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[color=#b7353a]Sαɯყҽɾ[/color][/h1]
[sup]mentions: Fiona [@Psyker Landshark], Isaiah [@PrankFox], Nordrin [@Yankee] [/sup]
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Sawyer found Isaiah first, but didn't stop to exchange pleasantries. He dashed right past the dark type leader, croaking out a quick: [color=#b7353a]"Gee, thanks!"[/color] in lieu of a greeting.

They heard Fiona far before they saw her, her angry shouts easy to make out even in the surrounding ruckus. Her entire team was out fighting, holding back a horde of assailants from the lab. She was in the middle of mega evolving one of her Pokémon when Sawyer caught a glimpse of [i]them[/i]; three Pokémon he'd never seen before. They looked like fucked up amalgamations of a Scizor and a Bisharp - like someone'd plucked out the latter's head and claws and stuck them on the former.

[color=#b7353a]"What the[i] fuck?!"[/i][/color] Sawyer spat. He tossed the Pokéballs between his fingers into the fray and immediately went to grab the rest of his team too. Something told him the three abominations weren't just for show. If someone'd played Arceus and started splicing Pokémon like that, they'd damn better be strong.

[color=#b7353a]"Antagonist, Monarch, we're on. Keep yer eyes on the freaks,"[/color] he mumbled as the two materialized in front of him, followed soon after by the rest of his team. With that, Sawyer cracked his knuckles, searching for the closest thug. No way he'd let his Pokémon have all the fun.

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Four gym leaders was apparently enough to turn the tides in their favour. Pokémon after Pokémon fell to the combined attacks of their partners, and the thugs weren't spared either. By now, Sawyer'd earned himself a number of bruises, and more than one asshole commanding the Pokémon their very own concussion.

Then came a shout.

Sawyer straightened his back and spat at the ground, looking for the source of the shout. Luckily, it wasn't exactly difficult to find; some loser in a heavy cloak stepped out of the lab, yapping at his goons like a damn Herdier. Prototypes, he'd said. Now what the fuck did that mean? Who were these assholes, and what were they trying to make?

Looked like Fiona knew the guy - so maybe he'd ask her later. 

The cloaked guy sent out a bizarre Alakazam, gave an equally bizarre command, and then-- shit hit the fan. Antagonist dropped on all fours and dashed in front of Sawyer, crossing his arms and letting out a shout into the incoming tornado to try and shield his trainer from its impact.

The tornadoes ravaged the battlefield, leaving behind unconscious Pokémon from both sides. As the dust settled and Sawyer found himself on the ground under his Obstagoon, he realized half of his team had been knocked out. He and Antagoonist were only a little worse for wear, but Monarch, Mama and Teddy were out cold, with Stewart trembling behind a glimmering screen. 

The remaining thugs tripped over their feet as they fled the scene, but Sawyer barely noticed. His glare was fixed on the hooded man and the Steelix beside him. Fiona was damn right. They'd take this one the fuck down first. To hell with the small fries.

[color=#b7353a]"Stewart, Split your Power with the Alakazam! We ain't gonna be hit by that shit again. Antagonist, Night Slash it - and keep an eye on the others, I'm leavin' 'em to you!" [/color]If the two Pokémon knew any more weird moves, he trusted the Obstagoon would protect the weakest among them from impact. [color=#b7353a]"Ruler, y-"[/color]

The Slaking yawned, sprawled on the ground.

[color=#b7353a]"... You enjoy your fucking nap", [/color]Sawyer mumbled. [color=#b7353a]"You know what to do after. Hit hard. No quarter."[/color][/color]