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The Legendary Beast Pack

Flyte finally was able to stop quick attacking; they had reached Viridian City. He gasped for breath quietly while Frollo made his..erm...rousing...statement about judgment. Flyte shook his wings in anticipation and trotted after Frollo, looking around for the meowth and Smile. Had he left them behind? Agh..his ability Adaptability boosted his quick attack...he probably did leave them a lil ways behind. Oops.
 
Xhan stared at the gym blankly. The run had been little trouble for him. Though he was no fighter, being a riolu almost came with long-distance running. Froo-Froo had his little deal going on, and it took Xhan a moment to process just what the psychic had said.

Judgement... Wait, he doesn't mean... No, he wouldn't. Xhan glanced at Frollo once more. Okay, maybe he would.
 
"She has a point, Edvard. Ve should avoid the chaos and do some better good in the next town. Ve vould only end up fighting the other group and kill more than ve need vhen saving the pokemon. Now...Raichu...Dominic, Da?" Halan muttered, slowing his run and strolling over to where the Raichu had stopped. He kneeled down next to him and peered at the pokemon before them.

How odd...it vas holding something...

"Ve should get moving. Don't need to alert them ve are here. But I vould like to take a look at this one for vounds. Ve must keep moving. Vill you be able to take care of this one, or vill you need help...vhy am i asking, bah. I seem to have lost myself for a moment" He chuckled, looking down at the cage before him. He takes the lock into his hand and studies it, finding it to be a cheap on eat best. With a twist and a pull, he broke the lock and stepped aside to let Dom do what he needs to do. He then glances down at the two in his arms, one shifted to the other when he needed the free paw. Fixing them again, he leans down to nuzzle his daughter, whispering calming word to her.
 
Flyte had zoomed away before Smile could even speed up just a little. She was still slowly hovering above Paza, facing the rest of the group. Now that they weren't talking, she noticed they were far behing the group. The togetic needed to hurry.

"Bye Paza!" She said to him quickly, buzzing her wings rapidly and hurrying to catch the group. She slowed down a little after the sprint, just enough so that she wouldn't be exhausted when she got to the group, even though it would be record time. I've got to be ready to heal Flyte, she mused. How should I heal him, anyway? Right after he heals someone else? Then it won't help that much... not until a lot later. Right before? But then what if he's not tired? I can't use wish a milllion times...

As she flew, her joy dust floated down to the ground, leaving a glimmering trail. It seemed to clear her mind, being free of the dust, and she mused on how to heal Flyte for a while. In the end, she decided that healing him after, would be best.

She landed next to the winged eevee just as the alakazam finished his speech. Smile was more interested at her glittering down that had littered the terrain, making a path. "Isn't that cool, Flyte?" She asked, gesturing to the sparkling trail. "My joy dust made a path!"
 
Basaina forced down the nervous tension that insisted on spreading through her body, throwing Frollo and Naxalge a savage grin. "Judgement, eh? If you need help with that..." She snapped at the air and pranced a bit, feeling the welcome energy, as if she was in almost perfect health. She would have to be careful to not get killed, but that was about it. She doubted anyone here would be able to match her power, other than the ones on her side, and they wouldn't kill a useful ally anyways.

She sniffed the air, head tilting to one side. Well, that was interesting. They weren't really first. The other group was here too, judging by their scents - fire and ashes and some shadowy nuance that she couldn't name for the Ninetales, metal and blood from the Golden Terror and the Lucario's scent, calm but surging forward - and she snorted to focus on the rest. Metal and the crackle of lightning, and... cloth. That was new. Cloth and a musty, dark scent, one that made her fur bristle when she focused on it too much. So they had picked up some more Pokemon.

"I don't think we're alone," she drawled, padding after Frollo. "But it doesn't matter. I don't think they'll get in our way much." Or at least in her way, because surely some of them were smart enough to stay away from her when she started burning things. She focused, letting fire flicker in her mouth, coating her fangs. Just a preparation for her first attack, and also to drive away any shred of doubt. Fire cleansed her of that, turning everything around her into a target. Soon, she could see how much she would sacrifice to feed the flames.

Green eyes narrowed, and she growled softly, seeking out the first victim.

((I AM MAKING A RSP REFERENCE, AHAHAHA~ *snerks* Judgement! >:D Also, scents are fun to write.))
 
Paza stopped for a moment to admire Smile's handywork. "Hehe, follow the leader!" He dashed off down the path and slowed to a stop behind Smile and Flyte. He stood awkwardly on to legs and tried to keep his balance. "What's-" He lost his balance, but he managed to grab a bush and steady himself. "What's next?"
 
So... it would be time to prove herself at last.

The Absol simply nodded at Frollo's speech, knowing he spoke the truth. Within her, some small bit of fear sparked... the human had always said she wasn't good enough... what if he was right? And without the use of anger... would she even have enough power if she didn't rely on her anger? What if a Fighting-type or something else resistant to Dark-type attacks showed up? She shuddered upon thinking of her few losses... when she had encountered such types. Well, few of those of the idiot group seemed resistant to her attacks. So if they got in the way... she could easily wipe them...

Minus the Golden Terror. She'd avoid him.

Now was the time though, the time for those who were unworthy to be judged. Would she make the cut? She really hoped so... Spoono seemed to like her thus far, but you never knew with anyone in this world... you couldn't trust so easily in such a group like this.

"Heh. So the Peanut Gallery's here, huh? No matter... filth needs to be cleaned... and it will... regardless of where said filth is." Her red eyes focused on Sparkleass and the Crazy Mightyena, then she cackled ominously. The thought of them being obliterated lifted her spirits significantly.

And thus she charged forward, her scythe at the ready.
 
"Indeed," Frollo said to Naxalge. "We can all be sure that there will be cleansing to be done by the end of this attack."

Then, the Absol charged. Without a moments hesitation, Frollo put some psychokinetic energy into his leg muscles, and ran after her, using a psychic pulse to blast down the door.

I suppose that if the Persian and his little cadre have arrived, they will either try to sabotage my judgment, or simply move on to the next pit - either option is fine with me, for if he and his attempt to intervene, I have an excuse to kill them.

The door, now crumpled into a ball, was tossed back into the entryway of the gym, hitting the opposite wall with a resounding clang. This noise caught the attention of several humans, and within a moment, maybe two, they were at the threshold to the gym, with what sounded like several pokemon in tow.

This was good.

Readying his shaped blades, Frollo ran at the enemies, all the while saying:

"Now, who will be the first to face judgment?"
 
Smile flew up to Flyte, leaving a glittery trail behind the Togetic.

"Oh, wow. Shiny!" Flyte exclaimed, not really paying much attention. Then the absol charged towards the gym and Frollo used psychic energy to blast the door in. A resounding clang was heard as it slammed into the opposite wall. Flyte flinched as he watched the Alakazam charge, like the absol, towards the enemies inside. He sighed and began padding towards the door, making sure he wasn't in the way for when the others began running in after Frollo. Now would've been a good time to practice flying, but he needed to pay attention in case one of them got injured. He'd need to heal them quickly, before they could be jumped and finished off.

He brought to the surface all of his healing energies, a blue and white aura glowing and swirling around him, eyes glowing brilliantly, ready to dispense the healing energies as needed. He hoped the rescuers would get in and save the imprisoned pokemon soon...Flyte had the feeling that if the battle was finished before the pokemon were saved, Frollo would move on, leaving the captured pokemon here.
 
Allum shuddered slightly as the fur on his body loosened and changed to a red. his tail and mane turned to a creamy colour. He took a breath and ran through the gym door after Frollo and the Absol, flames beggining to form within him. He could hear the charge of humans and stood ready. Now to see what these so called 'pit legends' can do, will they live up to their name in uneven combat? Or will they be eliminated by the humans numbers? Only one way to find out. He reared back and leapt forward at the nearest enemy, small amounts of flames streaming from his mouth.
 
The door flew straight through the doorway and hit the back wall, making Lurkky jump. He saw several humans inside the gym. He was nervous anticipating the fight that was about to go on. But something inside him was looking forward to it. at first he thought it was death, but it wasn't. It was him.

Somewhere deep down he was delighted at the thought of all the dead bodies. He was feeling energetic. His claws felt sharper, his teeth longer, and his abilities greater than before. Everything seemed smaller than it had a few seconds ago. They were weak. He was strong. He looked at his teammates, and couldn't help but anticipate killing them as well.

He suddenly snapped out of it. This was worse than anything that had happened to him. It was Death's doing. It had to be. But if it was, then that meant that it wouldn't be long until he was Death. He didn't know what he could do at this point. So he tried as hard as he could to think of pain. All the pain they would feel, all the lives that would be ruined. This wasn't going to be a one-sided battle.
 
Nevra floated along with the group, not really knowing where they were going or what was happening. She didn't understand most of the words that everyone used.

Her eyes looked forlornly around the city. It looked so weird, so unlike the lush forests full of moving things that she had been in only a while ago. It was so gray, like her skin.

Wait, there was something out of the normal. There was some color that stood out, like a flickering piece of sky or water. Nevra hadn't encountered many things of this particular color that could be carried; she had once found a flower of similar color, but it had turned brown and broken in half after a few days. Maybe she could keep this?

Curious, she now drifted over. She stopped halfway, though, spotting the Lucario and Raichu doing... something. What were they doing? Did they want it for themselves?

Then the Lucario walked away, leaving the spot where the flicker had been. Maybe he really had taken it already?

But no, there was something else. The flicker wasn't there, but there was something that looked bizarrely like her, Nevra. It looked similar, but different in some ways. Its arms were too long, its head too funny, and it had one black, empty-looking eye. Nevra looked at her own arms, but they weren't as long as the look-alike's, and didn't have any sticks coming out of them. Were there other creatures that looked like her? Something with a similar body, but not her? Nevra couldn't remember ever encountering something that looked like herself. Was it some kind of reflection or shadow, twisted enough to look different? Had it come from her, or maybe had she come from it? Maybe she was the strange reflection?
 
Waiting in painful anticipation for the Raichu's response, Mandalus stirred at the sound of new footsteps, and turned his stare towards an approaching Lucario burdened with children. A strange sight on the outskirts of dangerous human territory. In silence, Mandalus watched him as he toyed with a lock of some kind affixed to the garbage pile, breaking it in two and causing a chain of some sort to slacken.

In an appropriate chain-reaction, the removal of the lock resulted in a miniature collapse, several of the heavier objects from the trash heap toppling backwards and hitting the ground with a mighty crash. Gripping his fingers into the earth, in a final bid for freedom, Mandalus desperately dragged himself forwards, his lower body sliding out from underneath the now greatly lightened pile of junk, abiet completely flattened from the pressure. Regardless of the pain, all the long-suffering puppet could do was revel in the sweet release of freedom. While his legs would need to be plumped up once more, and the creases ironed out, he was no longer in a position where he might find himself trapped forever. And he owed it all to the kindness of his new acquaintances.

"My thanks to you from the bottom of my soul... I am in your debt strangers."

And then - a new sensation. The etheral fabric that kept his soul bound to this physical form resonating in the presence of another concentrated source of spiritual energy. Struggling to lift himself up on his oversized arms, his lower body having been completely crushed from months buried beneath the garbage heap, Mandalus looked up and stared at the creature drifting cautiously towards him.

"Can it be...? Another marionette...?"

The being did indeed resemble him in many ways, but the proportions were smaller, more petite. And it was missing a tail, open cuts in the doll's fabric exposing portions of stuffing that were starting to fall out. The energy he felt from it seemed decidedly feminine, somehow. And for a moment he marvelled in idea that there was another soul like him, bound to a physical form bearing so much similarity to his own. Were they of the same species? Before he could attempt to connect with her however, there was a sound of human voices from somewhere nearby. Screaming, yelling, and cries of battle filling the phantom with feelings of dread, anticipating the agony that was to follow. Balancing on his elongated arms, he shuffled forwards, walking on his hands while his lower body dangled lifelessly below his waist.

"Pardon me? Those voices... coming from that place... you're not planning on going near there, are you?"
 
Basaina snarled viciously as the door was blasted down, crumpled by energies she couldn't see. It didn't matter - the way was clear, and the Arcanine spared no attention for those behind her, focused on the charge and flames already wreathing her fangs, ready to bite down. Frollo had stopped to terrify the humans, but she could care less, leaping past him and letting the fire grow, tongues of it reaching out to reflect against the metal of her helmet. She fell upon one of the Pokemon, a Weavile, the flames searing it even as she sank her fangs into its neck before jumping off and growling as she sought out another victim.

This was too easy, really, but she hadn't come here for a fair fight, but to slaughter the opposition. A Flamethrower gathered in her jaws, and she set it loose, watching it arrow towards the humans with slitted eyes. This is what she had been made to do: kill. It didn't matter who, really, as long as she had an opponent and enough strength to keep fighting, keep killing. The mingled scent of blood and charred flesh was the sweetest smell in the world to her, and she was more than prepared to keep attacking until the air reeked of it.

"Anyone you want dead in particular?" she asked her companions, voice harshened by the constant, bloodthristy snarl that continued to make itself heard. She eyed an Ursaring with an almost greedy look. Yes. Things were simple now. She had what she wanted, after all that turmoil. This was much easier than agonizing over it.
 
Basaina snarled viciously as the door was blasted down, crumpled by energies she couldn't see. It didn't matter - the way was clear, and the Arcanine spared no attention for those behind her, focused on the charge and flames already wreathing her fangs, ready to bite down. Frollo had stopped to terrify the humans, but she could care less, leaping past him and letting the fire grow, tongues of it reaching out to reflect against the metal of her helmet. She fell upon one of the Pokemon, a Weavile, the flames searing it even as she sank her fangs into its neck before jumping off and growling as she sought out another victim.

This was too easy, really, but she hadn't come here for a fair fight, but to slaughter the opposition. A Flamethrower gathered in her jaws, and she set it loose, watching it arrow towards the humans with slitted eyes. This is what she had been made to do: kill. It didn't matter who, really, as long as she had an opponent and enough strength to keep fighting, keep killing. The mingled scent of blood and charred flesh was the sweetest smell in the world to her, and she was more than prepared to keep attacking until the air reeked of it.

"Anyone you want dead in particular?" she asked her companions, voice harshened by the constant, bloodthristy snarl that continued to make itself heard. She eyed an Ursaring with an almost greedy look. Yes. Things were simple now. She had what she wanted, after all that turmoil. This was much easier than agonizing over it.
 
As Leo snuck in, he saw a familiar face.

The face of a Persian, stained with blood. She slowly strolled over to him and forced him into the center of the pit.

"Fight, my darling, or else," Suzanne hissed. She let out a roar loud enough to startle a Wailord.

"Well then. No turning back now, eh?" she murmured.

Leo smirked a bit. "I'll defeat you, no worries," he purred.

She pounced on him, pinning him to the ground on his back.

"Who's the hero now?" Suzanne screeched, "Will your friends help you out now?"

"HELP!" Leo yelled.

((Boss fight!))
 
"Nobody," Frollo grunted at Basaina, slicing his blade through a Vaporeon that had been deployed right behind him by one of the humans. "Kill anyone that gets in your way, and once we're done with the rabble, we will free those imprisoned."

The human that had sent the Vaporeon against him started to run away, but Frollo stopped any hope he had of escaping by attacking his legs. The blade went through the stomach of the human moments later.

Grinning maddeningly, Frollo spread his two swords beside him, as if they were demonic wings, and ran forward, cutting down two humans that made the mistake of getting too close. Another one saw this and again, started to run, and Frollo leaped at the human-

Only to be blocked by a Houndoom's horns. The dark dog was clearly the trainer's pokemon, and it looked none too pleased at the Alakazam.

Frollo made a slash for the dog, but it jumped back, horns lowered again. A second slash attempt succeeded, but the blade did not go all the way through the Houndoom.

"Oh, good," Frollo said, "here I thought you'd all be too easy. Let's make this a worthwhile battle, shall we?"
 
The call for help set Allum's mind back from the bloodlust. He turned and pushed off the human he had singed and felt the human body give way. He leapt across the battle, dodging the smaller skirmishes as best he could. At one point a Tropius tried to stop him but the type match up was poor and he set the leafy pokemon alight with a flamethrower, 'I had almost forgotten how this felt. Too bad this is only going to last a while.' he shook his head, the part of him that loved destruction had gotten stronger. He dodged around the Tropius's neck and continued towards where he had heard the call.

The Persian had the Quilava that he recognised from earlier pinned against the floor. The persians face was stained red, probably with blood. He felt the flames rise in his mouth as he dashed towards the Persian. When he was close he pushed off the ground and threw his body against the Persian.
 
((Well, I leave for a three day school trip and suddenly a boss fight!))

Paza waited for a moment, then ran into the gym, just in time to see several fallen humans and Pokémon, and a Persian under attack from a Quilava and Flareon. He felt an urge to help his evolved-form, but he resisted the urge and extended his claws, following behind the Flareon.
 
Dominic watched the creature in utter fascination. It was made of cloth, so could endure being completely flattened. And when flattened, it could expand to refill it's body - he'd never seen anything about it. Was it full of air? Then how did it's body worked? Maybe it was a ghost type... but then why did it choose to possess such cloth? Or did it have a choice in the matter?

"...We might. We're hoping to free the others trapped there." Dominic said. He had half an ear on the conversation between the others and heard the suggestion to move on from the upcoming pit to another. He offered the ghostly pokemon a small smile. "Either way, welcome Mandalus. My name is Dominic." He introduced himself politely. "You don't have to come with us if you don't want to go near the pits..." He said quietly. He knew many pokemon had and simply would bolt for freedom when the opportunity came. There was no point in begrudging them.
 
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