The rain had started again, however this time it was a lot more condensed. Thunderclouds swarmed over the city like combees in pollination, the change of weather coming as quite as a surprise to the medicham-morph. Then for a brief moment, he dropped his guard.
"Such depressing weather." he jeered, looking over his shoulder and into the nearest building as if he could see straight into the structure and at the source of the rain taking cover behind, "Looks like the brat's here."
The sound of bone striking steel then resonated in the air as her forearm came into contact with the medicham's barrier. Feeling the numbing sensation course through her arm once again, Plum looked up at the still distracted morph before inquiring as to what the hell he was talking about.
Standing unphased by the sudden attack, Peach simply replied, "Your target's over there."
Cocking a curious brow over in the general direction of her opponent's line of sight, the scyther-morph pursed her bloodied lips in irritation. "You shouldn't be concentrating on that..." she breathed, pulling her right arm back while holding the surface of the barrier with her other hand, "You should be worrying about me!"
Throwing her entire weight into her right arm once again, Plum launched a second attack against the barrier, to which the medicham casually watched on without a worry. "How impertinent." he started, quite confident that her next attempt in breaking his defense was simply a waste of time, "Didn't you hear me? Sabrina's over there. Isn't she who you're after?"
"You won't stop me?!" she barked as her scythe rebounded off his Protect once again, causing her to wince in pain as the shock seeped into her arm muscles.
"Well of course." he sneered, patting underneath the spot where she had struck as if to clarify its still unscathed condition, "But I was just thinking-"
"When do you not?"
"Yes, well anyway, I was just thinking..." he continued in a far less amused tone, "That your friends might need some assistance. Your leader especially. So now what will you do?"
Despite her natural loathing of the medicham-morph and general distrust in his words, something inside her snapped. If what he said was true, she needed to decide on her next course of action and she had to decide before it was too late.
"Well, you should also take into account that if you do go..." Peach proceeded to explain, "We will simply kill the squirtle-morph."
It took a moment for both parties to then realise what happened next, both the medicham and scyther-morph surprised for the exact same reason; she had broken his Protect.
"U-Unbelievable..." he merely breathed, watching the transparent barrier shatter into pieces around him, "How..."
Looking on in equal surprise that her plan had worked, Plum could only continue forward with the momentum of her attack, the edge of her scythe cutting into his side. "It worked."
Flinching from the pain, Peach roughly grabbed the exposed edge of the blade with his free hands and with all his might retracted her arm from his wound. Then, clutching his side, he staggered backwards, his brow furrowed and eyes glowing violently before immediately turning to the tripped girl.
"I don't know how you did that..." he spat, both his hands and side bleeding from her assault, "So I'll have you tell me before I kill you."
Smiling cheekily at the morph's subtle outburst, Plum quickly got to her feet and readied her scythes in preparation for the other's attack. "You sure are confident." she smirked, licking the blood on her lips, "Alright, let's see this last move of yours."
The moment she finished speaking, she felt an unmeasurable sensation come over her as if her whole body had become numb and she could no longer move or control herself. "W-What is this?!" she managed to sputter through clenched teeth, as she struggled against her own actions.
His limp frame stood hunched in the rain as his eyes remained continually glowing, a similarly toned hue encasing her entire body.
"I can't move or use any other techniques but I'll have you tell me what you did and then die." he breathed through a shadowed smile as the sky grew even darker, the continuing downpour coming down in sleets over him, "Now, tell me."
His Psychic was a lot stronger than she could have ever imagined, even though she had a natural advantage over him type wise. It was no wonder he was saving it for his last attack. And as long as the blue hue engulfed her body, she couldn't even move an inch of her body, only her eyes and mouth remained unrestricted.
"Heh. I don't mind telling you." she smiled, looking down on him through narrowed eyes, the rain soaking her through and through, "But I'll be the one killing you."
"I'm waiting."
Looking over his already battered condition, Plum explained, "It's simple. I just struck the same spot over and over again. Like an egg."
"I see." he breathed with a faint smile, his still glowing eyes illuminating the shadowed street, "So you just kept pushing my mental limitations until it broke..."
"What the hell are you talking about?" she huffed, "Now let me go so I can kick your ass!"
Tilting his head in one quick motion, she suddenly felt an unbelievable pressure against her body and she was immediately flung onto the ground, her arms thrown unnaturally forward to inflict as much damage as possible as the weight of her body fell onto them. Crying out from the sharp pain running through her chest as her bones twisted under the pressure, her arms began to bleed onto the soaked pavement. Clenching her teeth to bare the pain, Plum pushed herself up onto her feet and quickly turned onto her opponent once again, more than determined to end the fight, his glowing eyes being the only indicator as to where she was charging to attack under the increasing downpour.
"Die!"
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The rain was now coming down in such heavy sleets that she could no longer see any more than six feet in front of her. Travis and the gallade-morph had disappeared from sight and the coursing wind made it impossible to hear anything, let alone call out to him, which she tried to do regardless. It was then that she remembered her opponent's previous words about Clove's confrontation with their target before realising he and everyone else from the west side team were in trouble. Despite distrusting him, her instincts told her he was right. Not only that, she also needed to find her own team as well but in the ongoing storm, doing either was close to impossible.
It was then that she noticed an unbelievably intense killing intent in the direction of the city's center, the very place they were told to avoid.
Deciding it was due time to make a decision, she quickly manhandled her PLF issued pager from her blouse and hastily sent a message to her accompanyment, 'U gaiz bettr not b dead! If u arnt head 2 the centr of the ct. ill meet u ther. If u r ded ill kik ur asses wen u get bac! Luv Plum'. Ignoring the incoherent jumble she had just jacked into the device, the scyther-morph quickly twisted her tattered robe around her torso to avoid her exposed front before sprinting off towards the source of the overwhelming aura.
"Must be Clove..." she huffed under her breath as she hopped over her previous opponent, the fallen medicham-morph before sprinting forward, "He's the only one who could give off such a presence. That bastard! He's hogging all the fun!"
