[center][h2][color=magenta]Mira[/color][/h2][/center]

Gripping the Lopunny's arm again, Mira ran as fast as her stubby legs would allow. Florentine had ways of defending himself against Flying types, she reminded herself, but that didn't stop her worry from growing the further she and Gabrielle fled.

Hearing a crackling impact, she saw the image in her mind before she turned around. The largest, oldest Noctowl fell to the ground and was still, feathers sparking. Thunder Punch, a move that was usually tutored, but could be self-taught with enough patience and adaptability, both strong points of the guard turned Gallade. The two other birds kept their distance, their heads flipping upside down. Even from this distance, Mira could feel their auras grow intense with deep thought. [color=magenta][i]"Now's our chance,"[/i][/color] she projected into Florentine's mind. [color=magenta][i]"Let's go!"[/i][/color]

As one owl readied a pink luminous orb - a Moonblast - Mira reacted instantly. Fatigue, stress and inexperience meant her psychic attack only gave the Noctowl a slight push backwards, but its sphere of light disappeared as its concentration broke. Feeling a presence move in to the side, the Gothitelle spun round, mustering all the energy she could and desperately firing it at the other Noctowl.

This time, it worked, though not in the way she'd intended. A feeling of weightlessness came over her as she rose a foot off the ground to the swooping Noctowl's level, sending three glowing blue and purple blobs slamming into it. With a shriek, the bird plummeted and lay unconscious. Utterly drained, Mira was the next to fall. She staggered back upon landing, then toppled into the grass.

Was that Psyshock she'd just used, instead of Psychic? Whatever it had been, she most likely wouldn't be capable of much more for the time being. 

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[center][h2][color=palegoldenrod]Gabrielle Angouras[/color][/h2][/center]

Spurred on through the dizziness by adrenaline, Gabrielle fled alongside one Psychic type, glancing back at the other. Her breath came in short, shaky bursts as her ribs tightened. How well would these two, still adapting to their forms, be able to fight?

Better than she'd thought, it turned out, as the Gallade blocked an attack and retaliated by throwing an electrified punch. One Noctowl fainted instantly, the other two standing rooted to the spot as their feathers fluffed and their heads turned upside down. Those owls had to flee, Gabrielle thought, furry fingers clenching. Surely they'd flee...

It all happened faster than she could process. Pink light welled, then faded as the Gothitelle's eyes flared blue again and one bird shuffled back a step. Taking advantage of the psychics' distraction, the other owl took to the air and tried to slip past the Gallade, but the next thing Gabrielle knew, the Gothitelle had begun to float up, a blue-purple glow surrounding her. Three orbs formed from the glow and shot at the descending predator, knocking it from the sky.

The outline of light faded from the Gothitelle, who dropped and stumbled before collapsing. Gabrielle hopped right over to her, trying to help her up. [color=palegoldenrod]"Please get up!"[/color] she begged. The exhausted Psychic type attempted to stand, only to groan and fall again, looking ready to pass out. [color=palegoldenrod]"Dammit, I said get up!"[/color] Gabrielle could barely speak through her dry mouth. She wasn't normally one to give others much thought, but people getting hurt trying to protect her... This was a different matter than usual.