Phanima
That servant of the evil one
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"It's not my fault you decided to break the rules and stop me from saving your butt..." the scyther-morph spat under her breath, crossing her arms in a huff as Clove continued with his briefing.
Deciding to keep quiet as to not waste anymore time, since she was already becoming impatient with waiting to storm the city, it came as a slight surprise to see the usually collected commander lose his cool in front of the group, their tardiness and almost definitive odds of accomplishing the mission being close to naught. She had seen the cacturne-morph irritated before but seeing him launch a full on Solarbeam during the start of their assault was news to her. He was either under a lot of pressure from the operations commander or was just plain pissed. Whatever the case and putting aside all logical reasoning, she was all for a full on assault despite the overwhelming odds.
It then came to her attention that they would be splitting up into two separate groups and given specific instructions to avoid any and all axial routes through the city. The first group heading west while the second east. In her particular case, along with Jade, Lakel, Travis and Jack, she would be driving straight for the gym in the northeast part of town. And that was perfectly fine by her. Her only concern being the extent and capabilities of the newcomers' skills. Of course, what better way to test them and see for herself than this?
"Oi!" she called over her shoulder to her accompanying squad of four, picking herself up after falling from the sheer force of the reflected Solarbeam, to which was then deflected by the rugged squirtle-morph, "Let's go! We're heading straight for the gym, so ignore the weaklings and rush inside!"
Unable to surpress a smile for having waited two long weeks to finally see some action, Plum rolled up her sleeves and cocked her neck. The mission had begun and she was ready to get her scythes dirty. Looking ahead, the distance between their current position and the south wall of the city was no less than two-hundred meters, the latter half already swarmed with incoming cannonfodder. And judging by the small commotion already breaking out amongst the mass, it seemed that the monkey girl had already proceeded ahead. This was their chance.
"Stop wasting your energy! Hurry and get inside!" the scyther-morph called to her group, "The others can handle themselves!"
With that, Plum immediately raced forward, avoiding the charging psychic and fighting types that got in her way. In little less than a minute she had arrived at the spot where Alice had previously aided in breaking the abnormally large Light Screen, the only enemy left standing in her way being the initial counter attacking wobbuffet-morph.
Seing the delictable scyther-morph arrive, the plump little man grinned, flashing his crooked stained teeth. Then in mere seconds, an orange light began to emanate from and around his blue oblong body. A counter.
"Hit me all you like scum." he sneered, very much amused at his current state, "But you won't get past me!"
In essence, he was right, whatever she dished out, he would only return twofold. Of course, the main problem with a technique such as this was that if she didn't attack at all, neither could he until it wore out. And judging by his appearance, he wasn't much of the pursuing type either. So all she had to do was...
"Later!" she called with a smile, hopping past him and hitting the paved walkway inside, "Made it!"
"Not quite!" came a gruff voice behind her, to which she turned to face only to receive a heavy blow to her gut.
Her breath immediately escaped her lungs as she fell back from the force, clutching her sides as she winced from the pain. Looking up, she came face to face with a rather elegant looking medicham and gallade-morph.
"Who do you think you are?" the latter sneered as the first retracted its fist, "Soiling this city with your presence. How low will the PLF go?"
"You bastards..." Plum coughed, as she struggled to regain her breath, one hand still holding her side to accommodate the pain.
They had broken at least two of her ribs and from just one punch. Their strength and skill level must have been at an extremely high caliber. These weren't just some disposable lackeys, they were...
"W-Who the hell are you?" she demanded, poising her remaining blade at the two PokeMorphs, both remaining standing in place.
Snickering at the sight, the gallade-morph simply crossed his arms while the medicham-morph took the initiative, "We are the hybrids of the city's two gyms, the psychic and fighting morphs. We are Saffron's elite."
Deciding to keep quiet as to not waste anymore time, since she was already becoming impatient with waiting to storm the city, it came as a slight surprise to see the usually collected commander lose his cool in front of the group, their tardiness and almost definitive odds of accomplishing the mission being close to naught. She had seen the cacturne-morph irritated before but seeing him launch a full on Solarbeam during the start of their assault was news to her. He was either under a lot of pressure from the operations commander or was just plain pissed. Whatever the case and putting aside all logical reasoning, she was all for a full on assault despite the overwhelming odds.
It then came to her attention that they would be splitting up into two separate groups and given specific instructions to avoid any and all axial routes through the city. The first group heading west while the second east. In her particular case, along with Jade, Lakel, Travis and Jack, she would be driving straight for the gym in the northeast part of town. And that was perfectly fine by her. Her only concern being the extent and capabilities of the newcomers' skills. Of course, what better way to test them and see for herself than this?
"Oi!" she called over her shoulder to her accompanying squad of four, picking herself up after falling from the sheer force of the reflected Solarbeam, to which was then deflected by the rugged squirtle-morph, "Let's go! We're heading straight for the gym, so ignore the weaklings and rush inside!"
Unable to surpress a smile for having waited two long weeks to finally see some action, Plum rolled up her sleeves and cocked her neck. The mission had begun and she was ready to get her scythes dirty. Looking ahead, the distance between their current position and the south wall of the city was no less than two-hundred meters, the latter half already swarmed with incoming cannonfodder. And judging by the small commotion already breaking out amongst the mass, it seemed that the monkey girl had already proceeded ahead. This was their chance.
"Stop wasting your energy! Hurry and get inside!" the scyther-morph called to her group, "The others can handle themselves!"
With that, Plum immediately raced forward, avoiding the charging psychic and fighting types that got in her way. In little less than a minute she had arrived at the spot where Alice had previously aided in breaking the abnormally large Light Screen, the only enemy left standing in her way being the initial counter attacking wobbuffet-morph.
Seing the delictable scyther-morph arrive, the plump little man grinned, flashing his crooked stained teeth. Then in mere seconds, an orange light began to emanate from and around his blue oblong body. A counter.
"Hit me all you like scum." he sneered, very much amused at his current state, "But you won't get past me!"
In essence, he was right, whatever she dished out, he would only return twofold. Of course, the main problem with a technique such as this was that if she didn't attack at all, neither could he until it wore out. And judging by his appearance, he wasn't much of the pursuing type either. So all she had to do was...
"Later!" she called with a smile, hopping past him and hitting the paved walkway inside, "Made it!"
"Not quite!" came a gruff voice behind her, to which she turned to face only to receive a heavy blow to her gut.
Her breath immediately escaped her lungs as she fell back from the force, clutching her sides as she winced from the pain. Looking up, she came face to face with a rather elegant looking medicham and gallade-morph.
"Who do you think you are?" the latter sneered as the first retracted its fist, "Soiling this city with your presence. How low will the PLF go?"
"You bastards..." Plum coughed, as she struggled to regain her breath, one hand still holding her side to accommodate the pain.
They had broken at least two of her ribs and from just one punch. Their strength and skill level must have been at an extremely high caliber. These weren't just some disposable lackeys, they were...
"W-Who the hell are you?" she demanded, poising her remaining blade at the two PokeMorphs, both remaining standing in place.
Snickering at the sight, the gallade-morph simply crossed his arms while the medicham-morph took the initiative, "We are the hybrids of the city's two gyms, the psychic and fighting morphs. We are Saffron's elite."