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 Jezenya diHadi's Travels
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 Posted: Sep 20 2014, 05:48 PM
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[ /lotad stares back

.7 for ya. >D]

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The lotad had no real head, so when he tilted it he had to do it with his entire body. Rain sloshed dangerously in his leaf dish, but his eyes were fixated on Jez and the words she was telling him. The same adoration he'd shown before shone in his beady little eyes, and once she was done he nodded eagerly. Anything for this lovely, strange being his parents and siblings had told her explicitly to not come near.

He followed her to the edge of the sea, and only then did he pause for a split second as he finally realized the magnitude of what she was asking him. Washing the other boats to sea was no big deal. One giant Surf would do that, and he had the water right there to provide for the attack. But actually propelling one of them across that choppy water? Lotad hesitated on the beach, staring edgily at the sea beyond. His kind was lake- and river-dwelling, and though he can tolerate the salt contents just fine...well...

But then he looked at Jez again and imagined her speaking kind things to him, paying attention to him, and the possibility solidified his resolve. He tottered towards the beach and then immersed himself in the ocean until only his leaf dish was visible. For a moment it might seem to Jez like he was just floating in place out there, some four feet from shore.

Then the lotad inhaled, and the ocean breathed with him. Where the wave crashed in and pulled out, the latter action became magnified with strength so much that it pulled all of the boats and a good amount of the sands out. Jez would have to run to catch up with one of those boats, but she would manage to do it with some degree of grace and get herself on board. The lotad exhaled, the boats floating back to shore, but he inhaled again and they drifted off. On the third try they were lost to the ocean, too far from the beach for the violent waves to bring them back in anytime soon, and too deep for even grown men to run out and get them.

Jez was alone in one of those boats for a moment, the paddles available to her and the interior quite dry if a little useless against the churning water. But she didn't have to wait long until her friend came back, bolting out of the water in a harmless Waterfall that unfortunately sprayed her with water and landed on his back right next to where she was sitting, wiggling his six legs helplessly.

Once he was put onto his feet firmly once again, the next work would begin. Lotad waddled up to the head of the boat and stared at the ocean right beneath him. The dopey look on his face, unseen to Jez unless she actively tried to get into an awkward position to see it, switched to one of intense concentration. He made a sound not different from a constipation patient.

And the water eased up around them, gentle enough that Jez, paddling, can get them to the ship. Whatever strength she couldn't provide, Lotad could do it. Slowly, tediously, he pushed them towards their destination. The sea roared and shoved against the boat, but the lotad's determination prevailed.

They went around to the side, where a rope ladder could still be seen. There on the railing where the ladder led to, a pelipper can be seen. The scruffy pokemon eyed them critically for a second before fleeing, disappearing from sight. But it didn't look to be a guard, if Jez waited around to see if it was going to bring any reinforcement back. It wouldn't.

Friend Lotad flopped over on his side and closed his eyes, panting. He'd been able to get her here, but getting her back seemed to be a sudden problem. If Jez would spend a little time to look around, she would find a length of good, sturdy ropes. Ten or so feet down across the length of the ship, there would be the chains of the anchor. She can paddle that way with some last help from Lotad and secure the ship there. The rope ladder would require a small jump, but that was about it. She would make it if she timed it right.

The deck above was grimy on Jez's bare feet and empty. No pokemons or people can be seen save for a teenage boy several years younger than Jez pressed up against the other side. He snored loudly, hugging a bottle of rum quite intimately. The door to the hold, she can see, was wide open. Stairs led down to the second level...where, if Jez came closer, she can hear noises like a big brawl was going on.

A minute later Joel strode up to the deck, tightening the drawstrings of his breeches. Like her, he was barefoot, but looked much worse for the wear. His shirt and armors were gone, and there were long bruising scratches on his muscled abdomen and shoulders. If they hurt that much, though, he didn't show it. Mostly he looked supremely unamused with everything going on around him.

That look changed briefly to honest surprise when he saw Jez. It faded just as quickly, though, and Joel slung a familiar-looking pack he'd been carrying over one shoulder to throw it at her. It was, in fact, her belongings. "Took my pokemons," he said, jerking his bearded chin behind him. There were shouts in the hold now, coming closer. "Hope you know how to fight. It ain't gonna be easy."

Right then the first of the pokemons burst out of the hold. Joel sidestepped Jez and moved behind her, rolling his shoulders. Something dangerous lurked in his eyes, but he looked contented to let her lead the charge. After all, her pokeballs could be found in the pack the moment she opened it--all of them. And the opponent to unroll and face her right then was a growling chespin.

Two men, bruised around the face and the chest, came thundering up next to it. They shouted profanities at Joel, then paled when he looked at them, and didn't go any further than their own pokemon--which took the cue on her own and jumped forward, lashing out at the nearest thing to her with a Vine Whip.


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Well, alright, so she was going to have to paddle. The lotad's Waterfall-powered leap had already doused her, a fact that she was still trying to resolutely ignore (her poor haaaaaair). No one would ever say that Jezenya diHadi shirked hard work when hard work needed to be done, though, so she gripped an oar in each hand. Tight-lipped and muscles straining, the dancer brought each paddle from the water, rotated them forward, and dropped them into the choppy waves so she could drag them back and start all over. Her body leaned forward and back with each respective motion, and despite her dancer's background and level of fitness she began to tire before she reached the ship. Who would have thought that trying to row a boat in a lightly-stormy ocean could be so tiring? Jez thought, checking over her shoulder to eye her progress. Hopefully this exertion wouldn't be for nothing. At least her lotad ally had been able to get rid of the other boats.

She was fighting the burn of overexertion by the time she reached the ship- and yay there was a rope ladder- and Jez swiftly realized that she couldn't just leave the rowboat here if she wanted to keep it. Even assuming Joel was on board the larger ship didn't mean the two of them could sail it, so they'd need the smaller vessel if they wanted to return to the island. Thankfully a quick scan revealed a length of strong rope, and the woman could see the chained anchor not too far down the hull. She rowed to it as swiftly as she could, tying the rowboat to the chain after confirming that she could make it to the ladder from here. "Rest up." Jez advised the lotad with a solemn nod. After a second of contemplation she flashed the pokemon a warm smile as a reward, then turned and stood precariously near the boat's edge. This was where her dancer training would come in very handy.

Jez paused, crouching and gathering herself, silently eyeing the distance and judging what amount of force she'd need to stick the landing. Suddenly she leaped, legs stretched like she was performing ballet, and her toes touched a rung of the ladder just as her hand snagged the side of it. Her momentum would have quickly ripped her grasp free were she not quick enough to grab another rung with her free hand, but the ladder still swayed dangerously across the ship's hull. Jez clung to it, pressing her body as close as she could to the ship, and only started climbing once the ladder went still.

By this point the woman had gotten used to being less-than-hygenically-ideal, so the grime underfoot barely gave her pause. She sucked in a few deep breaths once she was on deck, casting her eyes around in search of people or pokemon. There were none, thank Entei (the snoozing drunk kid didn't count), but Jez was still woefully ill-prepared to take on anyone in a battle. There was no foliage here to hide her presence, so she'd just have to be as sneaky as possible and hope the sounds of the storm were enough to mask any noise she made. There was
a door to the lower decks, and Jez immediately veered for it. Something rather reminiscent of a brawl floated up to her ears, though, and she saw a form hammering up the stairs. Quickly the woman hopped back, wary, but when Joel's form burst onto the deck she smiled in relief. If the situation hadn't been as dire as it was she might have snagged herself an eyeful, too. Who knew how long it would be before she saw the man this unclothed again?

Quick reflexes jerked her arm up, catching her beloved pack out of midair. Joel didn't need to say a thing about fighting; she could hear his pursuers, and she was already opening the top and reaching in for a pokeball. Looked like they were all here. Thank the legendaries.

Choosing Sekhmet was her first instinct, but Jez quickly dismissed the idea. The vulpix hated pokeballs, but she'd hate a wet deck, rain, and the possibility of being swept out to see even more. The very thought of that risk sent a fearful shiver down her spine. But Anuket? Anuket might just win the day for them. Jez had pegged the zangoose as the type that liked a challenge. The woman snagged the pokeball and tossed it to the deck just as the first man topped the stairs, and by the time the chespin was out, so was Jez's pokemon. Anuket glowered at otter and pirates alike, dragging her large claws menacingly across the wood underfoot. It was obvious that she had some sense of what was going on, and she wasn't happy about it.

When the chespin lashed out with a set of vines, Anuket was there to intercept. She zipped in the way and raised a paw to try and catch the attack, ignoring any pain that shot down her arm and rotating her wrist. If she could just loop the vines around her paw enough she could simply drag the offending pokemon towards her and hit her with her free claws. At the very least the zangoose looked ready to toss the annoying little bugger overboard.

Jez smiled, putting Anuket's pokeball in one palm, closing her pack, and sliding both straps over her shoulder. "If I were you, boys, I'd let us go." She purred. Hopefully Anuket could convince the men (if they weren't half-convinced already) that Jez and Joel were too much bother to keep going after.

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-grabbed for the Vine Whip so she could wrap said vines around one paw
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[ Yooooo .7 for you, Jez. MY GOD HAS ABANDONED ME!! ]

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The Vine Whip would have slapped Anuket on the left eye if she hadn't been fast enough to raise her paw and block it off. As it was, it lashed around her arm and hung tight, the chespin's eyes widening as she realized what exactly was happening as soon as she felt the first tug.

But of course, pirates' pokemons weren't known to be that easy to beat off. Anuket's muscles bulged under her fur as she gave the vine a curt pull, but more vines had already sprouted under the chespin's feet, wrapping tightly around her middle in an improvised Grass Knot to keep her grounded. What it ended up being was a zangoose and her opponent locked together in a tug-of-war. It wouldn't be too hard for Anuket to get out of, whether by brute force (the grass-type was much lighter and much weaker, after all) or by simply cutting the vine, but it bought everyone else a precious few seconds.

Chespin's handlers seemed to smell the shift in the battlefield. "Get 'im!" the black-haired one bellowed through his bleeding nose and charged ahead of his partner, barreling straight for Jez and Joel. He drew a dagger from his belt as he went, brandishing it at the two of them.

Joel stepped forward and intercepted him long before he reached them. He rammed his elbow into the knife's arm, his other fist into the man's throat, and his foot into his crotch nearly all at once--and pushed him away to the floor. The other sailor, creeping to the side in an attempt to flank them, froze.

But Joel wasn't done. He yanked the knife out of his first assailant and made a run for the other pirate. With a yelp, the other man tried to hop out of the way--failed, as Joel's foot landed right on his toes and tripped him--and then choked as Joel punched him in the solar plexus. He lifted his foot, slammed his open palm into the man's chin, and knocked him back, overboard. A moment later there was a loud splash.

If the chespin's stalemate hadn't yet been broken, she would do so now--retracted her vine, with some difficulty, disentangled herself from the Grass Knot so she could hop back a few steps. Down in the hold there were more raised voices and footsteps; they could hear it, in the few moments where the winds died down on the deck.

"They don't know when to give up," Joel grumbled, sounding more irritated than angry, even as he stalked back over and grabbed the leftover man by the cuff of his bloody shirt and dragged him up, pressing his knife to his jugular pulse. Not taking his eyes off the blue-and-purple face, Joel told Jez, "Watch 'em for me. Probably's got two or three men left an' about as many pokemons. If there're too many we're gettin' out--just gimme a sec."

And sure enough, he had scarcely finished when another pokemon burst out of the hold, barking viciously. Lightning crackled over its white and blue fur, its cherry-red eyes narrowed. The chespin hobbled back to her partner's side, sniffling. The manectric barely glanced at her before raising his head, letting out a long, bone-chilling howl.

Joel dragged his new captive a little behind Jez, muttering about the location of his pokemons and where the hell the filthy pirates had hidden them. The fight, if just for a little while, was in Jez's hand--though according to Joel, it might be a better idea simply to distract them long enough so they could escape.


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http://i832.photobucket.com/albums/zz241/HarperRegion/1-Chespin_zpsa1e3fcdc.png http://i832.photobucket.com/albums/zz241/HarperRegion/Sprites/e335251.gif Lv. 11
- Used Grass Knot on herself to force Anuket into a tug of war
- You can say that Slash hit if Anuket ended up using it anyway
- Retreating, probably won't try to frontline again

http://i832.photobucket.com/albums/zz241/HarperRegion/Sprites/310manectric.png http://i832.photobucket.com/albums/zz241/HarperRegion/Sprites/e335252.gif Lv. 28
- Just arrived! Very aggressive
- Used Howl
- Readying Spark, will charge on your turn
> Atk. +1

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Anuket wasn't very willing to let go of what she saw as a captive. She wasn't willing to at all, actually, and she simply tried to overpower the chespin with another rough yank. The zangoose seemed to be well aware that she would eventually win the tug-of-war, but she'd been hoping to make more progress in the few seconds of the fight than she did. A low growl escaped the pokemon, and her eyes shifted to the door as the manectric burst out of holddeck. This chespin was surprisingly strong, but if Jez did decide to let Sekhmet free, the grass-type wouldn't stand a chance. That canine was a much more serious threat, especially with the water splashing about on deck.

When the chespin tried to draw away her vines Anuket let her, unraveling her clawed hand and turning towards the manectric. She and Jez shared a look- Jez herself was rather relieved, not to mention grateful, that this mysterious addition to her team was a smart, competent fighter. The zangoose seemed capable of analyzing the field and making decisions just as well as her handler, and there was something advantageous to having a pokemon that didn't need to be directed like a puppet. Anuket could distract the manectric while Jez worked on a way to get them all out of here.

The woman watched Joel drag his captive behind her out of the corner of her eye, thinking quickly. If her companion's mutterings were true, then he needed his things and they'd be foolish to leave the ship without them. But how likely was it that Joel's possessions and pokemon were even here? Jez, after all, had been separated from hers- she'd been on shore and her bag on the ship. If these pirates had thought that she might be dangerous if given the chance to recover her bag then it could easily be said that they felt the same about Joel, which would mean that his stuff was on shore. But it was still just a guess.

"There's a rowboat tethered to the ship!" Jez said over the wind, pointing towards the ladder that she'd climbed up to get on deck. "A bit of a jump, if you want to take it. Just don't squish the lotad, he helped." The handler was all but giving Joel the reins. She'd follow his lead.

In the meantime she kept her eyes on the pokemon battle, reaching into her bag for the pokeball she instinctively knew to be Sekhmet's. Water or not, the vulpix was likely to be needed. Besides, the spoiled fox did need to learn when to put aside her vanity.

It took only a few seconds for all of these thoughts to run through her head. Once they had, and she'd turned her eyes back to the fight, Anuket made her move. She leaped through the air with a loud battlecry, paws out and ready to start slashing. Once she was close she swiped one of them viciously at the manectric in a Night Slash, fully prepared to just crash into the dog no matter the consequences. Jez curled her fingers around Sekhmet's pokeball, keeping on ear open for potential instructions from Joel.

http://i832.photobucket.com/albums/zz241/HarperRegion/Sprites/335zangoose.png http://i832.photobucket.com/albums/zz241/HarperRegion/Sprites/e335251.gif Lvl. 28
- let go of chespin
- flying at the manectric and using Night Slash

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[ .7 for you. MISSED ME???

Also permission to get Vain Vulpix out there obtained. ]

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The manectric's leg muscles tensed and she leaped forward, her body blazing white-yellow with lightning, just as Anuket crashed into her with Night Slash. The claws of their feet gouged into the wooden deck as the two pushed against each other, locked into place. Behind Manectric, Chespin hopped from foot to foot nervously, unsure what she should do. One the one hand she was sure that she could take a potshot at Anuket's side. On the other hand, she wasn't that brave. She knew her way around a battle...kinda...but her brief encounter with the female zangoose made her think twice.

So she did the next best thing possible. While the manectric finally pulled away from Anuket to zap her with a Thunderbolt--it hit, but bounced off under a split-second Protect followed by another Night Slash--the chespin hopped to the side, her vines lashing out for Jez.

The distance was a little too far for the Vine Whip to do anything more than graze the young woman, but graze her it did. It left a stinging mark on her left arm that began to seep blood only a moment later, and the chespin made a noise somewhere between nervous and excited. She hopped forward, her body glowing in preparation for an Energy Ball of some sort. She shouted and fired it--

--right into Sekhmet.

It was hard to tell whether the vulpix popped out of her pokeball because Jez's fingers accidentally pressed on her pokeball's button or if she'd found away out of it herself, but there she was, bursting into existence in a flash of pure white that materialized into a...vulpix that looked nothing like Sekhmet.

The tips of Sekhmet's tails had somehow turned white, and her coat of fur had turned into a brindle pattern, if this was Sekhmet at all. She tossed her head and hissed in irritation when the Energy Ball slammed against her side and sizzled out; the attack did little to no damage to her, and she sniffed again in derision. She hopped from leg to leg, glancing at her surroundings once, before zeroing in on the now-nervous chespin.

The air around her shimmered with heat. Chespin squeaked and scampered out of the way, but not fast enough--Flamethrower burst out of Sekhmet's mouth and seared her back, sending her stumbling on her face.

Below the deck, the shouting had lessened some. If Jez paid attention, she might see half a head of a cautious pirate peeking up to examine the situation. He quickly ducked out of sight, though, and probably wouldn't resurface anytime soon. In front of her Anuket was still being kept busy by the manectric, who bit and snapped, baring her teeth in response to the zangoose's sharp claws. Behind Jez, Joel was more or less breaking his captive's arm, trying to get him to confess something. He would've at least seen the boat.

What now?


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http://i832.photobucket.com/albums/zz241/HarperRegion/Sprites/310manectric.png http://i832.photobucket.com/albums/zz241/HarperRegion/Sprites/e335251.gif Lv. 28
- Countered Night Slash with Spark; small damages
- Circling Anuket, snarling
> +1 Atk.

http://i832.photobucket.com/albums/zz241/HarperRegion/Sprites/335zangoose.png http://i832.photobucket.com/albums/zz241/HarperRegion/Sprites/e335251.gif Lv. 28
- Circling the manectric
- Fine; small damages from Spark

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- Whole back burned raw by Sekhmet's Flamethrower, trying to crawl away
- Out of commission (?)

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Jez frowned. For a few seconds her confused mind tried to explain why a strange, brindled creature had popped out of what should have been Sekhmet's pokeball. The most logical explanation was that it wasn't her vulpix's pokeball. Sure, a vulpix had been freed, but these were pirates they were dealing with. Who knew what kind of rare pokemon they had pilfered and stolen away? No doubt the wrong pokeball had been shoved into her bag somehow, which meant that the real Sekhmet was still somewhere below deck.

Unless.

The dancer narrowed her eyes briefly, studying the brindle vulpix with careful scrutiny. Jez's instincts were telling her that this was her pokemon, and the more she watched, the more she noticed the subtle visual cues. The way the vulpix held herself, the disdain visible on her face and in the lines of her body, was almost intimately familiar. There was only one way to be positive.

I'm surprised you're allowing yourself to be on a wet ship deck in the middle of a storm, Jez said quietly in her mind. She somehow knew that she would get a response.

I must punish the ones responsible for putting me here in the first place! Sekhmet responded promptly, her mental voice righteously furious.

So it was her. Jez was floored. What had happened to spur such a dramatic physical change? What happened to you?

What? Sekhmet, who had been admiring her work on the chespin, glanced down at herself out of instinct. She froze for several seconds. What happened is that I...am...beautiful! The vulpix turned and pranced back to her handler, tails high. When her paws slipped on the slick deck, she caught herself with as much pride and grace as she could muster.

Great, now she was going to be even more insufferable than usual. Jez felt a lance of warm affection jolt through her regardless, but a seed of worry had also planted itself in the back of her mind. She would deal with that later- for now, she had some pirates to defeat.

Anuket was still holding her own against the manectric, who was easily a more significant threat than the little grass otter had been. But the zangoose seemed eager, and more than willing to rise to that challenge. Neither pokemon had an advantage over the other, not really, but the wet deck did give the hound an edge. Anuket could use electric attacks, too, but they'd barely do anything to the manectric. For now she circled in place, keeping track of the pacing dog.

This could get messy fast. You know, if that manectric is allowed to electrify the floor, your gorgeous new fur is at risk.

That got Sekhmet's attention. She whirled, almost doing two rotations instead of one thanks to the water underpaw, and glared at said manectric. Well. This wouldn't do.

With a quick, almost accusatory glance up at Jez, Sekhmet leaped forward to join the fray. The poor injured chespin was all but ignored, giving her time to escape back to the confines of the ship. Anuket, meanwhile, noted Sekhmet's approach and lashed out at the manectric with a round of Fury Swipes. Jez could see that the zangoose was trying to capture her foe's attention, and whether or not she succeeded, Sekhmet used that window to attack from the other side.

Rather than shoot more flames, she opened her mouth and Roared. It wasn't as impressive as it would have been coming from an arcanine, but there was a rumbling snarl present that nonetheless made her sound intimidating.

Jez moved to the side, her gaze falling to the injured chespin. She felt sorry for the poor thing, despite the fact that it was a pirate's pokemon. What would they do to it, now that it was so injured? Perhaps she could just...spirit it away, find it a better home...the dancer edged after the crawling otter, glancing rapidly between the pokemon and the entrance to the hold. The last thing she needed was a pirate leaping out at her with weapons ready to go.

http://i832.photobucket.com/albums/zz241/HarperRegion/Sprites/335zangoose.png http://i832.photobucket.com/albums/zz241/HarperRegion/Sprites/e335251.gif Lv. 30
- attacking the manectric with Fury Swipes
- trying to distract the manectric from Sekhmet

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- using Roar on manectric

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Manectrics were quick pokemons, in mind and body both, and favored guards for anyone with enough time to train their previous evolution, but even this one found it difficult to turn her attention away from the ninety pounds of sharp claws and danger barreling at her. Anuket's Fury Swipes cleaved into Manectric's chest and leg once, twice, leaving bloody gashes, before the electric-type reared up and kicked her back with a blast of lightning and a roar.

Sekhmet's own Roar drowned her out. The manectric jumped and froze, every survival instinct working against her in the terror induced by the move. In the two seconds she could not shake herself of the fear, Anuket closed the distance between them again. This time she swiped at Manectric with Night Slash, taking advantage of the distraction.

Her claws pierced into the manectric's body below the throat and drew up, tearing skin and organs apart. The dog gave a gurgling yelp and pedaled backwards, and Anuket let it go without a second look. She knew it was over. Sure enough, it only managed a few steps before crumbling to its knees, then over to one side. There it lay gasping for a few moments before giving one last shiver and then lying still.

There was a horrible crack sound to the side, accompanied by a man's scream. Jez turned to see that Joel, in his rage, had gone ahead and broken his hostage's arm. He was bent over the man's ear, whispering something, while the sailor's face was wet with tears. After a short answer from the man, Joel sneered and hurled him overboard.

There was a loud splash as he hit the waters. The poacher straightened and dusted his hands. "They got my pokemons back on the shore, bastards," Joel told Jezenya. His voice was calm, but only as calm as storm clouds on the horizon. "Ravager and Sneak are pokeball-trained. They'll break out on their own if they're held in for too long. We need to get back."

He gestured to the boat over to the side, then paused when he finally noticed Jez's new-and-improved vulpix. Joel bent and squinted at her critically for a moment. "What, you got cursed or something?" he asked gruffly, but sounded intrigued nonetheless. Then he pointed to the door leading down to the hold. "diHadi, set 'em on fire. I'll get the boat ready. And don't worry, I won't leave you."

The last part was spoken dryly, like Joel was acknowledging the possibility as a humorous thought. Without another word, he leaped overboard and Jezenya could hear the quiet thunk of him hitting that boat. If she went to look, she could see him looking around for oars and cursing, then "negotiating" with the frightened lotad who was still hanging around there.

Perhaps Joel's meaning was to simply breathe fire into the hold and escape. That...was certainly a cruel method, but if Jez was willing to do it - or perhaps not do it - and finished quickly, she could stand to leave. It was a short jump down, and then she would be home-free with all of her things and a handsome older man, if the older man was quite naked of defenses himself.

There was the matter of the chespin, too, who was quietly trying to crawl away.


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Jez winced, trying to force down the mental scream that bubbled in her throat, the scream that threatened to become real. She'd expected injuries, particularly with Anuket fighting, but not this. She hadn't wanted to kill the canine, especially not when it was just doing what it had been ordered to do. It took the woman several moments to tear her eyes from the manectric's heaving body, despite the instincts that shouted at her to help it. She knew it was over, just as the zangoose did. That didn't make it any less horrific.

For the first time since Jez had left Navdia she realized that she was in the real world. Up until now it had been a game, an amusement; she was too charming and good at what she did to ever face a threat she couldn't get out of, or a pokemon she couldn't handle. Even when they'd been kidnapped Jez hadn't been too worried. It was all an adventure, a challenge that needed a solution, and she was a woman very good at coming up with solutions. Perhaps the handler wasn't facing her own mortality, as so many did when given a reality check, but the dying- the dead- dog was close enough.

The blood stained the deck and faded off in wispy tendrils as rain and seawater sloshed across the ship. Jez was too focused on Anuket's destruction to hear Joel breaking the captive sailor's arm, and the woman's hazel eyes found her stoic zangoose. They locked eyes, and without a word Jez recalled the pokemon to her pokeball. They would speak later, after a proper training regime had been thought up. A repeat of this performance would never happen again, even if it meant taking her key fighter out of the ring for a while.

Joel's "praise" was not lost on Sekhmet, who lifted her tails again as if he'd just paid her the highest compliment...which he technically had just by noticing. Jez nodded once in response to the man's request, knowing already that she would be disobeying it. "There's plenty of them on shore, too, in case you were wondering," she shouted over the wind, not sure she cared if he heard her. Once her companion was out of sight the woman turned, catching the chespin's slow crawl and eyeing the door to the hold. Sekhmet growled, flames poking out from the corners of her mouth as she glared after the retreating otter, and a note of panic flared in Jez's chest. Not again.

"No," she snapped, shoving her hand into her bag and groping for an empty pokeball. She hoped this worked, hoped that the chespin wasn't already tied to one of the sailors via pokeball- and, if she was, Jez would just take the Grass-type in her arms and cart her off that way. No matter how the chespin was treated her, Jez could offer her something better, train her long enough to be able to withstand a blast of fire. It wouldn't happen again. It wouldn't happen again.

"Sekhmet, set fire to the door. Make it flashy, but not too hot. I want Joel to see the flames, and I want them to be light enough that the rain will put them out before it can spread down below." The storm was heavy enough that Jez was confident the ship would take minor damage, if that. The vulpix gave her handler a lingering stare before unleashing a Fire Spin at the door. It looked big and destructive despite the fact that it was one of her weaker attacks, and as it stood her target was fairly wet. With luck there would be smoke and light for a few minutes, then not much else.

The handler, hopefully with a chespin in tow, turned and made for the escape boat. She paused long enough to glance at Sekhmet, and then pulled the vulpix's pokeball from her bag. "Sorry, dear, but this is an exceptional circumstance. It's to keep you from getting swept off into sea." Before the fox could protest it was over, her ball being safely tucked into the bag once more. Jez gave the manectric's corpse one last, lingering look, then groped for a rope or rope ladder to descend to the boat.

Once on board, she eyed both Joel and lotad. "Yeah, he's helping, I guess. I try not to ask too many questions. He volunteered."

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The pokeball did not work and would not take, in the tell-tale way that meant a pokemon had already been caught with one. Chespin shrieked at the sight of it when Jez managed to fish one out, or would have, if she wasn't panicking already in her arms; regardless, she wouldn't have the strength to resist as the handler bodily picked her up and took her down the rope. Plying her with Potions from her reclaimed pack would calm her some, but still she'd stare balefully at Jez with suspicion and anxiety at the pokeballs, occupied or otherwise, that she carried with her.

Joel glanced once at Jez once she made it down the rope, stared hard at the chespin that was now panting in Jez's arms and trying not to move too much, before he turned away to untie the boat from the chain that anchored the ship. "You guess?" he asked, tone just slightly on the side of annoyed, and nudged the lotad with one foot. The water-type had remained on his side, sides heaving for breath, but at the contact he groaned and maneuvered himself upright.

He also stared at up Jez with the same dopey smile on his face, though he was shaking slightly from exhaustion. The brief time that Jez had spent on-board the ship hadn't been enough to for it to recover its strength, it seemed, and so it was that Joel and Jez were relegated to rowing the boat themselves as the hold of the ship crackled and hissed, rain hitting fire.

They would have less of a hard time of it, at least, as the waves from the sea carried them in the general direction of the shore. Joel took over the paddles, maneuvering them with surprising dexterity as rudders, and said nothing, though he wouldn't protest if Jez chose to take some of the burden herself. His knuckles were white around the handle.

At least no one on the ship seemed inclined to chase them. There was more smoke than fire, now, but still the wind carried the arid stench of something acrid burning in addition to the usual sea-salt.

"You should throw the thing overboard," Joel said suddenly, and would nod to wherever Jez was keeping the chespin. "One of the ship's pokemon - they'll come after her."

The otter bared her teeth at him and he, still Supremely Unimpressed, turned away. "We'll land soon, and then we need to find their camp. They have my 'mons in one of their houses, probably the leader's. Mike's always been the arrogant kind."

From the way Joel said his name, apparently he and Mike had quite a history with each other. Joel would say nothing of it, though, and outright ignore any questions until they landed. Thankfully, the beach they washed up on was devoid of any pirates for now, though with the rest of their rowboats still out at sea how long it would stay that way would be unclear. Joel hopped out of the boat with stiff grace, shoulders tensed, and did not offer Jez a hand up. He would keep the boat steady with one leg, though, in a seemingly unconscious gesture.

"Who've you got?" he asked, when they were safely on land, with one hand gesturing to the woman's pack. "They'll be waitin' for us at camp, or at the very least ready. We'll need fighters, actual fighters, for 'em."

To their backs and out at sea, something made a loud cracking sound, before the entire hull of the ship they'd just left behind went up in flames. Joel, for his part, seemed to not care, and instead waited for Jez's answer with his usual grim business-like behavior.

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The chespin's adverse reaction to the pokeball- and then to the sight of Jez's other balls- did not go unnoticed. The handler mulled over it for a few seconds as she slid down to the boat. Either the otter was afraid of pokeballs in general, which didn't bode well for how she'd been treated here, or she was just leery of the possible enemies inside of them. After seeing Anuket's battle, Jez wouldn't have blamed her. In terms of how this chespin would react when she was healed up, a general fear of pokeballs was the preferable source of the pokemon's anxiety. It might mean she'd switch loyalties, if Jez was kind enough.

Joel's sarcasm was met with a small smirk. "He got us out here, so give him a break, yeah?" She sat gingerly and tried to adjust the chespin in her arms without aggravating the burns. She cast a glance at the lotad and kept herself from returning the smile- she didn't need it getting more attached than it already was- and quickly shrugged her bag to the bench. She dug out a Potion with one hand and poured it onto the chespin's burns with smooth, gentle movements. Once she was done she laid the injured otter next to helper lotad. Maybe they'd bond, or something, and Jez could kill two burns with one stone.

She reached to take an oar and help Joel with the rowing; whether out of the hope that it would make him look favorably on her or the fact that she wanted to get to shore with haste remained to be seen. She made a face when Joel suggested she toss the chespin, and there was a long pause while the woman determined whether that even deserved an answer. "They'll chase us anyway, considering I killed their manectric and set fire to their ship. That's not even touching what you probably did." The smell of something smoldering met her nostrils across the salty waves, and it made Jez's stomach sink. That wasn't a good sign. She didn't look back to see if there was fire.

She set the oar aside as they made land and grabbed her bag, slinging it across her shoulders jus as she bent to pick up the chespin. She nudged the lotad with her foot. "Come on. Think you can carry her in your lily pad while we walk? I think you're pretty strong," she wheeled, flashing her most charismatic smile. She stepped out of the boat and shifted the chespin her grip, offering a hand to the lotad should it need a heft up- and, if it agreed, she settled the burned otter into its lily pad.

Jez turned to Joel just as he mentioned the prospect of a battle. Her stomach turned again. Anuket fit the bill, but after what had just happened, Jez was reluctant to let her loose again. But Sekhmet, despite her list of impressive fire attacks, wasn't yet trained to be a fighter. She was just as likely to set her allies on fire if she got angry enough. Anuket had the control, and she had the experience.

Shit. Jez didn't really have a choice.

Her jaw tightened. "Yeeah," she said, just as the telltale sound of a fire breaking out against wood reached her ears. She flinched- Jez knew full well what it was- and refused to look. Her attempts to simply smoke the ship had failed, apparently. Today was turning out to be a wonderful day. Her arms felt like lead as she swung her bag around and fumbled in it for her zangoose's pokeball, and when she released the pokeball, her instructions were short and silent.

"Kill only if it's to save yourself or one of us. Kill or be killed, not kill because it's convenient." Whether or not Anuket would even obey remained to be seen. Maybe she would. Maybe she'd rather do things her way.

Jez looked at Joel. "Unless you'd like the vulpix out, too, this is who I've got."


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The little leaf-head looked up at Jez with doleful eyes and a dismayed expression, looking desperately from human to grass type and back. He wanted, so badly, to say yes and it showed, but if Jez tried to lower the other pokemon onto his leaf he would flinch and stumble back, half-toppling and regaining his feet thanks only to the edge of his leaf hitting the sea-white sands. The little pokemon's eyes watered, and he tearfully shook his head. He could not! The chespin would crush him on land, weighing almost four times what the lotad did. On the water -- on a nice calm lake or lazy river, lotad could ferry her, but on land?

The little grass and water type hid behind Jez's ankles, but she felt him nudge her calves timidly, worried that this would mean that the human wouldn't like him anymore and would abandon him here alone after all. He was so close to evolution, and so afraid of the poachers, and this beautiful human had appeared and he just knew that he had to go with her. There were more humans every day on his island, and they were not nice. Jez was nice. He could do other things for her, though. To prove it, the little lillypad duck bounced from foot to foot, shaking his leaf in a hypnotic way until clouds gathered and heavy drops of rain began to fall on them all. Humans couldn't see very well in a heavy rain, could they? But he could!

...He was careful to keep the human between him and the zangoose all the same. Joel glared through the curtain of rain at the lotad for a second. Wet again.

Nevertheless, the man was keen eyed and shook his head at Jez.
"There was another ball in your bag when I got it back -- warm. Not the fox. Someone musta hit you hard. Figure out what else you have, just in case. One mon ain't much. Got any blades on you?" He would wait for her to make any adjustments, eye up the lotad again, and order Jez to follow him with an expression of intense hatred on his face.

As frustrating as the rain was, though, it masked the sounds of their progress. Twice, the lotad lead when Joel could not see for the rain, but the little lillypad kept it up until they had gotten close enough that the two humans he liked would need to see again. Their only indicator of human presence was someone's shout above the downpour to Get those cages out of that puddle or Arceus help me I'll sell you instead!

Joel pulled Jez down if she hadn't already crouched hiding them in the dense underbrush while the rain lessened to a drizzle around them. Lotad hid at Jez's side like a puppy, and sat himself firmly in a puddle. Little legs like his were not meant for walking.

Arrayed before them was a camp, and no small one at that. It was mostly empty -- no doubt the poachers had gone hunting -- but the sheer number of empty cages was shocking, perhaps forty in all. There was no telling how many others had been shipped in or out or how many times these had been occupied -- though shapes moved unhappily and sodden in perhaps six of them now. Three men and a woman who looked harder than any bisharp rushed around the camp, lifting those occupied cages and stacking them atop empties to avoid the way the saturated sand started to suck them down where the small pokemon inside were at risk of drowning in the puddles of the depression.

All wore some kind of weapon. The woman had a bow (and judging by the chiseled muscles on her chest and back, she knew how to use it). Two of the men had swords of some kind, and the last had a spear. Despite their preoccupation, they cast glances about them expectantly, and hands often strayed to hilts, quiver, or shaft. More worrisome were the four pokemon who guarded the occupied section of he camp while their masters worked. Joel glanced at Jez, to see what she thought they could do. He could move on his own, but that would get her killed if he wasn't careful. He would go at her pace.


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Jez deadpanned, but she read the lotad's meaning well enough. A light sigh escaped her lips; she gently placed the chespin down next to lotad, instead, hoping the potion was healing the otter's burns enough to allow her to walk. She lowered her voice, knowing full well that Joel was currently radiating judgement. "You're...free to leave, if you wish," she whispered, hazel eyes on the chespin. "That potion should heal a fair portion of your burns, and the jungle's got plenty of food and water, if you want to make a life out here." She stood, her subtle offer silent and unspoken. The chespin could also come with her, although she knew it probably wouldn't. Sekhmet had caused that burn in the first place, and the otter was still a poacher's pokemon. There was a much higher chance that she would rejoin said poachers and betray their position. It was a risk, but Jez couldn't bring herself to be unnecessarily forceful.

Anuket knew the risk, too. She shot a look at Jez, then fixed her gaze on the chespin. No words needed to be exchanged between the pokemon; the meaning was clear. Betray us and go the same way as your manectric friend.

Jez redirected her mind to other things, like the lotad that clearly wanted to be with her, sonofabitch she didn't even like lotad. You're too soft, Jezenya diHadi, she scolded herself mentally, watching the fat little lilypad pokemon waddle along with them. She didn't even bother to groan at the increase in rain or chide the water pokemon for using Rain Dance in the first place. She was already wet, and her hair was already going to take hours to put back into order. May as well focus on the problem at hand.

"Hm?" Joel broke through her thoughts, and the woman swung her bag around to her front to peer inside. Sure enough there were two unfamiliar pokeballs nestled inside. Her fingers brushed one, but something about it felt dangerous, unstable- similar to the deino she was training. She grabbed the other, sucked in a breath, and tossed it out to the side. The contents spilled onto the sand and formed into an eevee who, like everyone here minus Anuket, went from 'okay' to aghast at the downpour of rain. "Huh. Well. I...guess there's an eevee now."

She held a hand out and crooked a finger, beckoning the small pokemon to come. He did, although he cast a few nervous glances at everyone else. "Obedient enough, so we'll see what we need when the time comes, I suppose. Come with us, dear one. As for weapons, I do have a short blade and a stiletto knife. I've no practiced skill with them, though." Yet. Another thing to put on her to do list.

The curtain of rain was certainly blinding. Jez wasn't used to walking in it. In Navida rain came in downpours, sure, and those downpours had a tendency to wash through the roads like liquid avalanches until the water reached the lake. The desert was not a safe place to be when it was raining, and she had spent her life going indoors when the sky got cloudy. She kept up, but the lotad and Joel both had to stay in front. She might have walked right through the foliage and into the poacher camp had Joel not suddenly yanked her down. Jez fell into the crouch, using one hand to push wet, bedraggled hair from her face. Her skin seemed to burn where Joel's skin met hers. The poachers. Think about the poachers.

Jez squinted past a few broad, waxy leaves. Her stomach twisted at the sight of the captured pokemon, and then it twisted even more with the knowledge that she wasn't going to be able to save any of them. Several poachers still lingered, as did their pokemon, and the sight of the creatures shunted her mind into tactics mode. Okay, two electric types- one of which was part bug- a fire type, and a dark. The lotad would be able to handle that fennekin. Anuket could probably take any of the others, but that was still three against one.

"Anuket- the zangoose- knows some electric attacks, which would be helpful with the rain coating everything but wouldn't do much against the pichu nor the galvantula," Jez whispered. Her voice was so soft, so careful, that she practically breathed it out. She positioned her mouth near Joel's ear so he could catch her words without them alerting the camp. "The lotad could take the fox, and he wants to help. Otherwise we're best as a distraction while you find your only pokemon. I can do whatever you ask. It would probably be best if we didn't bother this group, however."

This was his fight- if Jez had had her way, they never would have tried to find this camp in the first place. She was outnumbered and putting Anuket in a dangerous position. If Jez could open the six occupied cages she had little doubt that the occupants, even if just one, would help out of revenge.

Worse came to worse, she could just let the deino loose.

No, there's no need to regress her training. Jez could come up with a dozen strategies right now, and all of them involved escaping. If Joel wanted to find his stuff, hopefully he'd be more willing to sneak their way to the likely location rather than charging through an open space full of hostile opponents.

Carefully Jez reached out and tapped the lotad. She then pointed up at the drizzling sky- perhaps more cover? Sorry, Joel.

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Beside her, Joel's hand gripped the hilt of the dead man's knife. He glanced at her and rolled his eyes, and hissed back into her ear, "It would be better if they hadn't bothered us, you mean. If I can get to my pokemon, we can take them. Send that furry beast of yours after the liepard and whatever you have to do. I've heard of you from the tournament fights -- get their attention." He glanced at the enamoured lotad beside Jez and nodded. As much as the pokemon was odd, there was no denying its usefulness in an environment like this. It wore a determined expression, much restored by the rain and greenery, while the chespin shrank into the foliage nervously. It followed, but was clearly not inclined to battle.

While the little grass type danced, Joel hunched his shoulders at the chill as the rain resumed, then clapped Jez on the shoulder with a firm, callused hand. "diHadi, don't get yourself killed." And then he pushed his way through the bushes in the wake of whatever pokemon she had chosen to release with the knife in his hand. The poachers took immediate notice, drawing weapons to enter the fight alongside their pokemon. Joel went straight for the woman with the bow, leaping for her before she could draw back her arrow to its full potential, knocking the weapon out of alignment and sending the arrow she released soaring wide to clang against the metal of the cages with a crash that the rain couldn't quite mask. Beneath their feet, the tropical clay and sand turned to churning mud as they wrestled, knife against bow. She didn't have time to put it away nor to draw another weapon, and fought as if she held a staff.

Jez and her pokemon caught the others' attention, and she was soon faced with the remaining three, all of whom eyed her clearly magical elemental gear with wariness devoid of fear. What could a woman who looked to be built like a dancer do? What could her gear do, was the question more at the foremost of their minds. She could leap in and leave her pokemon to handle their own kind or try and dispatch them to the humans as well, but she had moments to decide before they began to close with her. From beside her, the lotad fired a torrent of boiling water that pulled in the rain as it went, makign the liepard yowl in surprise and pain -- within that burst were hidden razor leaves that cut into the burns.

When the humans started to advance, Joel managed to give her a brief respite, hurling the bow-woman bodily into the spear bearer and knocking both crashing to the ground. He ignored the flames from the fox on his heels, barreling for the cages before the woman and her companion could scramble back to their feet to pursue him. He rattled the doors of several, finding them locked, before he swore and instead hurled an empty one at his pursuers and ducked into one of the tents, roaring for his pokemon as though they could hear him from within their balls. Ball trained they might be, but the better question was one of where they were. If Jez could strong arm one of the poachers, though, or sufficiently threaten their pokemon, perhaps she could find out.


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- Focused on Jez, eyeing the elemental gear and her pokemon
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- Focused on Jez & co

http://i832.photobucket.com/albums/zz241/HarperRegion/Sprites/312minun.png http://i832.photobucket.com/albums/zz241/HarperRegion/Sprites/e335251.gif Lv. 60
- Focused on Jez & co but hanging back

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Joel: Tearing through tents in search of his pokemon with the bow woman and the spearman on his heels along with the fennekin. Has the knife from the boat.

http://i832.photobucket.com/albums/zz241/HarperRegion/Sprites/270lotad.png http://i832.photobucket.com/albums/zz241/HarperRegion/Sprites/e335252.gif Lv. 18
- Rain Dance for new cover
- Razor Leaf (egg) + Scald combo on the Liepard
- Determined

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- Hiding, not battle ready.


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Alright, so "sneaking to the likely location without alerting the camp" was apparently not Joel's favorite strategy.

Son of a bitch. A tournament fight, with regulations and limits, was not the same thing as a camp full of hostile bandit-types. She did have her gear, and although she wasn't trained in any sort of bladework, she knew her little stiletto was as good at parrying as any full-length sword- and, frankly, Jez had the acrobatics to dodge fighters in the mud and rain. She could do this. She needed to stay calm and think.

Her pokemon were outnumbered, and even though she knew there were some new ones in her bag, there was no guarantee that they would listen to her. Shit, she was going to have to use the deino, training or not. If Jez played it right, maybe them fighting together would end up being beneficial.

She glanced quickly at the cages as the swordsmen closed in. There were pokemon who would likely be willing to help her. Joel had proven the cages were locked, but- Anuket, get those cages open however you can. Let's see if the occupants want to help us, maybe cause some chaos.

"Lotad, my dear, keep those pokemon off of me. You're doing wonderfully. Try that combo again- and try not to get in the line of fire, okay?" Jez grabbed for the deino's pokeball as she spoke, her voice belaying an eerie calm that she did not feel on the inside. Anuket was already moving, ready to Crush Claw the locks (assuming they were padlocks) or the doors of the poacher's cages. As the zangoose ran she made a point to throw up mud in her wake, lest any of the electric-types tried to follow her. She braced herself mentally, ready to Protect herself from anything the pokemon tried to unleash at her, and tried her claws against the metal cages. There was only so much the zangoose could do to both get the doors open and keep the pokemon inside from harm- hopefully they'd see what she was doing and act appropriately.

Jez released the deino.

The dragon materialized in between the swordsmen and Jez, and the immediate change in surroundings- her last memory was of the beach and singing- was jarring. She screeched, her maw widening in preparation to unleash a torrent of anger and hate, when Jez's voice wove through the rain. The deino paused in time to catch the handler's words. "They are bad, just like the ones from before." It was a risk, assuming that the pokemon could make the association Jez wanted her to, but the woman wasn't a fool. She knew poachers had caused those injuries and instigated that extreme hostility. If any pokemon here would want to kill poachers, it would be the dragon.

Jez drew her stiletto knife and took a step back towards the lotad as the deino exhaled a torrent of Dragon Breath at the swordsmen, bad memories from past discipline still fresh in her mind. Any pokemon that attempted to rush her would draw her ire, as well as a Roar, and Jez darted her eyes between human fighters and pokemon alike. Someone was going to come after her, she just knew it. She kind of hoped it was a person.

And she had to be ready to recall the deino it case she got too out of control. Her allies were at risk here, too.

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- using Crush Claw on the cages; padlocks (if any) or doors, taking care not to harm the pokemon inside
- will use Protect against an attack thrown at her

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- spewing Dragon Breath at the swordsmen
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- drew her elemental stiletto knife
- backed towards the lotad, looking between swordsmen and enemy pokemon

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The lotad looked up at Jez with big eyes, unreadable, but it certainly didn't acknowledge her orders. Instead, it looked at the pokeball in her hand with undeniable jealousy, then turned his attention back to the fight. He would convince her, he would. Enamoured he might be, but he was not dumb enough to miss that the woman wasn't especially excited about him. Not compared to the flashy fox. He turned back to the fight, watching Anuket -- and the galvantula that went for him, claws raised for an x-scissor.

Lotad saw that shimmer of protect, but he also saw an opportunity. While Anuket was forcing the metal to bend and snap under his claws and the humans were leaping back in fear of the badly aimed dragonbreath that heeded the rain not at all, he skimmed forward over the mud faster than his stubby legs would normally have allowed and braced himself carefully. He gave a shout, almost a battle cry, to snatch up the bug's attention. He looked like easy prey, and he knew it, and everything in him wanted to run but he knew what he was doing and bore down to bear it.

The X-scissor very nearly cut him in half. His leaf was utterly broken. But he was still, barely, on his feet, and he looked the shocked spider in the eye and returned the favor, doubling all the pain the bug had given him and slamming it back into the electric monster's carapace until its legs all writhed and shook and twitched with it. He tapped into the bug's strength while it was so completely vulnerable, and Mega Drained what little energy it had left. It wasn't effective, normally, but the bug was at his mercy just then.

And then he sat down while Anuket worked, waiting for the rain to soothe him and slow the loss of precious sap and blood. He looked or Jez.

Meanwhile, Anuket had the first lock broken, had managed to wrench and bend the bolt out of its casing after nearly thirty seconds of crush claw and effort. The pokemon inside the cage -- one of the largest of the bunch -- lumbered out looking half stunned and head drooping. It shuffled forward, the spikes on its back steaming and crackling miserably in the rain. Clearly, it was weak, whatever it was. Chances were good that Jez had never seen its like. The turtonator slowly, ever so slowly, parsed its freedom, swinging its head slowly from side to side looking for its captors with its one good eye. Help was coming, it seemed, but it was taking its time to start.

Anuket set about working on the second cage, only for his protect to deflect a Feint Attack that brought the Liepard to his back with a snarl, intent on stopping the mongoose from breaking the cages open an further.




The two swordsmen leapt back with cries of dismay at the appearance of the dragon, protecting their faces from the dragonbreath and brandishing their weapons at the sightless shiny. One of them scowled, shouted to the other something that sounded like "--not trained!" as far as Jez could hear over the rain and the Roar. The one who had shouted and flinched edged forward and tapped the deino with his blade to draw its attention to a foe. His partner darted the other way on light feet, giving the dragon a wide berth to come at Jez from the side from behind the dragon, and lunge to attack her. And, indeed, it was the agility gained from her dancing that saved her, letting her bend just in time to catch the blade on her stiletto and turn it, aided by its element.

The man swore and rebalanced himself before going in for another attack.



The minun suddenly perked its ears up, turned, and charged in Joel's direction. Jez had lost sight of him among the tents for a minute, catching only the barest glimpse of the man stopping between two of them to grab the fennekin by its fur, wrench its head back, and cut its throat to make it release his leg. He dropped the rag-doll, empty body in the mud and beat his way free of the bow woman again before stumbling back into the next tent, thrashing around. Jez lost sight of him and his pursuers again.

And then they all heard a screech that chilled the blood. Joel's Aerodactyl.

Sounds of a battle beyond the cages nad nearest blinder of jungle growth reached Jez and company where they stood and fought, crashes and harsh cracks of lightning and not one of them could tell who was winning -- not that any one of them had time.





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http://i832.photobucket.com/albums/zz241/HarperRegion/Sprites/270lotad.png http://i832.photobucket.com/albums/zz241/HarperRegion/Sprites/e335252.gif Lv. 18
Abilities: Swift Swim and Rain Dish
Egg Moves: Razor Leaf & Counter
TMs: Endure, Attract

- Used Endure
- Took the X Scissor meant for Anuket
- Used Counter
- Used Mega Drain
Rain Dish!

~10% health, pretty critical condition but no longer bleeding out.


http://i832.photobucket.com/albums/zz241/HarperRegion/Sprites/335zangoose.png http://i832.photobucket.com/albums/zz241/HarperRegion/Sprites/e335252.gif Lv. 35 Anuket
- Mostly fine, working on the next cage, this one much smaller.
- Being targeted by the Liepard

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user posted image http://i832.photobucket.com/albums/zz241/HarperRegion/Sprites/e335251.gif Lv. 22
- Furious, being baited by one of the swordsmen and distracted



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Joel
- Stopped only long enough to cut the fennekin's throat and wrestle free of the bow lady again
- Out of sight, but from the sudden primordial screech seems to have found his pokemon

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- Completely dazed, possibly from head trauma or malnutrition or drugs
- Figuring out that it's free. Figuring out slowly who to attack.
- Missing an eye

http://i832.photobucket.com/albums/zz241/HarperRegion/Sprites/142aerodactyl.png ? ?
- Joel's.


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http://i832.photobucket.com/albums/zz241/HarperRegion/Sprites/BWPokemon/596.png Lv 36 http://i832.photobucket.com/albums/zz241/HarperRegion/Sprites/e335251.gif
- KO'd by lotad!

http://i832.photobucket.com/albums/zz241/HarperRegion/Sprites/BWPokemon/510.png Lv. 21 http://i832.photobucket.com/albums/zz241/HarperRegion/Sprites/e335252.gif
- Decided to go for Anuket instead
- Feint Attack used up on Protect
- Snarl


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- Attacking Joel somewhere out of sight

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- Dead.

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