he held dear. On some level, he hoped that it appreciated what a great gift it had been given.

Unable to watch them as they finally disappeared completely from sight, Mandalus turned to face the others who "owned" him, Dominic and the other puppet. Who seemed also to be waiting for this Hoss character to show up. It would be wrong of him to abandon them, especially considering what terrible things were happing over by the gym, not very far away at all. Even from here, he could feel terrible emotions emanating from that building. Emotions that invoked painful memories from his time as the "Tiebreaker" fighting for the entertainment of his former owners. The humans who had first tasked him with draining away the emotions from other pokemon, and then rewarded him by condemning him to remain bound to this body until it was cursed no longer. A potentially endless life blighted by constant pain, which alas, was the source of his twisted power.

Pain was definitely what he was feeling now. It bled across the void, crying out to him from the direction of that abominable building. His heart already aching from the experience of having removed himself so quickly from the comforting sweetness of a child's love. He wanted the pain to end, he wanted to stop others from feeling pain, so that he would no longer be tormented by theirs. To bring an end to their suffering he would do anything. Anything, with the exception of violence. In all his years as a fighter in the pits, he'd always hated fighting, and if a draw was impossible, often he'd go so far as to let himself lose. With disastrous consequences for his body. The only times he'd ever killed had each been horrible experiences he would never forget. It would never come naturally to him.

"I wish they would stop fighting..."

He groaned, reaching up and placing a hand on his head, images of burning bodies and bloody corpses forcing themselves unwelcome into his mind. Seeking him out like a magnet for misery. Even worse, he was starting to get a fearful premonition, pokemon from the pits escaping filled with rage and bloodlust, storming forth from the now unsealed door and rampaging across the land. His features creasing with concern, his body shuddered violently, his frail form struggling to hold itself together.

"I hope this atrocity ends soon..."
 
Basaina had watched Frollo fight the Slaking, pushing it around with an effortless ease that she envied. To have such powers at her command... but that didn't matter. She was strong enough to suit herself, with the fire burning at her will, and always strong enough to destroy what she needed to. Shaking herself, she didn't interfere until Frollo plainly asked for her to end its miserable existence. She was more than happy to comply.

Is this what you've become? Were you never a child? Did you intend to grow up and become a foul butcher of lives?

She hesitated, paw lifted and preparing to step forward and unleash all that fire. What... that voice. That Absol mother who had foolishly fought until she had killed her, too irritated by her persistence to bother enjoying it more. Yes, that had been why she had ended their lives quickly. Not out of mercy. That was ridiculous. Shaking her head, she stoked more fire, felt its warmth and the roar as it demanded more blood -

And then she was roaring, fangs bared as she directed a Fire Blast at the Slaking, grinning as he howled in pain. The wave of heat made the air ripple, burned his fur and skin and surely caused a great deal of pain. She ran forward, knowing that he was still staggering, still weak, and she could revel in his fear as she tore him apart. Fangs sinking deep, she shook her head savagely, treating him as she would a carcass she was planning to eat, ignoring the blows he rained down as she pumped more flame out. In her head, she banished the image and the voice of the Absol with more fire, letting it char and wither until there was nothing left.

Nothing but a faint sense of loss, that persisted even as she let the burned, broken body fall, running once more. Ears flat against her skull, she eyed the diminishing amount of opponents, dissatisfied. Why did it feel like something was chasing her?
 
Flyte wearily opened his eyes, vision blurry at first, but as his vision cleared he saw Smile and Allum. He groaned and climbed to his feet. Strangely, he wasn't hurting anymore. He hesitantly put pressure on his paw - it didn't hurt. Hmm...well, he certainly wasn't gonna argue. No pain is good.

"Hey. Um. Thanks guys, for healing me." He wasn't entirely sure, but as they were the only ones nearby, he assumed they'd healed him. He looked around; there weren't as many enemies left, most had been defeated already.

He saw, off in the distance, the Arcanine moving past the charred corpse of some large beast. It looked like everyone was moving farther into the Pits. He turned to Allum and Flyte.

"Should we go deeper in now?"
 
Allum turned as Flyte warily clambered to his feet, "I'll be staying here to fend off any reinforcements that the humans might bring, but neither of you are bound to assist me."
He looked around the room and the sound of his GrassWhistle turned to a mournful tune. 'So much destruction, so little point,' he knew there was a better way to go about this. Next time he would try and do what he could to lower the damage.
 
What's wrong with this picture? Astrid asked herself as she continued through the pit. As she had originally decided to go straight to free the Pokemon, she was just trying to get to the cages as fast as possible. But the carnage around her had stopped her in her tracks. If all they can do is kill, then what led them to escape? The lives snapped short by our hands... is it really all necessary? Why can't we all defeat Team Rocket together?

The question looming in her mind, she continued lower into the pits.
 
There was an enemy, leafeon, coming... had to protect Flyte! She should've used the move! Smile prepared her metronome, ready to unleash a hopefully fire-type barrage on the intruder before he... glowed. Smile was paralyzed with fear, had to help Flyte... Her finger glowed and her fist burst into flame, and she started to fire punch the leafeon, have to save Flyte... but then the... enemy? She was still shaky at that point... he used aromatherapy on Flyte. Her fist fell, thankfully not harming the leafeon. In fact, she didn't think he noticed.

Flyte was getting healed... that was good. In fact, the leafeon, he was whistling, a soothing tune... and her wish kicked in. She was refreshed, relaxed, and Flyte was awake. That leafeon was a friend.

The leafeon was talking. Offering to help.

"The persian?" Smile asked. "You weren't there... or are you Allum? You evolved? That's great! Uh, I think I'm fine... my wish just kicked in."

Flyte was talking too. Thanking her, and wanting to go in deeper. Deeper... more pain, hurt. She could heal? Yes, wishing. She could do that, but... "You're welcome Flyte," Smile said dazedly, still a bit confused, but that was one thing she was sure of. "This leafeon helped too. But... going deeper? It's so... hot and burning and death... if you want to." Smile couldn't help staring at that typhlosion they fought. He wasn't getting up...
 
Smile seemed really jittery. Flyte frowned in concern. She was right that it'd get hotter and more dangerous the farther into the Pits they traveled...but they had come here to heal, hadn't they? But everyone didn't seem to need the healing powers...Maybe they could go find the imprisoned pokemon and help free them instead. They'd need healing in order to get out.

"Are you okay, Smile? What if we go find the trapped pokemon to save instead of fighting more?" He asked quietly.
 
He turned to Smile, "Close, more that I changed my skin, In fact, the Typhlosion sitting there is a bit unsettling in this form," He took a breath and he felt his bones begin to clatter and his skin and fur change. Soon he was a watery blue, a frill and his tail had grown stronger,

"That's what I mean. Anyway, you two are in no way required to go deeper into the pits. Those who have gone down there are seasoned fighters and I'm sure they can care for each other... Although they are more likely to care for themselves. It doesn't matter."
 
Helping. So much better, there was no pain, no hurting. There wouldn't be flames there, would they? No, it wouldn't. But, it was up to Flyte to choose. They were here to heal. "I'd be fine either way, Flyte," Smile said, more composed now but still having a slight ring of distress. "We came here to heal, though. Will we help more down there?"

Her guess at the leafeon was almost correct. She turned to him, the now vaporeon, and said, with a small smile,"I'm glad I was close. It's pretty cool how you do that. Can you change between all your forms? But I'm kind of worried about that, them being all to themselves. They need a friend to help them. Experience may help you not get hurt, but when you eventually do, only kindness, of others and yourself, will help you get up."
 
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Flyte squinted as a cloud of smoke passed by.

"Well...from what it looked like, they didn't really need any help with healing, it seemed more like we were just getting in the way. I suppose we could split up, one of us heading deeper in to help the fighters, the others going to save the prisoners?"
 
Paza soon regreted diving headfirst into the fray. He receieved several bruises and cuts and by the time he reached the lobby, where Smile and Flyte were, he was aching, badly.
"Help, please?" he called out as he walked slowly towards them.
 
Smile nodded. "Perhaps that, but you aren't going alone. With that typhlosion, and you fainting, you... can't go alone. Sorry, Flyte." He can't go alone... I have to heal him.

The meowth, Paza, was limping over to them. He was hurt! Have to help him! Not like the other eevee... no... Smile snapped out of her trance, flying over to him and attemptig to envelope him in an unexpected hug. She didn't know him that well, just met him, but he was fine! Just a few... bruises and such. Smile used wish once more. The togetic intending to grip his paws, tightly but not too so, said quickly in relief, "Paza! I'm so sorry you're hurt, sorry! But you'll be fine! I used wish on you, so you'll be fine! You can join our group! We've got Allum and Flyte too, and you'll be fine! We're going to... well, we don't know. We might save the pokemon in the pits. But, we're a group and we're all friends here, they're fine, and you will be too..."

Her joy dust was starting to sprinkle over on him. It was coming back now, overcoming the fire and lifting her mood. Smile gestured over to her group of friends and smiled. "Okay, Paza, if you can walk fine, then let's go over to them, okay?" Smile asked. "We can plan together!"
 
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What was happening?

As Nevra watched, things began to dissolve into chaos. Everyone seemed to attack everyone else. There was plenty of blood - that bizarre stuff that flowed from some creatures when they were torn.

She cowered and flinched away, keeping her distance. She had been in some fights, yes, but never on this scale. Where was the simplicity? What had happened to one being, herself, battling just one other being, the opponent? What should she concentrate on? Nevra wasn't even sure which ones were even suitable to attack. Some were friends, those who she should not fear, and others were ones she should hurt. But which was which? What if she hurt someone that she was not supposed to? What if someone hurt her when they were not supposed to?

Suddenly, Nevra realized that she felt stupid and weak. Here she was, not even being able to tell what she should do, while everything else fell into place around her! How did they know to do this? Was she perhaps the youngest in the group? In the world? Why was she even here, among strangers that she could not even comprehend, who could not comprehend her?
 
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