"Thanks, Shannon!" Hex called out, glancing over at the Amaura.

Her Mawile seemed to be half-paralyzed by the aura that Shannon had just released. It stumbled around on less-than-steady feet. There was an occasional crack of electricity and the Mawile would actually buckle, it's joints seemingly giving way. It was perfect for a gust. Hex began to flutter her wings rapidly once more. These Mawile were certainly starting to be come a pain. If they weren't dealt with soon, they could seriously jeopardize the whole mission. Already it seemed some of their teammates were badly injured. Anthony looked like a pile of slop. Josh was out of his bucket, the water spilled everywhere. Another strong gale was beginning to be formed. Her crystalline wings suddenly gave forth to a strong gust, letting loose a strengthened gust of air. The paralyzed Mawile was easily pushed back, it's limbs twitching and out of order. 

"I think I got this one." Hex said, watching as the paralyzed Mawile was thrown back. "Seems pretty weak right now." 

The Mawile seemed to be done for. The paralyzation, the water, and the wind had to have effected it. It was off balance and cross eyed, trying to make sense of the battle. Hex stirred up another strong gust, her wings working hard. A steady flow of adrenaline seemed to be what mostly kept her wings steady. Otherwise, they would have given out a long time ago. She released another gust at the weakened Mawile, but quite a bit less thick and controlled. The gust knocked the Mawile to it's feet. She released a series of smaller gusts at the Mawile until it seemed to stop fighting. The only movement from the Mawile was the occasional twitch of it's legs or elongated mouth. Hex fluttered down, examining it. It seemed knocked out, but she didn't want to get too close for fear that it was just playing dead, and it was just waiting to snatch her up in it's fangs.

"This one is done." Hex said, flying back up from the Mawile.