Caedmon Yeonart
Kanto Enclave
As Maverick headed onwards, the Pinsir looked after him for a moment, but decided to focus all of his powers on Caedmon, lifting the rifle-like weapon to aim it at him again, narrowing his eyes. Caedmon heard the Oshawott moving about behind him, a plan sneaking into his mind. He slowly began edging to the side, eyes locked with the Pinsir. To prevent him from figuring out his plan, he decided to taunt the already angered Pokémon.
“I suppose you think you are both heroes for holding me back for this long. Allowing your friends to escape to be able to “Fight the good fight” and destroy your “Opressors”, right? I would not be so optimistic if I were you. We obviously had Pokémon prepared in other locations for such an event. All of those you see…” he lifted a paw, pointing to the far end of the tunnel, where a couple of Pokémon are crawling out into the daylight, though without breaking eye contact with the Pinsir, who just seemed to get more and more angry from every word he heard Caedmon say.
“… Are running right into our reserves. Your friends, colleagues… and family, are being slaughtered, as we speak. And you live, trying to be the hero and saving them.”
Caedmon was, of course, bluffing, but the Pinsir couldn’t know. And from the look of things… he didn’t. The Pinsir seemed on the verge of simply running ahead and tearing off Caedmon’s head with his bare hands, but Caedmon only readied himself, standing still now, cocking his head a little to the side, adding quietly.
“… But we can rectify that.”
“Shut up, you bastard! We’ll hold you off for as long as we can, if it means saving the others!” and he promptly fired off three shots of electricity. Seeing his opportunity, Caedmon lept into the air, the orbs of electricity flying right underneath him, just as the Oshawott, who was now placed directly behind Caedmon was staggering to his feet.
“Ngh. Where d-“ were the last words he uttered as one, two and three orbs of electricity shot into the water Pokémon, causing him to scream in pain, spasming on the spot. The weapons had been used on knights, who could somewhat withstand the attack, but on mechanists… they were quite the bit more effective.
The Pinsir stood in shock and horror and watched his friend spasm a last time before falling over, his heart stopped. “A… Abraham, no!” He lept forwards, running only a few steps towards his fallen comrade, before Caedmon landed firmly on the ground again, one leg slightly bent as he dashed off at high speed at the Pinsir, who only managed to stop slightly in his tracks as Caedmon bent slightly down and delivered six, swift punches to his chest and belly, a gurgled yelp escaping him. After the sixth punch, Caedmon pulled his arm back, gathering up energies within it and pushed it towards his chest, his eyes staring up into the Pinsir’s wide, hazed and fearful eyes before sending out a blast of energy, blowing a hole in it’s chest and causing it to collapse next to him.
Caedmon stood up and looked back and forth between the two, glancing down at his paw for a moment. He closed his eyes for a moment and muttered a low prayer before opening his eyes again, glancing to the end of the tunnel, his gaze slowly gliding to the sides, looking over the houses. His eyes then glowed their firm blue as they did whenever he used his powers, this time, to sense auras. He dashed off into one of the houses and began slowly working his way up the street. It seemed that all of the houses were connected in at least some way, so it made it somewhat easier for him to travel from house to house.
In some of the houses, he met resistance, but he made quick work of it. In most of them, there were no Pokémon left. Whenever he found Pokémon who were unarmed and not willing to fight, he ordered them into the street and promptly found a knight to “escort” his prisoners to the square. There weren’t a lot, but a little was better than nothing.
Eventually, he entered a house and made his way upstairs, where a Minccino was pressed against the back of the room, along with a Vigoroth. The Vigoroth was standing slightly in front of the Minccino, which probably meant that it was the male. Or at least braver than the other one. Caedmon’s eyes narrowed, which sent the Pokémon pushing back against the wall, looking extremely afraid for their lives.
“… Follow me into the street, I will escort you back to the square. You are both prisoners of the Knights now. If you do not resist, no harm will come to you, I promise you this.”
Caedmon had no trouble fighting back and even brutally murdering mechanists who openly opposed the knights, but there were Pokémon who had been forced into this, or simply didn’t wish to fight. It didn’t make who they were aligned with any better, but where no blood need be shed, none should be.
He turned around to guide them outside, but just as he did, the Vigoroth collected all of his courage and lept forwards, roaring out at the top of his lungs, swinging a wild, Dynamic Punch at Caedmon, while the Minccino screamed out, covering her eyes.
His abilities still at their height, he sensed the attack coming in time for him to be able to dodge the clumsy attack. In the moments it took Caedmon to turn around to face his enemy, the attack and his enemy’s surprise at not hitting revealed that he wasn’t a fighter. Simply someone protecting their friend. Or lover.
This, however, did not make Caedmon hold back. He had given them his terms, and the Vigoroth had broken them. Caedmon always upheld a promise, but it also goes the other way.
He swiftly spun around after the attack had missed, his paw lifting to grasp the Vigoroth by its throat before tossing him against the back wall, right next to the Minccino, the Vigoroth leaving a dent as it grunted in pain, starting to fall over. But before he could hit the ground, Caedmon had delivered and elbow straight for his chest, the crack of bones sounding from his chest as Caedmon let him fall over in a heap.
He took a moment to make sure his enemy was dead before turning to look at the Minccino with his always-stoic expression, though the blue glow that almost looked like flames which erupted from his eyes made him look incredibly sinister. “… If you do not resist, no harm will come to you.”
The Minccino quickly nodded her head, her paws slapped in front of her mouth, staring down at the broken body of her husband, a little whimper escaping her.
Several moments later, Caedmon arrived at the town square where the remainder of the prisoners had been sat down, both from himself, Maverick, and the other knights. He pushed the Minccino towards the others and got her to sit down with them. There were around twenty or so in total, but it was a decent number. He folded his arms across his chest and glanced over the prisoners for a moment before looking around. They were apparently waiting for the remainder of the commanders.
"I'll slay you!"
Caedmon’s ears twitched a little, but he wasn’t exactly alert. At least not more than he usual was. The voice had been too light to have been of any worry, probably from a child. He turned his head and glanced over to Ribibin and the squad she had taken temporary command over, his eyes gliding from the Weavile, to the Riolu being held by one of the other Pokémon. He stood still, staring as the little Pokémon struggled against his captors.
His mind went back to the vague memories he had of his early childhood. Happiness, warmth, laughing, sunshine… and in the next moment… screaming, crying… blood, laughing… and then it all stopped. And he had been found by his mentor. Caedmon’s eyes flickered for a moment, the usually stoic expression faltering for a moment, making way for a couple of conflicting emotions, but as he noticed that Ribibin was glancing in his direction, he pulled himself upright again, giving her a nod as if to say “Good job”, turning on his heel to move a little away from the waiting crowd of prisoners and the knights. He moved over to the side of the street and sat himself down against one of the buildings, crossing his legs over one another and leaning his paws on the ground beneath him, tilting his head a little back to stare into the ceiling of the cavern, his mind full of questions.
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