Greiger
A mad mind... hehe
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Cape City
"Never let down! Freedom!" A rather loud Drapion was shouting out, one of the few that held up the flags that symbolized the Affiliates. The crowds of pokemon were fighting back the ancients with full force, using tactics and intelligence against them as various pokemon kept on shouting on encouragements to the other Affiliates. The high morale was aiding them as they beat back more and more Ancients. Sure some fell, but for each mon that was slain the anger of the crowd grew and they fought back an increased intensity.
As the crowd of warriors moved along there were those that broke open into the buildings that were cleared. They called out to the civilians and in some cases had to go in and drag some of the more stubborn ones out, though simply stating that if they stayed they would be killed by the Sentinels was more than enough to get them moving out. Already one exit was being cleared of the Ancient crowd as the rescurers began to funnel the newly freed pokemon toward it. Without the Sentinels up here things would go smoothly thankfully.
The city was slowly clearing out, but they would need more time to make sure to get the majority free of this enslaved area. As each area was cleared one by one the bodies of Ancients were left on the street along with a few Affiliates and the city was steadily becoming more and more of a ghost town. Building were left with wide open doors as the pokemon were pulled out. Eventually it was getting close to being done. At this point a Ralts next to the exit reached out with her mind.
Pennace… the way is clear. Still some stragglers… but we'll keep them save.
For some Penance had been sitting there with Adam and slowly he began to smile. "The way is clear Zane… go ahead and let the army go. It's all good for now." He said with his mind still concentrating on the other Affilaties still in there, "Some Ancients left but the Sentinels were left in the underground caverns, be prepared for them to come out." He said quickly.
"Right," Zane said, preparing to approach TrueStriker to be teleported away to where Paladin was, before Penance told them that the army's time had come. "Actually, you go to him. The citizens are gone, so I need to signal Belas and Hazone to approach! I'll meet you on the battlefield. Good luck to you, and watch out for the Sentinels." With a final nod to TrueStriker, the Gallade teleported away, while Zane headed out.
Zane, who was beside Penance, nodded at the confirmation. With the citizens all out of the city, the Alpha Alliance army would finally be able to lay siege to the city. It was a good thing too. Belas would have likely began to attack within a bit more allocated time, had they not heard anything from the Gold Tribe, which would have resulted in an unprecedented loss of life. Zane wouldn't have accepted that. They had sacrificed too much, bled too much to have those they swore to protect die in the crossfire. He let out a sigh of relief, letting all the worry momentarily collapse from inside him, before bouncing up and heading off. He would have to get to a high point on the city in order to give the army the signal to attack. Scanning around, he knew that he would probably not be able to reach any point within the city itself. However, if he were to climb onto the outer wall which encircled the city, he would be in a spot to give the signal. He needed to act fast. While the Sentinels were below the city, they would have the upper hand and land a critical first strike, hopefully pushing the edge and setting the pace of the rest of the battle in their advantage.
Zane headed across the city, his target was an outpost which sat at the bottom of the tower, and of which connected the wall, which ran a staircase inside of which that he could use to reach the top. All around him, the affiliates of Penance clashed with Ancients. Though they didn't have the advantage in numbers, they made up with it with tact and skill, and a will to fight. It was clear that Penance had taught them quite well. However, along the way to the opening of the outpost, a pair of Kabutops guarded, despite the chaos of the city. Having no time to engage them, Zane hammer-headed right into the two of them, the Iron Head taking effect as he felt the ribs of the first Kabutops crush, and this in turn force his body into the second one. Without seeing if they were taken out, Zane proceeded into the outpost, and up the stairs. He met some resistance along the way, an ancient or two with each level he passed as he moved inexorably to his destination on the top. A slash upon an Omastar, an Iron Head on a Cranidos, he was relentless. Zane felt himself beginning to tire as he traveled up the steps, but he didn't let up. He couldn't. He was doing this for more than himself. That was what the Gold Tribe was about, right? Sacrifice?
After a few more minutes, Zane reached the top. He panted heavily, looking beyond at the two sides of the wall. On one side, Ancients clashed with the Affiliates. On the other, the grand terrain of Valkaria lay before him. In the great distance, he could see the Thieves Forest. Beyond that, the Korhal Mountains lay spread across the landscape. But directly closer to him was the large army of the gathered Pokemon of Valkaria, ready to fight for their homeland. Zane thought for a moment, trying to figure out the best way to get their attention to know that they could charge in. He looked down on his person, thinking of something he could through or use to show a sign. He then looked down at his emblem still embedded on his shoulder. A smile crept onto his face as he recalled something Rey had told him about the emblem when he first got it.
"Long have we worn these, prominently as ever they are displayed, the shine of them able to be reflected in the greatest of distances. This serves both to warn enemies to be wary of our wrath, and to let those that we defend know we are ever vigilant in their protection."
He took off his emblem from the holster on his shoulder, then began to position it so that the sun would reflect off of it and shine towards the army. After some fixing of its position, he managed to shine it so that the light pierced off of it brilliantly, causing the light to be sent over the armies below. Zane didn't know at first if he was successful, so he continued on for a few minutes, awaiting a reaction. After almost five minutes of fiddling, however, he suddenly heard a horn blown, followed by the combined screams of thousands of Pokemon, their diverse screeches united in anticipation for the coming battle. He heard a voice, even from this distance no other Pokemon but the booming voice of Belas would have likely made it, giving final words of encouragement, before the army began its march. It was an entirely different perspective to witness such a charge from within the city, and not be on the receiving end. As the Pokemon launched at the gates, the distracted Ancients had not fortified the gates with enough Pokemon, and since the bulk of the Ancients were still below in the caverns, the Alpha Alliance army pierced through like a spear piercing flesh. They poured into the city, determined to see the end of the reign of the Silver Tribe in Cape City, where the war had begun years ago. Smiling at the thought of liberating the city, Zane proceeded down to join the forces below. The battle of Cape City was underway.
Penance chuckled as he watched the army head out and grinned at Adam, "Shall we get ready for the Aftermath?" He asked as he stood up and the psychic slowly rose as well.
"Indeed Penance. I think it's going well."
The Golduck rubbed his beak with a frown, "Yes, home is lost, but at a good charge. Eh, we have what we need so just get the forces ready. The other psychics should have recovered so let us head back. Hehe... second attempts are always better." He said as he put a hand on the Alakazam and they ported away.
Madman's Former Lair
"We need to get out of here or we will drown!" Levina had said, and Scar agreed. He wasn't the particularly best swimmer, and he doubted much of the other Sentinels were either, especially the Inferno. He ran for an exit, noticing many different caves across the lair that would no doubt take them to the surface. But quickly, the water had begun to flood the area, taking out a few of their escape options almost immediately. Scar backtracked a bit, turning around and heading for other points of escape, only to see the body of water cover most of them as well. As he looked towards the other Sentinels, he took note of those who could have a chance of escaping. The Snype/Levina pair might be quick enough to escape. Genevieve would perhaps be able to as well. D-I might have been, but Sovereign might be too hulky to escape the waters. As for the Inferno, he already thought him lost, as he was no longer with the other Sentinels, washed away in the current.
A last corridor was before them, which Scar took, scrambling out of the filling room as quickly as he could, only to find himself washed away through that path by a current. Scar chose not to fight it, instead riding it through the path. He bounced and bumped against the hard cavern multiple times, before the current came to a slower point, allowing Scar to begin swimming through. Luckily, the path led upwards, and the water hadn't reached there yet, so Scar managed to get to the dry part of the path, and gasp for air. He couldn't let up for a moment, though, as the water slowly rose higher. He scrambled to his feet, and sped off through the caverns. He didn't look back for the other Sentinels, as he figured if they were truly capable enough, they would find their own way back to the surface. He sped along, his anger of the Madman and the Gold Tribe the only thoughts in his mind. He imagined himself wringing the necks of those responsible, holding them in between his claws and watching them suffer as he squeezed the life out of them.
Soon, he thought, though the path was no indication of that. Even before his Silver Tribe induction, the paths of the Cape City caverns were difficult to traverse. They were a maze, which made the situation all that much worse. As he went higher through a particular tunnel, he began to hear the sounds of intense battling above. Scar knew this couldn't have been the sounds of mere clashes with the Affiliates. No, it was a war going on. The Alpha Alliance had come, and all of the Sentinels were stuck below in these blasted caves, or dead! Likely, the battle wouldn't progress too well if the Sentinels weren't there to lead them. This must have been their plan all along, and they had fallen into it. But the mistake they had made was not ensuring that all of them were dead. When Scar reached the battlefield, and if any of the other Sentinels reached there too, it would mark the end of their trifling efforts.