Cape City
While Inferno battled the two Gold Tribe members the hole he had left behind crumbled a bit as pieces of stone fell down. Amid the chaos a clawed hand rose up and grabbed hold of the edge. There was a loud grunt as a Weavile pulled himself up, panting heavily.
"Just... what... the... ****!? YOU LEAVE ME DOWN THERE TO TAKE ON THOSE ANCIENTS ALL BY MYSELF!?" Leon snapped at the closest Gold Tribe member, which just happened to be Guardia. "Oh yeah! Leon can handle thirty of them! You're unlucky in that respect! Oh, when I-"
He paused as he saw the Inferno, "Need to take this out on someone...." He muttered as he formed a shard of ice in one hand and threw it at the Typhlosion's back. "Yo! Rage head! I think you need another bath!" He took in a breath and formed some more ice in his hands, "Pick on someone your own size chump! What? That water got you all soaked up? Well, I got soaked too and you don't see me whining about it."
At the moment when the Inferno threw his attack at Hoodhide smoke billowed up and there was a squishing sound as the attack had even managed to heat the concrete to such a degree that it began to melt. As the smoke cleared there was a lack of a corpse. In fact, a lack of anything goldy in the area!
"Yo! Goldy!" A voice shouted to the left of the Sentinel, "That all you got? I think someone needs a bit more time in the bubble bath! I got towels, they were skinned, but towels are towels!" The voice giggled out.
The Inferno gave a cold glare first to the Weavile who had arrived, then towards the other Pokemon to the left of him. Already, smoke had begun to form across the Sentinel, as he began to prepare his next wave of attacks. The flames on his hide rose to twice their length, and ember began to form at his mouth and arms. Even though Guardia was a good few meters away on the floor, she could feel the temperature substantially rise in the area, as if all of the heat from the surrounding Cape City was now boiling over at this point. He gave no indication of his willingness to converse with any of his enemies, as he rarely did, but merely moved his hands up in preparation of the blast. As fire gathered at his fingertips and mouth, The Inferno prepared to unleash hell upon his opponents.
However, as he launched the attacks, a pair of glowing orbs of energy suddenly struck him in the back, causing him to grimace in pain, and redirect his attacks toward the sky. The triple wave of the Fire Blast seered through the air, hitting no target but the air itself, though Guardia had the feeling that if it could feel pain, it would be boiling by this point. The Inferno staggered back, a look of irritation on his face as he turned to view his attacker, who turned out to be Wildfire the Infernape of the Gold Tribe. Gritting his teeth, the Inferno did not give a moments hesitation as he once again prepped for an attack. This time, instead of flames gathering at any part of his body, they began to gather in a circle around him. They started small, patches of fire, before ever-expanding to a monstrous size. Even though the ground around was marble, it too felt the pressure of the heated energy, the ground becoming charred and scorched, and in some cases the marble ground close enough to the Typhlosion melted. As his attacked gathered energy, Guardia suddenly found the wheel of energy at a size and strength unlike normal in appearance, the Flame Wheel as large as the Typhlosion's body itself, and only increasing after that. All at once, with a motion of his arms, the Inferno released the energy, targeting the two newcomer opponents from before, but also Wildfire, and Guardia.
Leon smirked, "Think that'll stop me chump?" He sneered as he quickly hopped to a building, grabing hold of the drain pipe and against the ground as he jumped up, grabbed onto a ledge with the tip of his claws and flipped himself up to grab the edge of the roof and pointed his free hand at the Inferno, about to attack with ice it seemed, but he balled his fist up and punched it into a window, gritting his teeth at the pain as he took out some shards and flung them right at the Inferno before pulling himself up on the roof.
The presence to the left couldn't help but grin at the wheel. The small Abra that had met with the Goldies much earlier on in the caverns ported right in front of the ball. He smirked as he held out both hands and a powerful psychic ripple flowed out to grab the ball and steady it. "Hehe, a new toy!" He giggled as sweat dripped down his face.
With a grunt the Abra began to raise his hands, slowly raising the rotating ball up. Inch by inch it rose and the Abra let out a cry as he began to feed his psychic powers into the ball, "Hehe... know who I was? Probably still am? I think so, or I could be another." He chuckled as the ball expanded more and more.
"The name was 'Surge'! Deal with it!" He screamed as he raised his hands up high and then pulled them down quickly causing the fireball to raise up and then fall down slowly, headed right at Inferno.
Inferno positioned his arm in front of him, creating a wall of fire with an ember to block agains the glass shards that the Weavile sent at him. Most of them melted before they got a chance to reach the Typhlosion, but one managed to slip past and swipe across his cheek, drawing blood, and anger from the Pokemon. It was yet another scar to add on to the decorations of them that litered the Sentinel's body. As the Abra began to meddle with his own attack, the Inferno was caught staring at the spectacle in front of him. As the attack was suddenly thrust at him, he opened his mouth, reacting as quickly as he could to stop the fireball with a flamethrower of his own. The two attacks clashed, causing a detonation of energy within the area, causing nearby buildings to collapse out of the sheer force. The Inferno held on with the flamethrower for a while, but the exertion of multiple powerful attacks had caused a bit of stagnation, giving the Abra's attack enough juice to make it through, and striking at the Sentinel. Dust, smoke and ash erupted into the air once the attack impacted with the Typhlosion, to the point where Guardia could no longer see the outcome, nor half of the Pokemon in the area. She coughed, the ash entering her lungs while the sweat dripped from her from the intense heat still present from the set of attacks. All around was ash, dust, smoke, and flames. Buildings in the immediate area were crumbling or some entirely destroyed, while others were on fire. Her paws, which clung to the ground, felt as if they were burning, and she didn't think she had the energy to stand to try to avoid it. The Inferno truly was as destructive as the rumors suggested.
But as the two Gold Tribe members-turned Affiliates showed, no Sentinel was immortal. The Inferno's form was finally shown among the smoke, a portion of his left arm scorched from the previous attack, and blood still flowing from his cheek. Unfortunately, now it appeared that the Sentinel was angry. Despite the injuries that he received, the anger that the Typhlosion now felt seemed to eclipse it. With all his targets in sight within his bloodshot eyes, he let out a deafening scream, and in response, his flames seemed to erupt across the battlefield, from all parts of his body as he targeted all of his opponents with a Blast Burn.