Sir Bastian
Christina - Crossroads
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The Inner Sanctum
As Vincent glanced around at the various others in the middle of the chamber, it was clear from their expressions and the way they were acting that they'd seen... at least roughly the same as him. The Zoroark was even kneeling in front of Durand, which took Vincent a little by surprise. He was about to open his mouth to say something to the Xatu before the bird spoke out and a bright flash of light erupted through the chamber.
Suddenly, they were all surrounded by what Vincent assumed was none other than the Crimson Company. Grasping his shells, he kept still, staring at the various figures around the outskirts of the chamber, who seemed... reluctant to attack. Or at least confused. Durand then let off with his attack and started snapping necks left right and center with his psychic abilities.
With everybody shouting and attacking everybody else, Vincent drew his shells and dashed off to the side, towards some oncoming company-folk, and with a few well-placed slices, managed to make quick work of them. A Machoke came along and took a few swings at him, but Vincent kept dodging, jumping about and delivering kicks and slices of his shells to the attacking Pokémon, doing a rather good job of avoiding attacks, though he felt himself getting hit here and there, and even got himself a cut along his cheek.
After having dispatched an Infernape, all throughout the battle not having used any of his water abilities and relying solely on his physical combat, he glanced over to the others and noticed Tsulong having a rather vicious fight with a Krookodile who seemed to be frothing with rage and some sick kind of pleasure. Seeing Tsulong having a bit of a hard time with his foe, Vincent grit his teeth and turned to make a dash towards the two.
Just as the Krookodile was preparing to swing his claws at the prone Arcanine, Vincent lept into the air and raised his right hand, a compact blast of water shooting out of the ground, which he landed on, surfing along on the top of it as he almost flew over towards the Krookodile, leaping off of it just as the water slammed against his side, sending the large Pokémon stumbling off to the side, Vincent landed besides Tsulong, breathing a little heavily, holding his shells at the ready.
"Looked like you needed a hand with this guy, hope you don't mind me butting in."
Tsulong chuckled grimly at the Dewott's offer and made to regain his breath, while Ser Mantarys snarled, looking down upon his new foe while cracking his knuckles. He did not seem the least bit weary, even after having taken Tsulong's flare blitz and Vince's stream of water. Pokemon like him had been hardened through a thousand battles and wounds, forged precisely to kill. His black eyes zoomed on Vincent, frantically noting his features. It all lasted for a second - the next, he was charging in, his jaws slamming shut towards the Dewott in a vicious crunch attack that would have torn the smaller Pokemon in half.
Vincent kept his eyes on their foe as he seemed to focus his glare firmly on him. Grasping his shells tightly, he prepared for his attack, but he hadn't expected the Krookodile to be as quick as he was, and Vincent only just managed to dive to the side to avoid the teeth clamping down where he had just been.
Mantarys snarled and turned towards the Dewott again, swinging his claws in swift succession of one another, launching a flurry of attacks at him. However, Vincent hadn't spend too much of his energy, and he managed to keep up with the slashes, parrying the sharp claws with his shells, keeping the two at a standstill, although Vincent was slowly forced backwards. The Krookodile roared in fury, increasing the intensity and frequency of his vicious slashes, putting pressure on the Dewott. Suddenly, unexpectedly, he spun around and slammed his huge tail at Vince's defenses. The intense blow shook him and he lost footing and hold of one of his sea shells; Ser Mantarys went in for the killing blow...
A stream of fire hit his side, flames licking his side and head, forcing him to sidestep and bring his arms to protect his body. He screamed in anguish and turned to the Arcanine, who was still standing on his feet, his side bleeding.
Vincent took a deep breath of air, snapping out of the somewhat groggy state, called down thanks to the thick tail having slammed straight into his stomach and sent him skidding along the floor. The roars and noises of the Pokémon battling around them returned to him as he quickly got to his feet, staring over at Mantarys, now looking straight at Tsulong.
Vincent bent down and dashed over to where he had dropped his seashell, picking it up in passing before narrowing his eyes, disregarding the aching in his stomach as he lept forwards, thrusting an arm forwards, sending an ice beam at the Krookodile, which hit his feet and froze him to the ground. The massive Pokémon turned to Vincent and bared his teeth, preparing another crunch, but Vincent landed on the floor and managed to leap upwards again, taking Mantarys by surprise as the Dewott pulled off a Copycat move, opening his mouth and clamping his fangs down firmly onto the Krookodile's arm which he tried to defend himself with.
Tsulong, seeing the opportunity, launched himself at the Crimson Captain with blinding speed and hit him full in the belly. His fiery fangs were sunk through his tough skin for a moment, until all went to hell. A loud, booming and hysterical laughter pierced their ears and Murkrows appeared from nowhere, flying everywhere. He saw them biting through his mane and into his flesh, but he felt nothing. His sight was engulfed with their black shadows and he panicked for a moment, having to let go of Ser Mantarys, who merged with the dark besides the crows.
The Arcanine and the Dewott stepped back from the crows, seeing the Krookodile being held by a dark, cloaked figure that was as tall as him. The Stranger. The hysterical laughter and the Murkrows had gone as suddenly as they appeared; except of the birds, who was standing guard on the Stranger's shoulder. Under his hood, his single left green eye was fixed on them, while Mantarys was screaming at him to let go of him, squirming and struggling in a grip that was far more powerful than it looked.
"We have no purpose here any longer," the Stranger said, "we are leaving." And with that, they became Murkrows who flew away to every direction.