"Ergh." I groaned, tapping my magnets together and letting off a few sparks. "Let's put these things back into shape." I would never say that, but lately I wasn't really myself. Less pain meant I could concentrate more, and unfortunately (paradoxically in fact) it brought more pain thinking about the last few days.

The ocean was clear, elegant and had webs of sunlight on the surface. You could see further than up in a mountain, gazing out at everything from seaweed to seaweed that were really Pokemon. And yet, instead of enjoying the beauty again, we were fighting a literal juxtaposition underwater. Physics didn't make sense on its own, and going into that messed up zone would probably kill us... or for worse, trap us forever. "Alright, keep your distance away from that place. You don't want to end up as those Pokemon down there!"

And then, Spruce somehow got hit by flames underwater. To our relief, he didn't get burnt, but obviously stuff wasn't working out well - he was hurt, and it was clear the influence of the breakdown of physics was spreading. "Ah, heck." To my amusement, when I let out a small thunder attack, it was amplified into... well, a laser. the 'lightning bolt' went straight, just damn straight. It was like a rod formed within a millisecond. Unfortunately, I just missed the Charmeleon and hit an imploding pillar. Disturbingly, he had an uncanny resemblance to those Shadow Pokemon... and, worse, he had the fucking crystal. My Ars. This wouldn't end well. Again.

"If we had a Plan B, I think it would involve getting back to the guild. Anyone?"