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 Brenda Shiell's Travels, Mindir.
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The spiritomb grumbled. “Have to be all serious, do you?” In a dazzling flash of light, Brenda was standing where the arcanine once stood, her one and only attack going off without a hitch. It would take her several moments to get used to her height again, and she might feel more than a little bit dizzy as she reoriented herself. She also had a bruise on the right side of her stomach, near her hip, but if she flexed her muscles she would find that it was uncomfortable, but not impossible to walk or do anything else she wanted to do.

“You’re no fun at all,” the spiritomb addressed Goyo moments later, and the sound of someone spitting could be heard coming from somewhere in the rock, one of the more disrespectful voices asserting itself. “But you did let me have at least a little bit of fun, so I will give you a little bit of answers!”

The pokemon approached Goyo with a mixture of hopping and minor levitation. “I will tell you that no one in the big camp that way wants to hunt me… my handler would absolutely forbid it. He works with them – but that doesn’t mean I have to do what he tells me, no… I can do whatever I please.” The spiritomb laughed in a variety of voices, from a high shriek to a low grumbling chuckle. The little boy’s voice was in there too, a soft childish titter joining in with the rest of the voices.

“You should feel more loyal to your handler,” the sceptile grunted. Not expecting the full-force attack to hit him so powerfully, he was crouched on one knee, panting heavily. His leaves looked scorched but not quite to the point where they would fall off – he was a fully evolved pokemon, and one attack was not enough to bring him down completely, but it was still close.

“Things are far more fun this way,” the spiritomb laughed again, then turned to Goyo once more. “I know a secret way to go to the camp, near where my handler’s friends are. You would give them quite the scare if you showed up there, not crossing the river here.”

“Are you trying to get your handler killed?” the sceptile wheezed.

“I don’t see any more arcanines here, do you? And it doesn’t look like this little thing can do much of anything, does it,” the spiritomb picked its rock off the ground and lightly nudged Goyo. “And I would so love to see the looks on their faces when they see what I’ve brought them… a little present to make up for all the boredom of waiting around…”

“Those are classified details,” the sceptile said haughtily as it tried to get to its feet. It took a few tries, but it was soon able to push itself up on a tree trunk. “Now, unless you want me to alert Reginald that you’ve been acting like this, I’d quit it if I were you.”

The name Reginald seemed to mean something to the spiritomb, whose background voices stopped chuckling as he turned to face Goyo again. “Follow me if you want. It’ll be a fun time,” he said before beginning to bounce along the terrain, levitating over the larger tree roots and rocks to the north.

“Must beat him back,” the sceptile muttered to himself as he began to walk, slowly at first, then increasing in speed. Surprisingly, though, he began moving towards the south instead of crossing the river right away.

Now alone, it seemed the little goomy had a very big choice. Since Brenda could no longer understand the pokemon speech, she did not know what the options were, and unless Gunvor tried to help with transmitting images and emotions, there was no way for her to get the full picture. But Goyo had heard everything, how the spiritomb had offered a secret way in, how the sceptile was going a different way, for very different reasons. Going with the spiritomb might help, but it might be yet another one of the ghost’s tricks. The sceptile might have its own way back, and there was also the river to the east, but that was likely the most exposed way to travel.

What did Goyo think was the best idea? And would Brenda agree?

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Brenda suddenly felt dizzy and she closed her eyes as she against the light that surrounded her as she tried to stop the world from swirling around. A part of her brain were connecting the light with an evolution, but she couldn't evolve could she? It seemed unrealistic even if her form change wasn't usual.
The only pokemon around here who could evolve was Goyo...
It felt really unpleasant for Brenda's front paws and knees, and she opened her eyes to look at her hands. Hands?
She made a grimace as she sat on her knees and lifted her sore hands from the pointy stones. It seemed like she was back to normal.
Brenda immediately started checking the most important: if she still had all her pokeballs containing her pokemon.

Goyo took a deep breath to stay calm and avoid escalating the situation. It was clear the spiritomb didn't have much at stake and he either didn't understand it or just didn't care.
He was relieved to see that Brenda was back to her normal shape, though it of course made it a bit more difficult to explain her what the spiritomb had said, which the ghost of course first had explained after Brenda couldn't understand them anymore.
He would just have to find a solution.
As the spiritomb had complained that they were boring Goyo couldn't suppress a little sigh.
"I know, but you have caught us in a bad time, it this hadn't been so important it could probably have been really fun," he explained diplomatically.
Goyo briefly wanted what should have happened for the spiritomb to find it more amusing, would it had preferred for them to laugh with it of it and being friendly? Or panic and make a havoc because of it, risking revealing themselves to the rogues?
Goyo guessed it was probably mostly the last one and decided it wouldn't help by pointing out how well Brenda had handled it and kept her cool.

Goyo and Gunvor listened closely to the conversation between the spiritomb and the sceptile, and got more and more suspicious and wary as it sounded like both pokemon were a part of the rogue gang, which meant they were already exposed. What would that mean for the mission?
Gunvor doesn't quite believe him, or rather she tried to keep all possibilities open. Why wasn't they just announcing they were here and make sure their main target got away? Perhaps it was just a set-up for a bigger trap so they could trap and kill more Guardians? But then why would the spiritomb begin with transforming Brenda and getting the sceptile to attack her? Something wasn't right here, but what?

Brenda, who didn't understood a word of the conversation, had reassured herself her remainging pokemon were still with her, and had begun checking she really was herself, no spare tail, pointy ears or 'funny' stuff. It took her longer to adept to the missing smells and relying of the eyes instead, than it did regaining her balance and be steady on too feet again.

As the spiritomb commented that Goyo didn't look much, Goyo kept an innocent look on his face, not reacting to the nudging. That his opponents had thought little of him and had underestimated him, had been a great advantage more than once.
Gunvor wasn't stupid and stayed quiet about it as well, though she knew that Goyo was capable of more than he looked.

"It sounds really tempting, but I can't make that decision alone. Not even my handler can make that alone, we need to talk with the rest of the group," Goyo explained politely to the spiritomb before he turned to Gunvor.
"You need to make it clear to her and perhaps the others," Goyo said to her and added regretfully as she laid back her ears, "I know, but there is no other way until the espeon returns."
Gunvor sighed and look disgusted at Brenda who grimaced a moment later as Gunvor made contact.
It took several attempts and Gunvor reluctantly had to show Brenda a picture of the spiritomb itself, along with the picture of the ratatta sneaking around the sleeping persian to get to the food dish. As Brenda looked suspiciously at the spiritomb, Gunvor showed her a picture of it with Tor in the background and Brenda's expression changed to a wary one as she moved a hand to her axe.
Gunvor walked towards Richard and Elena and tried to contact them and send them the same pictures she had used for Brenda, Goyo waited until Brenda followed before he looked to see if the spiritomb waited for them or not.

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Elena and Richard seemed to be recovering from the shock of Brenda turning into an arcanine just as she turned back into a human. Richard bent down, giving Jonna a hand up if she wanted it, before he mumbled to himself. “There’s something wrong here. Something very, very wrong…”

“I wish my espeon would come back,” Elena muttered, bringing attention to the fact that there was a distinct lack of communication between the humans and pokemon in the area at that point. She didn’t have to wait long for her wish to come true, as a slight ripple in the air preceded the lavender pokemon’s reappearance.

“The prisoner is secure in the ship,” she said, making no explanation for what had taken so long. Presumably there were other Guardians nearby who could have helped the psychic-type…

“All right, we have to move,” Elena said softly, heading closer to the river.

“Wait! I sense something,” the espeon said after only a few steps. As the espeon’s words rang out, the three Guardians became aware of a new presence that had suddenly appeared to the east. The crunching of leaves underfoot, even softly, was enough for the espeon to hear, and she quickly led Brenda and the others to the source of the noise, following where the sceptile had gone not long before.

Once they arrived, they would find themselves at a short distance from what looked like two people and a large black pokemon who was unidentifiable until the espeon crept closer. The first person was a grown man, tall and bulky, and his companion looked to be a much shorter female with short hair. Neither person held a weapon, and neither looked too concerned with their surroundings as they approached the riverbank, looking to cross over.

Brenda was not alone in understanding the new complication. If the two people were joining the other three who the espeon had sensed before, there might be a bigger problem at hand – but oddly enough, there only seemed to be one pokemon with the two people, a particularly tall houndoom who, oddly enough, looked completely comfortable crossing the river, not hesitating to dip a paw in the water.

“That is not right,” the espeon chimed in everyone’s heads. “It should be scared, and I can feel that it’s not. I can feel it…”

“Espeon usually can’t read the emotions of dark-types,” Elena hissed. Was this some sort of defective houndoom?

“If your espeon can get a reading, there’s something up. We should attack them now, while it’s just the two of them. I bet we can get them to talk if we all work together,” Richard said, reaching down to his belt.

“No, we can’t! If Espeon’s getting strange readings from this houndoom, and we know it’s a dark-type, why would we get ourselves into this situation?”

“Houndooms can smell people, Elena! We don’t have much time; we need to act!” Richard countered. “We can overpower that man, even I could do that, and his companion is small enough that our pokemon could likely handle her!”

“Stop it, both of you!” the espeon screeched in their heads. “We need to do something, if Brenda’s goomy was telling the truth we won’t have much time! The sceptile could have alerted the whole camp by now!”

As the bickering continued, it looked like Brenda might be the only voice of reason. Was it worth it to try to take out the sentry pokemon and attack first when the enemy group was smaller, or was this seemingly small group a diversion?

One thing was for sure, though. If Brenda and the others didn’t move quickly enough, whether to hide in a creative place or attack, they would be noticed by a pair of large red eyes above a mouth that would not hesitate to bite…


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Brenda willingly took Richard's offered hand and nodded weakly to indicate she agreed with his warning. She feared it all had already been exposed and the rogues were just playing with them, but if her mentors were unsure about it and what to do, then what options did she have herself?
It confused her though that the two humans didn't react on the information about the spiritomb. Didn't they find it important or had Gunvor just failed at telling them?
As Espeon returned that was her main goal, to know if they were planning on going with the ghost or not, but the espeon warned them about the unusual houndour before Brenda got to finish her question.

To Brenda's surprise her mentor and the colleague started bickering about what to do which was highly unprofessional and a horrible decision in a situation like this!
Brenda agreed with Richard, she wanted something to happen instead of sneaking around not knowing what happened in the next moment, she was going crazy from it! No, battling you know what was and what to do and she believed in her pokemon so they should be able to handle most things.
She didn't get a chance to express her opinion and Gunvor disagreed greatly and stopped Brenda with a headache so fierce Brenda had to clench her teeth to avoid groaning loudly.
Gunvor hammered into Brenda's head that since things was wrong it was probably all an illusion, which meant it was a trap and if they got trapped their mission would be a failure. Did Brenda want to be a failure. Since Gunvor couldn't talk to Brenda like Espeon could, she argued by using pictures, first with one of a transparent houndour with something behind it laughing maliciously, then one where they were surrounded and Gorey being killed. Last but not least she showed her a picture where Brenda was guarding a shack and some passing Guardians in much nicer uniforms laughed mockingly at her.
Gunvor let go of Brenda when she was convinced they should rush in with a direct attack, but Brenda refused to just run away and as soon as Gunvor lifted the pain a bit she reminded the girafarig of their task: to disengage any traps and incapacitate any enemies on the way to the mountain.
These were definitely enemies and they were ready to slow down anyone who were approaching, a task they had been too good at until now.
Brenda didn't understood what she had been thinking! As soon as they had learned there were someone ahead of them they should have made tactics to how to reveal them and take them down, instead of hesitate and talking about finding another way around them!
Brenda barely got herself from glaring suspicious at the spiritomb, perhaps it had been its doing?
Deep in her heart she was thankful Gunvor had stopped her and with her arguments had reminded her of their task, but also of the danger of charging in head on. They needed to prepare and turn the surprise to their advantage.

"Shut up and listen!" Brenda hissed at her two colleagues, "please?" she added to show just a minimum of respect to her superiors. She turned to Espeon and asked her to make a link between them so they didn't attract any attention by sound and so the spiritomb couldn't hear them.
Through the espeon she would use the same arguments that Gunvor had, that with the illusion and a 'houndour' which wasn't a dark type with handlers who seemed too relax almost invited to an attack, so either they didn't know they were here and they should take advantage of the possible surprise attack, or they were exposed and then they really needed to get out of here before the trap closed around them!
"As with the rest we don't know if the ghost is with us or against us, but Gorey wanted us to incapacitate any enemy we encountered so we have to do something and quick! I'm only a junior so I can't make the final decision, but I vote we act and takes the advantage while it may still is here. I do have ideas for what to do to start with," she told them through Espeon, "so what do we do?!"

She would tell them her idea if they asked, but only through Espeon and she would happily change it to fit with anything the two other Guardians had to offer to the mixture.
If allowed Brenda would start her plan. First step was for Goyo to use Rain Dance, that would wash away their scent away, or at least make it weaker. While he did that she pulled up a special thing she had saved for a special time, and now it could come in handy. It was an orb of some sort and she was curious to see if it worked as she was promised, she whispered to it for a fog to hide them, and hopefully the Dragonair Orb would do as it should and spread deep fog.
"Let's go," she would whisper to the others and told Gunvor to leave a substitute a bit away, to further confuse the approaching people should they move down towards this area. Gunvor herself wanted to join in and used a Future Sight on the 'houndour', since it could slow them even more if they believed they were under attack, or greatly damage it if they were battling it already.
Then she and her pokemon would try to move around to get behind the two and the houndour, or in a circle to the camp, should their first target move over the stream. Whoever was closest was the one they would try target first.
Goyo would send a wave of poisonous slug towards their target, with the attempt of hitting as many as possible rather than a strong wave that could knock them down. They would be moving on before it hit if possible and would see what would be the next best course of action, depending on what happened.
Brenda would be ready to call out more of her team out if necessary.

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-Using Rain Dance (before use of orb, removed by the orb I assume)
-Sludge Wave, attempting to hit many instead of hard to surprise and perhaps poison.

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Both Elena and Richard looked over at Brenda when she spoke, neither particularly thrilled with how she had addressed them, but this was not a situation where they could debate semantics. “Shiell’s right. We were told to incapacitate everything that could be a threat, and whatever your espeon senses or doesn’t sense, we must eliminate this threat.” Elena did not respond, seemingly agreeing with Richard for now, or at least understanding that she had been overruled.

Rain began to patter down from the clouds above them as Goyo danced suddenly, enjoying the feeling of the rain on his gooey skin. “Good idea to test the espeon’s readings. A true houndoom would not want to be out in the rain,” Richard said softly, and he let out a low whistle when the houndoom looked up at the sky, but did not react in any other way.

“What’s that?” Elena asked, looking back at Brenda when she pulled an odd blue orb out of her bag as Richard continued to focus on the houndoom, or the thing that looked like one.

“They’re looking this way,” Richard said, raising his voice slightly as a deep fog began to emanate from the orb.

Magic items were known to be prone to errors, but it seemed this Dragonair Orb was functioning exactly as it was supposed to. Thick fog began to fill the area, and if Brenda watched the houndoom, she would notice it shifting oddly before it changed into the fog. What was happening?

“I’m going to take advantage of this and try to get a little scouting in. Espeon’ll find me,” Richard said as he abruptly disappeared into the fog. Elena had to focus hard not to shout after him, but she stayed by Brenda’s side, even as Goyo sent out his Sludge Wave.

“What the hell?” a strange voice said, followed by the unmistakable sound of a sword being drawn, then parried by Elena’s blade. The Sludge Wave coming out of the fog startled not only the human who had accompanied the houndoom; a scared-looking squishy blob appeared where the houndoom had been, followed by a stream of fire from the mouth of what appeared to be… a houndoom?

“It’s a shifter!” Elena said as the espeon leaped in front of Goyo, taking the attack that had been meant for him. The psychic-type winced, his flesh hot but not quite Burned. The houndoom growled, frustrated that she had not hurt her actual target before deciding to take out the espeon instead. She lunged forward, teeth bared, trusting in her type advantage to take her foe out.

Even with the now-two enemy pokemon at large, it seemed that the weather had given Brenda and her team an advantage - if they could figure out how to use it. Even though visibility was hampered, Brenda would be able to hear the distinct sounds of sword-fighting continue, as well as some grunts from Elena. The houndoom-turned-ditto was oddly quiet, in contrast to the voice Brenda would hear in her head after the houndoom’s Flamethrower.

“I lost it - there are too many over here - need you to handle it,” the espeon said, winded from taking the powerful attack and not making too much sense in his frenzy. The espeon breathed harder, working itself up, preparing for battle rather than clarifying his own confusing remarks.

The espeon was a valuable ally, and to lose his assistance could change the tides for the battle, or even prevent them from finding Richard once the fog cleared. How would Brenda and her pokemon react to the sudden and confusing change of events?


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- Used a Dragonair Orb, which will last for 2 more of your posts. The weather is currently a thick fog, but can be changed by Brenda if she wishes

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Condition: Fine
- Rain Dance was successful, but canceled after one turn by the Dragonair Orb
- Sludge Wave hit the houndoom, surprising it and making it… shift?

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Condition: 75% health from making the Substitute
- Substitute is in the fog, undamaged
- Future Sight was sent out, won’t know results for a little while

Elena
- Not visible in the fog
- Presumably fighting against a human

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Condition: 70% health
- Took the Flamethrower, trying to distract the houndoom
- Used Work Up, which it learned via TM (+1 ATK, +1 Sp Atk)

Richard
- Disappeared into the fog

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- The person who spoke before
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Condition: 85% health, currently a ditto
- Hit by Sludge Wave as a houndoom; was surprised and shifted form by accident

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Condition: Fine
- Seems to be the houndoom that ditto was copying
- Aimed a Flamethrower at Goyo
- Angry at espeon for interrupting it; now trying to take it out of the fight with a Bite

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Brenda too wondered about the 'houndour's' reaction, was it so well trained that it wasn't affected by water? That could be a major problem.
"It's a weather orb of something, it should be able to help us in this situation," Brenda answered Elena confidently, and was pleased her colleagues were ready to take action right away, though she wouldn't have expected any less. She expected that Richard knew what he was doing too.
She was less pleased that her initial plan about a guerilla war didn't went as she had planned, their targets were way too close too quickly. They hadn't been the only ones taking advantage of the fog it seemed, and were much closer and quick to react than Brenda had thought, she concluded they must have seen them before and had take action as soon as the fog began to spread.
At least Goyo's attack had managed to hit the 'houndour' who turned out to be a ditto, much to Brenda's and her pokemon's surprise. First Brenda was almost relieved since it explained a thing or two and if the ditto couldn't make a complete transformation and something as a single attack pushes it out of it as well, but then she realized how much havoc and confusion it could cause and warned herself from underestimating it. It was a main reason to lose your life.

Brenda was taken by complete surprise by the appearance of the second, the real, houndour and was grateful that Espeon handle it, and that Elena confronts the rogue who came after.
She was disappointed with herself that she hadn't heard them, she didn't live up to her own expectations. She pushed it away, she wasn't dead yet and it wouldn't help if she began scold herself for it now.
Goyo quickly thanked Espeon for his help, there wasn't time much else than a single word.

Brenda picked up a pokeball with determination, it was time to take action and do what she did best.
As Wodan appeared beside her, Espeon contacted her and even though she didn't understand much of his remark and didn't took her time to think much about it either, she did understand his need.
"Wodan, weaken that houndours attacks and then take it down as fast as possible, got it?" Brenda ordered and he nodded and saluted before he raced off.
The dewott sent a thin spray of water into the air as he got closer to the houndour, then he slowed down to take a moment to exhaled and focus on the task, before he drew his two scalchops and charged the houndour.

Brenda turned to Goyo and Gunvor and ordered them to take care of the ditto.
"But be warned, it can change to you and anything else and make us attack the wrong ones, so don't lose track of it!" Brenda warned them and sent them off.
She was not going to stay back and control the battle from behind the frontline, that would be too boring, so she made sure her shield were strapped tied enough and drew her axe to help Elena.

Gunvor and Goyo talked quietly about what they could do with the ditto, never taking their eyes of it, since neither of them had what could be called a trapping move. The biggest problem was to recognize it when it changed to something else but they couldn't do much else than try keep an eye on it and find a way to signal the others who was the real one, and who was the copy. They decided a signal given when asked mentally was the best option, as Gunvor would keep the contact and a picture or a feeling was all that was needed for that, and if it was only given when asked, it would still reveal the imposter if it gave the signal without getting asked.

Goyo started to thicken his goo as he prepared to go up and close, while Gunvor did what she could to get the ditto's attention and then used a Flash to blind it. She followed it quickly with a Secret Power, and held a Protect ready if needed.
Then Goyo moved forward and attempted to slam into the ditto and goo all over it to slow it down as much as posible.

Brenda
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Wodan would be fast, but not fast enough.

The houndoom could see him coming, as small and as vividly blue as he was, and it growled and snapped a final Bite on the espeon before turning to the dewott. It turned his shoulder to the small water-type so that the Razor Shell hit that instead of its flank; and though it recoiled from the attack, it did not stand down.

Instead it used the close range to its advantage, striking at Wodan's back and neck with its sharp teeth; and peculiarly, it would be a blow that struck twice as hard as it usually would. Wodan would not have the time to reflect on that, though, not before vines coiled themselves around his ankles and pulled him up. He hung in the air, and would not have much time to strike at the Vine Whip coiled around his ankles before his front paws, too, would be restrained. Attached to the end of the grass-type attack was an ivysaur, who took one look at the dewott, grimaced, and promptly knocked him out with a blow to the head.

The espeon tried to rise, and failed, a Bite-wound on his stomach bleeding horribly and one hind leg dragging. Elena- it started; then it coughed, bristled, and glared amethyst eyes at the liepard that had appeared out of the fog on silent feet.

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Flash lit up the fog; almost immediately, Gunvor would regret it, shying back. The fog reflected the bright light, blinding friend and foe alike, and for a few moments there would be a sunglare that washed everything in white until it cleared away.

When it did, the ditto wasn't there - instead there was an azumarill, bouncing and ready. It grinned, sharply and in a way that neither Gunvor nor Goyo would have seen before. The Body Slam, it took without a flinch; and when the dragon was close, it wrestled it down with paws that gleamed and glittered pink.

Goyo cried out, bruises searing into even his goo-covered skin. Gunvor's Secret Power hit the azumarill's back, then dissipated. If it did any damage, it wasn't apparent in the water-type's clearing skin or in the cheery way it flicked its tail.

Then it grinned, and a wall of hot water would wash over Gunvor. The Protect he'd ready would take the brunt of that damage, leaving him only uncomfortably warm. As the light-shield flickered out of existence, the azumarill's cheery face morphed from something cheery into something set in a scowl, with far too many teeth to be friendly.

Gunvor would have mere moments after that, before the ground shook.

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Brenda would find that making her way through the fog to Elena would be difficult, not only because of the unknown terrain, but because the sounds of the sword-battle was quickly hidden beneath the houndoom's roar and her own pokemons' cries. Stumbling her way forward would quickly take her down a slope, where she'd feel stones beneath her feet instead of earth; from there, large figures in the fog scrambled to regain the upper hand.

For a while, all she'd hear would be steel on steel and grunts, quiet enough that it could be dismissed as imagination. There were a few cries here and there, as Elena cried out and her opponent responded; those would take her to near a large tree overlooking the riverbank, its great branches still visible in the fog.

Then there was cursing, rapid and vehement. "That's it, we're speeding this up. Lorraine!"

Someone responded, a shout that seemed to come from very far away. There was a distant flash that winked like a suddenly-lit lantern, bright and sun-yellow. Not long after - perhaps a few moments, no more than that - the ground began to rumble.

This time, the swears came from Elena - she'd sound suddenly closer, as if she'd never been that far away at all. "Brenda! Espeon! Anyone who can hear me - get down!"

It would be too late. Brenda would feel the ground shift beneath her feet, first slowly, then all at once; it would cause her to trip and fall, and the great trees surrounding them creaked and groaned. More cursing, ringing in her skull instead of in her ear - the Espeon, no doubt. Then it was suddenly cut off as if someone had simply gagged him, sudden and absolute.

Riverstones crunched beneath boots. Brenda would have a few seconds to scramble up on unsteady feet, with a twisted ankle from the Earthquake, before someone said, off-handedly, "Huh." Then there would be the shadow of a scabbard in the air, a bloom of pain against her skull, and then nothing.

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When Brenda woke up, she would have a splitting headache, a still-twisted ankle, and tied wrists behind her back. She was on her side, crushing her right shoulder, and there was rough cloth against her eyes - a blindfold, to keep her from seeing anything. She wasn't gagged, at least, which made for small mercies.

There was a ringing in her ears, a leftover from the blow to the head that had knocked her out, and Brenda wouldn't be able to sit up without becoming all too aware of the rope that connected her wrists to something behind her. Sitting up would be an ordeal in and of itself, as well.

But the sounds of a camp somewhere to her left, quiet beneath the concussion-ringing, would make it clear that no one had yet noticed she was conscious. Perhaps it was best to leave it that way, and wait until someone - and information - came to her. Perhaps it was better to try and make her escape now, while they were distracted.

She would have only the clothes on her back while doing so. They'd taken her pokeballs, her pack, and her weapons; even her feet were bare, her shoes gone, and her toes were slowly but surely growing colder in the forest's chill. For better or for worse, Brenda seemed alone.


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Wodan quickly realized he was too late as the houndoom looked at him while he was nowhere near it to help Espeon. He was right and knew he had chosen to do this the wrong way as it threw away Espeon and clearly prepared for his own attack, which hadn't been as effective as he had thought.
Its retaliation came much quicker and much harder than he had expected and he staggered backwards. He couldn't let down Brenda though so he refused to give up. Not that his determination made any difference as something wrapped around his legs and pulled him off ground. He just got time to half-panic because what should he do about that one all on his own, when it knocked him out and relieved him for his worry.
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Brenda was surprised how far away Elena appeared to be, hadn't she just been beside her to fight the rogue that had been surprised by the sludge wave earlier? The battle must have taken her further away, but Brenda still felt sure she was doing the right thing.
She followed the sound of battle and hoped she was on the right track, had Elena's battle really taken her this far away?
As she was making her way down the slope a cursing and an order for someone to do something and then things happened quickly. The ground began to tremble under her feet as Elena shouted her a warning, which Brenda dryly thought came a bit too late.
To her own surprise it was much harder to keep your balance and get down on all fours as she had always thought she "just" would do if she came across something like this, but one thing was to plan how you'd do a thing, another was to actually do it.
When the ground calmed down and she tried to get the world to stop spinning, her instinct failed her and she did not managed to get behind her shield before everything went dark.

It was hard to tell if it was the splitting headache or the adrenaline that woke Brenda up, but it was the headache that kept her on the ground. She did try move when she woke but it only resulted in a really bad nausea and the world started to spin. As she laid still she realized she couldn't see and when she wanted to touch her face with her hands, she realized she was tied up as well.
Fury and humiliation burned through her, mostly over herself and what failure she had been in this battle. It did not make the headache any better and it forced her to calm down, though she still hated herself for how useless she had been.
As she forced her muscle to relax a new pain from her ankle appeared and at the same time she realized her feet were bare and the rest of her stuff were missing too.
"Great!" She thought for herself and feared hear mistakes had cost the whole mission. Had she been able she would have jumped up and fought the first thing she encountered bare handed, since Gunvor wasn't there to remind her and keep her back. She hoped her pokemon would fight to the bitter end and she believed they could make up for the mistakes she herself had made.

Since she couldn't move much and she had to stay calm, it gave her an opportunity to think. The little she could with a pounding head. She was not out yet, she was still alive and that meant she had a chance to fight, or at least get somewhere and warn others if it came to that, though that would be even more humiliating.

It sounded like she was alone at the moment, so she began to try push off the cloth that covered her head. Preferably only a bit so she could see and quickly pretend nothing had changed with her should anyone arrive. She did not care for the scraps her chin could get from it.
If she was successful she would take a look around and to see if some of her stuff or pokemon were around, and if there were anything useable to cut the thing that tied her hands. She would also try to see if she could wriggle her hands out of what tied them up, if she was alone, and if not try get to something that could cut what hold her or to her stuff/pokemon.
If anyone came in the meantime she would lay still and pretend she was still unconscious.

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The sounds of the fire-side camp continued, distinctive in its crackling of burning logs and of people settling down with food and drink. Something was cooking on the fire; Brenda would be able to smell it, even with her distance, as the scent of something with spice and meat was carried on the wind.

Although her stomach would grumble with its own lack of food, the dinner would mean that Brenda could move without being too worried about being caught. Getting the blindfold off would be difficult; it was tied behind her head in something of a sailor's knot, and tightly enough that simply pushing it off would not work. It was the same with her tied wrists - whoever had created these knots knew what they were doing, letting circulation pass without problem but leaving her unable to wiggle herself out of them.

She'd be able to explore the binding around her wrists, however, to a rope that would lead her fingers to a something rough, and flaky, that would remind her of tree-bark. Whether she'd simply been tied to a tree or something else was something that Brenda would need to explore.

She would have, perhaps, five or so minutes to herself since she first woke up before there was shouting and alarm - distant, even farther than the campfire, which couldn't be more than ten feet away by the sound of it. At the same time there was a careful press of an image into her mind, skirting around the edges and presenting itself as an ally, not a threat, with that hint of familiarity: of her blindfolded face, on a field of black.

Whatever psychic had passed on that image would vanish in an instant, however, taking its presence with it - but not before leaving a sense of anticipation, and wariness, and apology. And it wouldn't be too soon, as there was the sound of grass and twigs crunching underfoot. It was far enough away that Brenda would be able to keep pretending unconsciousness, if she wished - whoever was making the sound didn't seem to have realized otherwise. She'd have mere moments to decide.

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Brenda's attempts to get free one way of another, all failed. She didn't even succeed trying to get a glimpse of her surroundings it was all very frustrating and she made an annoyed grimace. She double checked that her axe had really been removed, though she already knew that, but she was getting desperate.
It was hard to concentrate and get ideas on how to get out of this mess with a pounding head, which continued to stray to wonder why they had taken her shoes. In the end she moved her feet against each other as good as she could for the painful ankle to figure out if there was anything different, other than being shoeless.

As she tested the ties around her wrists she noticed she was tied to something else behind her. When she followed it as good as she could she found something that felt like rough wood. She was no expert but guessed it was a tree.
Brenda tried to find the knot and see if she could loosen that somehow and how long the rope was to get an idea of how far she could move around.
If all her attempts on freeing herself failed, she would get incredible frustrated. Brenda hated to be helpless, she was supposed to be proactive and lead the way for others, be able to handle and stop all rogues. She was way too vulnerable when being helpless, it was unnerving and she had no control of what would happen to her.
Brenda had trained fighting herself and battle with pokemon, but no-one had taught her how to escape a situation like this. It had never crossed her mind she could end in a situation like this. She was the one who was supposed to capture the rogues, not the other way around!

The sounds of people moving around in the camp, sitting down and such, finally reached her ears and it only made her more desperate. She hadn't noticed them before due to her headache and focus being elsewhere, but if the camp was as close as she feared she was probably in plain sight and even if she got a chance to loosen the ropes they would be over her before she even was sitting up.
She wondered briefly how her stomach could be hungry in a time like this, since she still got nausea every time she moved her head too much. Perhaps she had been out for longer than she had thought, even days? She would lick her lips to try determine if she felt thirsty.

The camp could only be the rogues, perhaps even the one they had been warned about and had attempted to figure out how to approach. It only added to the despair that it all seemed hopeless, but Brenda was not one who wanted to give up. She refused to accept that she was helpless and to give up, even though she had no idea on how to get loose.
Without anything more productive to do, she began to try investigate the supposed tree she was tied to and whatever surroundings which was within reach. She wanted to know how big the thing was she was tied to, or if there was anything useful nearby, and she tried to make her investigations without being too obvious.
It was a desperate attempt and she knew it, but what else could she do?

Brenda froze when she received the psychic picture and instantly tried to figure out if it had been Gunvor who had sent it or not. It felt familiar and her head was already pounding so much she couldn't feel the pain that she always felt when Gunvor communicated mind-to-mind.
She wasn't sure if it was her or not, since it was unlike the usual type of images the girafarig usually used, and the smell that accompanied it as well was missing too. Brenda wasn't sure how to interpret this image other than they knew she was there and tied up.
The contact was cut worryingly abruptly and left Brenda nervous about what could be the reason and unsure of what she should do now. If they know she was laying here and tied up, they know where she was right?
On the other hand, the illusion that had been over the camp back then, could maybe give trouble for a psychic, who knew? There were too many uncertainties!
One thing was clear though, she couldn't call out to whoever had contacted her as it would just alarm the rogues and would destroy what very well might be her only chance of escaping.

Brenda laid still as she heard something moving closer and she tried to distinguish if it was the sound of hooves or boots that arrived. She frantically tried to come up with some way of letting her hopefully rescuers know where she was without drawing any unwanted attention. It only gave her a worse headache and she suppressed a groan, and then it hit her. That was it! If it was Gunvor who came, she would surely recognize her voice.
Brenda sighed and let out what she hoped sounded like an unconscious groan and stayed still should the rogues look in her direction.
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The sound of someone approaching did not stop until they were only a pace away from Brenda, and then they crouched. She'd be able to feel their eyes on her at this distance, though who and what they were she wouldn't be able to see past the blindfold.

"Thought ya'd be awake by now," they - he - said. She'd recognize the voice from when she was knocked out, low and gruff as it was; there was a Marchton accent to it. "Ah, well. Still."

Then he reached out, steadying himself on Brenda's shoulder, and with a shlick of an unsheathing knife he cut the rope tying her to the tree. She wouldn't have time to lash out; he was fast, in swinging her bodily up to his shoulder to carry. The leather-backed mail dug into her stomach from where she was balanced, though if she made pained sounds the man would not respond.

But he had not made five paces with her on his shoulder before something slammed into them both, and it was with a curse that he dropped her. Thankfully Brenda would land at an angle that would only jar her shoulder, though not hard enough to dislocate it, and someone started dragging her away from the sounds of the man - now fighting, with liberal curses that sounded more like a sailor's swears - and beyond that, the alarm at the campfire.

"Easy, easy!" someone hissed in her ear. They sounded young, if harried and distracted. "I'm a friendly, alright? Here-"

There was a moment of cool steel behind her head, before the blindfold was cut and tugged off without ceremony. Blinking her eyes would let her see it was almost night, their surroundings muted. The campfires was the only source of light, but there were several of them, all bright. And all glinted light off of mail armor and weapons, though she was too far away to see exactly who were fighting.

The man who'd cut her blindfold off was busy untying her hands, however, and would drag her attention back with a swat to her uninjured shoulder and by freeing them. He shoved a shortsword into one of her hands. "I'm with the Guard - Tony," he said. In the sparse light she'd be able to see that he had a scar over his left eye, as though someone had tried to slice it and failed. "You're a Guardian, right? We didn't hear back from Stark's group, so we brought backup. Can you walk?"

Then he had to turn around and bring up a second shortsword to block a strike aimed for his head. He grunted, swore, and then pushed off his assailant.

It wasn't easy to see the man with the Marchton accent, but the handaxe would be. He spat at the ground and glowered at them both. Behind him, Brenda would be able to make out a slender body, unmoving. "Bluebacked curs," he growled, and his voice rumbled deep in his throat.

Brenda's rescuer was edging himself in front of her, stance steady and shoulders determined. "Get out of here," Tony hissed to her. "There was a girafarig with me - she should be around. Get your gear and get out. Meet up with the others, they'll make sure you're alright."

He wasn't able to get out any more instructions, if he even had any - the rogue did not let him, closing in the distance between them with two long strides. He began a volley of attacks with the handaxe that Tony was able to fend off, though his reactions were slightly late, as if he wasn't used to handling a shortsword.

Brenda would have options here - there was still the body on the ground, and the distance wasn't too large that she could perhaps sneak around the two now fighting to help, if she could. There was the fighting at the campfires as well, and with a moment of squinting into the night she'd be able to make out a few figures that she recognized.

And she had a weapon, as unfamiliar as it was. Injuries aside, Brenda was still a Guardswoman, and a trained one at that.

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Brenda’s hope plummeted when she recognized the voice. As it was not one she knew, it had to be one of the rogues. She feared what he was going to do with her, and she had a hard time to not tense her entire body when she heard him unsheathing his knife. She was sure he was going to slit her throat, not wondering once why he hadn’t done that already, but she was not going to go out without a fight, and had to surprise him if she wanted to have a chance.
She didn’t get any though as she laid on his shoulder before she knew it. The world spun around and only made her nausea worse and made her unwillingly empty her stomach. She hoped dearly all of it would run down the rogue’s back now she couldn’t take revenge in any other way.

She couldn’t hold back a painful groan when she was thrown onto the ground, though having thrown up had helped on the nausea. Her head felt a bit clearer too though that could very well just be the adrenaline that kept her going, while she was dragged along the ground.

What happened next also went very fast but she smiled thankfully to her savior when she could see him. She was immensely relieved she had been given a second chance though she was well aware she was not out of danger yet. She looked around and still found it all very confusing, that she was dizzy and her head still pounded didn’t make it any better.
Her savior got her attention when he swatted her shoulder and pushed a sword into her hands. She immediately missed her beloved axe but didn’t get any time thinking of it as the rogue was back and Tony had to fight for his life. Brenda would push herself further away and eye the axe in the rogue’s hand. She once more thought of her own but in this light, she couldn’t see if it was hers.

She pushed it away and looked around as Tony had said she should gear up, where there any gear she hadn’t seen? She didn’t expect to find any since when the rogues had even taken her shoes, then why should they leave behind her bag or the rest of her pokemon?
Dread filled her as she realizes that most of her pokemon, if not all, would now be in the dirty hands of the rogues. She could fully understand why her father fought so hard to get his stolen pokemon back and even with the help of her mother they only managed to get one of them back.
"If you are out there Gunvor, then what are you waiting for? Get in here!" Brenda mumbled to herself.
Should Brenda see anything of hers, she would move towards it in the hope it could be of any help.

Brenda would keep a close eye on her abductor knowing it was little she could do in her state, but if Tony were killed she surely would be next and practically defenseless.
She also thought it would be a shame if Tony died trying to save her, and would be ashamed if she didn’t do anything to help him.
She got up on all fours and held her sword upside down in her hand so the blade ran along her arm. It would make it easier for her to block an incoming attack, and for the same reason she held that side towards the battle.

Brenda would look towards the fallen and try determined if it was a rouge or a guardian. If he looked like a rogue she would ignore him for now, though if he wore any signs of a guardian, her action would be decided by how the battle went for Tony.

If Tony looked to be in any trouble, Brenda would attempt to help him. If she could stand she would do that and try attack the rogue from behind. If she couldn’t stand, she would stay on all fours and attempt to get close enough to aim a cut towards the rogue’s legs, preferably the back of his knees.

If Tony seemed to do well on his own and the body had any signs of being one from the Guardians, she would attempt to make her way over to check if the other one was still alive and if there were anything she could do. She would still keep an eye on Tony and turn to try help him, if anything deemed it necessary.

Brenda was way too proud to think of just running away and to let your savior die just so you could save your own hide. That was a thing only rogues did! No, it was better to stick together. That was the Guardian way of doing thing and you had to know you could count of the other.
It would have been different had Tony not been in immediate danger. If he had been fine and ordered her out to safety and then decided to continue into some more dangers, that would have been out of Brenda’s hands. But not when he was visible fighting just in front of her, for both their lives, she was no coward.


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