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Robby would have to take a moment to catch his breath, what with the blow to his back having been around the shoulder blades, pushing his air out and winding him. Moving after that hadn't been easy, and now the lad was forced to move again, seeing that the others were starting to move inside of the stadium.

That meant that this would be the best time for the lad to eat before they were pushed into the fight with that ghost chick.

He was next after Sally to start moving towards the entrance. The intent once inside was to find the nearest stand that would have a hotdog, which he had the oddest craving for now, as if someone had mentioned it only moments before.

But then, that was impossible. He'd remember someone mentioning a hotdog.

Kentas eyes were locked on Jump for afew moments. He had been completely useless... But He had... Jump shows up and.. He shook his head, and then nodded to Jumps request and called Kai, who was trying to distance his trainer from the fight, back into his ball. Then, Kenta charged forward following N.

((Going off of a memory eleven years ago of the time I was at a stadium, and some other stuff is just made up 3x))

Stadium Lane Apartments

Four shots was all the rifle held at one time, and Nicole's advancement through the parking lot was over. She was staring across the street, but this is where it got interesting. Viper loaded the next bullet, marked with a lightning bolt. Cocked, aimed and fired.

Nicole, as if sensing the aura inside the bullet, jumped aside and it hit the street and exploded into an electric blast, causing the woman to cringe and her muscles to temporarily lock up as she hit the ground.

She recovered in the same instance that Viper reloaded her rifle, four new bullets - all aura infused to be elemental. She took aim once more.

Big Stadium: South Entrance

Henrietta and Wayne followed the others into the stadium. Stadiums, if you had ever been to one, were a heaven of marketing. Stands lined the 'hall' areas on several floors leading up to the highest seats in the bleachers with stairs and elevators lining the walls to help people traverse them. The lowest doors into the stadium were often off-limits, serving as entrances for VIP people, players for teams, coaches, etc.

Abandoned stalls lined the halls on the first floor, the smell of food, grown cold or burnt from being left on for so long was strong enough to overtake any other smell of the arena.

Outside, Zack faced down Odin.

"I hate it when guys like you talk." Self righteous speeches of superiority were the worst things. The more he was hitting things, the better Zack felt about guys like Odin. But Odin was different, by about two dozen years. Zack had never had to fight a kid on the job like this. A terrorist, a skilled one at that.

His eyes remained narrowed but on Odin. He didn't want to do it - didn't want to fight him seriously. He couldn't, he had no drive to. He took a step forward, throwing his weight into a punch and birthed from that was a small explosion. Nothing life threatening, or so he hoped, just something to startle the guy. To get him moving.

All Zack needed to do was capture him, keep him on his toes and it was easy enough to force someone to damn themselves into being caught. There were far too many mistakes born from uneasiness.

Big Stadium: Halls

Jackie traversed the halls with a combination of stealth and speed. There were no line of bodies following her, those were disposed of with such fluid skill that she barely had to stop moving. Enough doors to stuff someone in to avoid alerting patrols.

Her Aura Ability meant that nobody would be sneaking up on her either. She could feel the outlines of people as her right hand traced the walls, the people on the other side - she knew of their presence. Their subtle motions causing slight vibrations in the air, alerting the hairs that served as mechanisms for recon.

Her eyes moved to the person on the other side of another wall. They wouldn't notice her. It was the grace of heaven itself that even let this group, Freedom Liberation Front, take over the Stadium in the first place. Since her arrival, she'd only met chumps. Whoever had led this was stronger - but Jackie was confident they'd be able to handle it.

Strategic, efficient and powerful, that's what the World Govern-

The wall exploded, sending Jackie crashing into the opposite wall back first and landing on her rear. As she looked up she saw the blonde woman step through the debris to face her.

She got the drop on me?

Jackie's eyes met the woman's face and a scene flashed through her head. A teenager in a ruined home, crying and begging why. Her eyes widened only slightly and the uneasiness formed in her chest.

"So we finally meet," Sintre said, grasping the handle of her sword and drawing it slowly, "Jackie Redgrave."

Big Stadium: Lights and Camera Room

Stacy stayed in the lights and camera room, a window giving her a view of the battle. This room didn't so much as directly control the physical cameras that were perched all around the top of the stadium as control them remotely and monitor them. Basically, everything about the stadium was controlled lights and camera wise in this room without the need for a vantage point.

Physically controlled cameras were used but there was a crew for that, rooms in the upper areas meant for that sort of thing. It wasn't that one way or another was more efficient or preserved - it was simply that thought was put into making sure the best picture was used from the best method depending on the current - often(due to the nature of the sports) - sudden context of what was happening.

Sintre had said she was going out for a few minutes, but had told Stacy to remain in the room. She was worried about her parents, about her brother in the hospital. The battle outside was like a warzone, brutal and cruel as soldiers fought terrorists, splattering blood and taking life whenever they found the opening to.

But it wasn't as if battles were just machinegun warfare, Pokemon of all sorts from all types of regions and different evolutionary levels battled it out, bodies thrown around, laying where they are despite whether or not they were dead or alive, unconscious or awake.

There was a difference between efficient and bloodthirsty, and that difference was passion. There was a very clear dislike from both sides for the other.

Big Stadium: Bleachers

The Bleachers were easy to access, but the easiest way to get to them without getting lost was to start up a flight of stairs and exit through one of the narrower halls into the bleachers proper. The second story bleachers, the closest to the field, was about a twenty or so foot drop.

Wayne and Henrietta burst out into the bleachers at about the same time - into the warzone that was the arena proper.

Henrietta covered her mouth and a stifled gasp. Wayne narrowed his eyes. Between the two, there were no words for what they were seeing. It didn't matter how Takamaru had tried to explain it - this was much worse than words could accurately portray.

"That's Pachi," Wayne said to whomever had followed them as his eyes settled on the stage. At the stairs, The Tall Man was throwing people this way and that, keeping them from getting to the stage. A rifle was used whenever anyone tried to take him at range, and they'd be met with a heavy Pokemon like Steelix or Golem, crushing them into a wall or the ground.

There was no mercy, and those with the luck to survive their bouts dove into another one. The only one that seemed hesitant to was...

"Azucena!" Henrietta called when she spotted the girl near the stage, eyeing The Tall Man.

"I have to help her," Henrietta said.

Wayne kept his eyes on Pachi. There was a thought, one that they all probably shared deep down.

"Everyone, come back alive." Henrietta said these words and started off for the railing that was meant to keep people from falling over the edge, and she began her awkward climb down.

"Yeah," Wayne said, it wasn't meant to sound distant, but there wasn't a lot to add to the sentimentality of it all.

"Let's kick that ladies a**," he said, and he too made for the stage, to go after Pachi.

Big Stadium: Center Stage

Azucena was out of breath, she'd made the lame attempt of trying to use a Snarl to attack The Tall Man. They'd been met with a rifle shot. Luckily, nobody was dead, but now they had a new Pokemon to contend with.

The Tall Man paid her no mind now that she was struggling with another of his Pokemon. They were beginning to litter the entire arena, giant heavy Pokemon clashing with soldiers, the tides of conflict were turning every which way faster than one could think. Stronger soldiers and weaker soldiers clashed with the same varying terrorists - it meant that some of his Pokemon were slaughtering, some were destroyed.

More like a battle of attrition, The Tall Man observed, than a real fight. Still, this was one stronghold against another, they were hardly ready for the brunt of things.

And if this got so far as to warrant Code: Houseman, or Kero Redgrave arrived, they'd be in deep trouble.

There were tales, actually. Because nobody really survived Code: Houseman to tell you about it, it was just tales. Some people said one thing, some people said another. The Tall Man knew the truth, both sides. One, that Houseman was very real, and two? If he dropped, battles ended, no matter how intense.

Kero Redgrave was another threat, if he were to tell you that Kero ended battles by arriving, he'd be lying. It was more accurate to say that Kero's presence was the same as Houseman's as it marked the end of conflict, but in a different way.

With Houseman, you simply died on proximity - or so they say. With Kero, you were systematically destroyed, as if you were just ants spread out too far for all the bug spray to hit at once.

So they were lucky, for Pachi's jamming, and the lack of appearance of those two. For now, they only contended with small fry.

"Hey, Boss, I'm kinda bored." Nobody had approached in a good while. He pointed to Azucena, who was struggling fruitlessly against the Pokemon. "And watchin' some chick get murdered ain't my style, mind if I go out for a smoke?"

A bright light formed, the flames announced the fall of his Pokemon. The Tall Man looked over at Henrietta and a tired Melty. The new girl exchanged words with the old one, and a pokeball was handed over and the Chandelure was recalled.

"Never mind," The Tall Man reluctantly said as he took a deep breath and faced down the bunch of kids. "Looks like our doormen failed."

Big Stadium: East Exit

McCoy babied his stub as the last of the people exited the stadium. Nicole had cut off the prosthetic, leaving the plastic stub that once held his fake hand. "Looks like we're clear," he said as the evacuation came to an end. He grabbed his gun from the holster strapped to his chest and peaked inside.

"s**t," he said. The sound of war off in the distance, muffled behind the walls of the stadium that lead to the arena proper. "This ain't good." No back up, no orders, nothing. If he was gonna go in, it was gonna be alone.

"s**t."

Big Stadium: VIP Entrance

Helena and Elysia burst through the exit doors of the VIP area with Scizor close behind. It hadn't been much trouble to escape. Rather, it was almost like they'd been allowed to.

Scizor turned toward the stadium. [Kero, where are you?] The crimson Pokemon narrowed his eyes before approaching the car that Elysia had ushered Helena into.

"Are you gonna get in?" Elysia asked and Scizor shook his head. "Then tailing."

Scizor nodded.

"Alright." She rolled up the window and started driving, and Scizor took off after her, to play escort and bodyguard until they got to safety.

Tk leaned forward on Saria's back and she dove forward through the stadium and into the fray, right after Salieri and N. Just as the last time, he was immidietly assaulted by WG soldier's. Saria did her best to Arial dodge the various attack but her trainer saw it was too much for her in the enclosed space.

The Silver haired youth Recalled the steel bird in a flash of light before drooping down onto the grassy surface that was the stadium floor, where he was forced to dodge a blow to the head by one of the same WG Soldier's that began attacking him and Saria just moments ago.

"Wait wait wait! im on your side" He called, holding his hands up in a gesture to stop. The WG Soldier didn't by it. With out missing a beat the Soldier leg swept Tk causing him to fall onto his back side. Before the Soldier could do a Follow up The youth rolled outta the way, where the soldier's fist connected with the ground harmlessly. Jumping to his feet he charged the soldier while simultaneously releasing his aura. So instead of one fist the Soldier received two to the face. The attack didn't do much more than knock him down and give the twin Tk's time to dart away from the disoriented soldier.

The two Tk's Jumped in and out of battle's. For the most part the just went around confusing FLF agents. Between his unique aura ability and his skillful yet confusing break dance like movements, it wasn't hard. Somewhere along the way he was forced to call out Iron Hide to help defend against an attacking Herdier. 'Kind of a lame choice in partner if you ask me...'

But for the most part he just kept himself alive, heeding Henriatta's advice on not dying and all that.

((Should also note, communication with electronic devices in Nimbasa should still be impossible.))

Big Stadium: Center Stage

The Tall Man stared down Circa after he fell through the portal. Great, he'd never get a smoke like this. "Nice to meet you," he said, raising his right hand, fingers closed, like he intended to fist bump Circa.

Then the Haxorus' head rose, and out from its mouth came a Hyper Beam.

Big Stadium: South Entrance

Zack kept his eyes on the sword as it spun toward him. Like watching a fan blade, one could predict the placement of the handle by watching it closely. Focus gave it form, let him see exactly where it was. Zack would side step the whirling blade and catch the handle, spinning it once to aim the blade toward the ground before dropping it and using a leg to push it down into the ground.

Natural Infusion let him bury it, either the handle would break or the handle would also be imbedded into the concrete, as Zack looked toward Odin.

He had not yet crossed the distance,playing defensively.

He waited.

Big Stadium: Halls

Fighting a sword with a knife wasn't exactly the best strategy on paper. How it actually worked, was it let Jackie deflect at the tip of swings, bracing against them to perfectly confront the sword.

Pushing it aside, she stepped into the zero distance, the knife coming down toward Sintre who used the force of her sword being push aside to spin out of the way.

Standing side of side for only a brief moment, both fighters brought their legs into the equation, and with the connect of both legs the two separated several feet.

But now Jackie had her strands of hair on Sintre, and she made use to try and bind the woman - when they broke apart in bursts of flame.

The two met again, blades clashing, this time Sintre used the blade closer to the hilt, bracing one hand behind the other to force Jackie's knife into a wall before kicking her away.

The distance was made and Jackie looked to be unarmed now.

Big Stadium: The Field

Henrietta:

Henrietta grabbed Azucena's wrist as soon as The Tall Man was gone, teleported away by... something.

"Come on," she said and Azucena looked over at her.

"What are you doing here? I thought you'd left." Azucena looked injured, dirty, grass stains. Probably not as bad off as Henrietta but she dealt like it like she was. Not used to it, it seemed.

"No way," she said and she tugged the girl along as she moved toward the pit. From here were the locker rooms. She released Socant.

"Set a trap," she said as she moved to the shower stalls, turning on the hot water and slowly filling the locker room with steam.

Socant lined webs around the locks, between them, basically the steam would obscure the trap of webs that the locker room became.

"They went this way!" shouted a soldier as he followed them. To him they must look like FLF agents, who were mostly dressed as civilains.

"Henrietta, where are we going?" Azucena whispered as the two got outside of the locker room through the double doors. Socant stayed behind, holding a string.

In the background a man was shouting about being stuck. The grunts of his Pokemon indicated that they were in the same boat.

"I'm getting you to safety," Henrietta said as Socant converted the webbing to electricity, shocking the WG soldier and his Pokemon as Henrietta gave another tug on Azucena's wrist.

"What about you?" Azucena asked.

"I need to help my friends," Henrietta said.

There was a crash further down the hall and Henrietta looked in the direction of it. "I need to go."

Azucena grabbed Henrietta's shoulder and she turned to face her.

"Who are you?" Azucena asked, brow furrowed.

"Hum." Henrietta didn't have a real answer. What would Wayne say?

"I'm a super hero."

Azucena, looking stunned, let go of Henrietta who turned and ran off in the direction of the crash, Socant skittering along behind her, having sealed the door up with more web.

Azucena turned in the opposite direction. The exit was this way. She set out, K-Rok and Ervin following along behind her.

[A super hero?] Ervin asked.

K-Rok, who had met her before, said [yeah, she and her friends play super heros.]

Wayne:

Wayne was heading for the stage, narrowly dodging the stray attacks from both sides with Eukarya aiding in telekinesis, the three heads watching three directions to make sure they were safe.

He knew this idea was stupid, but they'd all signed up for it. They weren't fighting Plasma though, some terrorist group called... Fluff, right?

Yeah, Fluff, that was probably it.

He managed to get back from the electrified baton of one of the soldiers as the man came at him, thanks to Eukarya.

"Ah, man, you could hurt me with that." He looked at the soldier. "Listen," he said, learning from the first time this happened, "I'm Za-

He ducked under another swing, being cut off. He released Daphne the Lilligant who sent a wave of Sleep Powder at the man, but it was blocked by his helmet.

"Crap." He began dodging, this time by his own skills, barely avoiding blows, some glancing and stinging his arms and chest with electric shocks. Every glance earned a wince as tried to keep at least one step away from the guy.

As the man grew fed up with the dodging he reached for a pokeball, this is when telekinesis hit him from behind. Eukarya concentrated, forcing the man to pull his helmet off and this time Daphne put him to sleep with the Sleep Powder.

"That was close!" Wayne shouted.

Driftveil City: The Sky

Now in full electrical form, Cassandra flew through the air as fast as lightning. Jump rebounded off the air with his special vibrating kicks, keeping up with his foe as they raced above the city. Down below, people looked up to see the two distant blurs travel neck and neck at mach speeds.

Everytime they slammed into each other, a sonicboom was created, forcing them apart before they did it again. The rooftops of taller buildings cracked from the shockwaves.

“You’re far too young to be taking me on!” Cassandra yelled over another sonicboom as Jump careened towards her once more. This time, she got above him, so when their kicks connected he was blasted at the ground.

His impact annihilated the car he landed on, but fortunately no one was inside. Jump got back to his feet, barely losing momentum as he sprang back up into the air after the older woman. By now, the two of them had exited Driftveil and were flying over Route 6.

“And you’re too old to keep this up!” he roared back to her, boosting his speed to get ahead. When he had a little distance, he turned around to clap his vibrating hands together at sonic speed. “Bite me!”

The clap created a shockwave that Cassandra flew into. It flung her backwards, but not for long, as not a second later she was powering through to catch up to Jump again as they headed to Chargestone Cave.

Big Stadium: South Entrance

Odin just stared at Zack. Then at his sword embedded in the ground. He pointed his palm at the handle.

The sword began to hum like a magnet. It started to move, shaking slowly before rising out of the earth the way it had entered. It flew back to Odin and he caught the handle, returning it to his side.

He went back to staring at Zack. His grey eyes twinkled. Zack's counter had been analyzed.

"Not good enough."

Big Stadium: Playing Field

It wasn’t easy for Salieri to navigate the field. Even if her goal was right in front of her, the sheer amount of interference made a straight path impossible. Salieri zigged and zagged away from whatever battles were in front of her. The stage grew bigger and bigger with every step forward.

If this place is rigged to blow then why is she still inside? What is she waiting for-

Salieri stopped on a dime and leaned all the way backwards. She saw her surprised reflection in the blade of the WG issued knife that whizzed just past her face, cutting off some strands of hair. She continued her motion into a backhandspring, gaining little distance from the pursuing soldier.

Where did he come from? The Battle Girl bobbed side to side, dodging repeated stabs. When she saw her chance, she outstretched her hands and guided the soldier’s stabbing arm, pulling him towards her. “Do I look like a terrorist to you?”

She slid her arms back and wrenched the knife out of his grasp. The disarming left her vulnerable to a roundhouse that knocked her in the face. Now she knew what N meant when he said they had the strength of ten men. Then again, she wasn’t just any one girl.

Salieri reeled back, but spun with the motion and delivered a spinning back kick to her opponent’s stomach. She didn’t let up, thrusting her open palms together into his chest as soon as he righted himself. The soldier was knocked away, swallowed by another fight.

“Heh.” Salieri couldn’t help but smirk. She put a hand on her hip. “Don’t mistake me for cannon fodder, you halfwit-“
“Linoone! Hyper Beam!”

Sal swiveled around. A lone WG soldier had gotten the drop on her from a distance. His Linoone charged up the attack in his mouth before releasing it.

Thinking fast, Sal released Haizhe. Before he could make commentary on how they were running the opposite direction of the abandoned food stands, she grabbed him and stretched his body around her. As the Hyper Beam neared, Haizhe caught on to the plan.

The beam of light blasted through friend and foe alike, knocking them all up into the air with massive concussive force. It collided with the side of the concert stage, but it’s sturdy construction kept it standing with little damage.

When the stage rocked, Pachi’s apathy was similarly shifted. She looked up to try and find the source of the Hyper Beam, and instead she saw Salieri standing amidst an empty path of destruction.

One of the tribeswoman’s eyes twitched at the sight of Sal. “Tall Man, get him off the stage. I don’t care how.” She slowly lifted a palm, and pointed it towards the distant Salieri.

Once the beam subsided, the only thing left in it’s wake was a large, blue bubble. It reshaped itself, revealing Salieri had been inside. Haizhe returned to his normal Frillish form. Despite the bubble being incredibly thin, Haizhe’s immunity to Normal type attacks made him the shield of choice.

But the WG soldier that had ordered the Hyper Beam was still ready to fight. And his Linoone was almost done recharging. Salieri got into a fighting stance, facing down the black mask of the soldier.

A murky black portal opened up next to the soldier’s waist, and a well manicured hand reached out of it to grab the pokeball on his belt. When the portal opened up, a chill ran down the Battle Girl’s spine and she released a cold breath. It was her often ridiculed sixth sense. A ghost?

Linoone was returned, and the hand crushed the pokeball in a fierce grip. Sal almost gasped when she saw red wisps of energy burst out and fade away as the bits of pokeball crumbled to the ground. The soldier could only look down, slack jawed. “…Linoone?”

The hand retreated back into the portal, and it closed. Another opened up in front of the soldier’s face, and the hand reached out to grab it. With another crushing grip, the hand squeezed hard on the helmeted head. The soldier’s body convulsed for a moment as the helmet cracked. This time, a much more familiar red substance oozed out as the hand dropped the body to the floor.

Salieri took a step backwards when the hand and portal disappeared once more. The familiar chill of her sixth sense returned. Although she sensed the portal would open in front of her, Sal didn’t have time to move away from the hand that grabbed her face as well. Her eyes widened as the palm blocked her mouth. “Mmph!”

The hand pulled back in to the portal, taking Salieri with it. She was dragged into the portal just before it closed.

Big Stadium: Concert Stage

The Hyper Beam fired away, a large pillar of light that extended out to the upper stadium wall. When it was over, Circa’s remains were not in it’s path.

“It’s nice to meet you as well,” Circa said to Goldberg, only a few feet away from the area he had sidestepped seconds beforehand. The beam had passed right by him. Circa frowned. “Or at least it might be, if these were different circumstances.”

This man appeared to be the obstacle standing between him and Pachi. Apprehending her was vital to the mission’s success. It was only natural she’d take heavy precautions to guard herself, even if she had an Aura ability well suited for diversion.

What this meant to Circa was that he would have to take care of Goldberg before he could move on. Whether he wanted to or not.

“My apologies,” he said as he held up an arm. With another flick of his wrist, he threw the needles at Goldberg. There were four that cruised through the air like bullets: two aimed for Goldberg’s pecs, and two aimed for the bicep of the arm with the Haxorus that had just fired the Hyper Beam.

Salieri realized she had been warped to the concert stage. It wasn’t like when her dad’s Gallade Teleported her around. That felt like being in one place and all of the sudden, you were in another. This was different. This felt like she had been swallowed by a pitch black, icy cold darkness. She had never experienced a cold this biting before. And then she had been returned to the world of the living.

The hand on her face –Pachi’s hand- let go, allowing the Battle Girl to stumble backwards. She spat on the ground and then locked eyes with Pachi. Eyes that happened to be the same amber color. The FLF commander tilted her head to the side, watching Salieri’s expression becoming more and more confused.

“Who…” Salieri shook her head rapidly, snapping out of her confusion to give Pachi a confrontational snarl. “Who the hell do you think you are?”

Behind the bandanna obscuring the lower half of her face, Pachi almost smirked. She leaned forward and practically whispered.

“I’m the bouncer.”

That chill ran down Salieri’s spine. No.

She tried to step backwards, but the portal formed on the ground below her. Salieri spun around, trying desperately not to get absorbed. She saw N in the distance. He stood where she was only seconds ago, watching with a gaping jaw as Salieri fell inside the darkness. She reached out for him. “N! Help-“

Her call was lost in the darkness, as was she. The portal closed and Salieri was gone.

Big Stadium: Playing Field

Where did she go?

One second before, he saw Salieri on the stage. Calling for him. And then she was gone.

Is this Astral?

N’s fists trembled at his side as his mouth closed. His eyes narrowed at the stage.

I didn’t do anything.

He took a deep breath, then released. His trembling ceased.

This won’t be for nothing, Salieri. I promise you that.

N whipped his head around, spotting Wayne TK and Robby in the crowd behind him. “Everyone! We have a path!” he called out, pointing to the area cleared out by Linoone’s Hyper Beam. Fighting was starting up again in this spot, and soon it would be filled by battle again. Their window of opportunity was closing before them.

The green haired trainer started running ahead, with Zero at his side. “Hurry!” he called back as he dashed forward as fast as he could. When he got close enough to the stage he leapt up, landing on it’s edge.

On the far end was Pachi, once again sitting in the director’s chair she had commandeered before. She had returned to examining her nails. N pointed to her.

“What did you do to that girl!?” he called over to her angrily.

((The path to the stage is open for now, y'all))

Robby being Robby was checking one of the various points that would normally be selling hotdogs, if not for the panic that had driven everyone away. The result was the obese lad sorting through them, in a sense. Various burnt ones, a few just slightly overcooked. He was pretty sure that there was one that was just cooked right.

And somewhere, he knew ,there would be raw hotdogs. Just waiting for cooking. But then, he was supposed to be doing something.

There was a sound to his side, and the lad glanced, seeing a WG soldier stepping into his vision. For a moment, the lad was unnoticed. It was probably instinct that saved him, the Timburr being released from his pokeball before the soldier had glanced over. And then Bacon was released in another movement, as a matching Timburr was released and started fighting with Robby's still-not-properly-named friend.

Arm thrust was enough to stop the soldier from releasing any other pokemon. It must have been luck, or coincidence, that the man was beaten back and eventually taken out by the continued thrusts.

Meanwhile, the Timburrs were having their own battle. Pound, low kick, rock throws using various things not attached to the ground in place of rocks. It wasn't long before their parry-evade-parry-strike fight was moved further away from the group. Robby paid it no mind, and released Roast to help in his defense as the two pokemon moved their fight away...

And once finally satisfied with the food, Robby moved on, to catch up with the rest of the group. On the way, he was lucky enough to witness the end of the battle.

Pounds met, pieces of timber clashing with a loud sound. Another, and another as Grant backed away, his opponent gaining the upper hand as his piece of timber cracked and threatened to break. There wasn't much chance for him, here. He could feel it... And yet... He couldn't lose.

He was the hero. Heroes didn't lose.

Another swing, light covering the body of the pokemon. In the next moment, the soldier's timburr's timber broke, and its face was met with repeated pounds from a large girder. In an almost nonchalant way, Robby was rejoined, and the rest made their way to catch up with the rest...

Big Stadium: South Exit

Usually it would be a great idea to just wait this one out. FLF was not gonna take down the World Government, that much was true. In fact, it could be called a fact of life.

These guys were chumps.

Fighting a kid wasn't Zack's thing. He could've just waited this one out. It would be easy.

But Wayne was inside.

Zack moved forward, closing only most of the distance, as soon as he got close enough he'd kick into the ground, the explosion that resulted would blow the ground upwards, the angle meaning that Odin would face a barrage of cement debris.

Big Stadium: Concert Stage

Goldberg used both Haxorus' blades to deflect the needles. It was a pretty simple gimmick, one he'd seen before. Even if someone tried to use the smallness of the needs to mask it, proper throwing methods gave away their existence. People that didn't at least practice this ended up hurting themselves far more than getting a needle across the room to someone else - if they could even accomplish that much.

Four needles in four directions, hitting other people entirely.

"Like you bastards know what that word means," Goldberg grumbled and he started toward Circa.

The stage wasn't big enough for Circa to use it at his leisure, Goldberg was already mostly over the distance between them when he'd been teleported as well.

He aimed to catch Circa right in the stomach with a Haxorus punch, if it landed he'd be able to swing his arm before Circa could be thrown away, and drag the blade right across his stomach.

Big Stadium: Playing Field

"Sal!" Wayne called out as he finished crossing the distance to the stage. He quickly made his way up the stairs and onto the stage proper. All they had to do now was defeat this lady. Her portals were going to be a problem.

They'd have to watch each other's backs, anything reckless would get one of them killed.