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Loki focused his energies to create two psybeams, which he would hold to maintain. Next he would fire the first one at Magneton, and the second would be fired in response to Magneton's dodge, whichever way he decided to move with it.

Helena continued to watch the match. For now she was waiting for Magneton to use the right move, for them to make their attempt.

Loki teleported. The first Mirror Shot exploded into the range of where Loki had been. Taking the time to Psych Up while taking the first Psybeam meant that Magneton had time between that move and the first Mirror Shot where Loki released the energies of the second Psybeam, and used those energies instead to teleport up high.

"Stop him! Disable that attack!" Helena called instead.

Loki complied. His powers at their maximum, it gave him a hyper awareness of what he only had a semi-awareness of before. Prior to powering up, Loki had become aware of the opponent. He couldn't read him, not his thoughts, actions nor emotions, but he was aware of their existence. Like an unreadable language that he couldn't touch.

At this stage, there was still a lot that Loki couldn't do, because he simply didn't understand it. That said, he knew he could 'turn off' Magneton's ability temporarily. He could understand that and feel it now. Unless Clemont or Magneton had a guard against it, Magneton would lose his Mirror Shot and Loki, still high up, would split with the power of Double Team.

Finding Loki would take time. Even with Clemont's help, it wasn't a process of shooting attack A in response to attack B without complications. Loki had, even if it was a short amount of time, the time to calculate Magneton's trajectory and response. As he split, he'd twist himself in the air and make use of the fact that he was falling, and his center of gravity was also shifting in the air, to avoid an attack made as a near-immediate response.

The clone wasn't so lucky, being demolished by Magneton's attack. Each one of Magneton's attacks were made in response to one of Loki's. He was trying to make use of the gaps between techniques to strike the psychic type down.

Instead, Loki would begin to gather his energies around himself. Magneton was three selves combined as one, it allowed him to create multiple attacks. This gave Loki an idea, if he could gather enough energy it would allow him, theoretically, to perform two psychic attacks rapidly, back to back.

Loki was aware that he'd have to respond to Magneton's next attack, but he had the hope that it would be some plan breaking technique.

"This is pretty brutal for a second badge match," Helena said to Clemont. There was nothing she could do in the split seconds of their attacks to aid Loki. Instead, she decided to talk.

"I'm definitely not paying for the floor, but I'll buy you lunch if you tone it down," Helena said instead. If Clemont accepted, Helena was banking on him being unaware that it was, in fact, free pancake day.

That said, even Helena was aware that Clemont was playing way too strong for her second gym battle. Though she knew a part of it was that her Pokemon, on average, were way too strong to be using her weaker ones in a match.

Another part was that Clemont had clearly decided himself the winner, and wanted to immediately finish Helena off to get to his other matches.

"Fine, lunch and dinner and I wont even take advantage of free waffle day," Helena said in response. "But seriously, I'm sorry for hurting your feelings, and your arena, and anything else I might have hurt like your Pokemon. Don't you think you're getting a little too emotional for a gym leader, though?"

Loki only had one shot at this. Magneton and Clemont were a smart team. They were almost half as smart as Loki and Helena put together, Loki summarized. Still, it wasn't just about timing for this, it was about technique.

The strategy, in essense, is something that Loki had been doing for a long time. He simply had never been forced to do it this quickly. As the shockwave started up, Loki knew what he had to do.

Magneton's attack was meant to take out everything, and with the heightened power it also meant that it was dangerous to be touched by it, even for a fraction of a second. Loki had absolutely no room for error for his one chance shot at the electric/steel type.

As the shockwave moved to engulf every corner of the arena, Loki waited. Having faced such a timing before, and now that he was even stronger and smarter, he could calculate it. Loki disappeared right before the wave crashed into him. The attack was fast, and Loki banked on shockwave ending faster than his reappearance. Not that it mattered if it didn't, the psionic energies he'd built up were already taking form once he'd appear.

Loki would appear to grab on to Magneton, already in the position to have hold of him upon his arrival. Unless Magneton could get around the technique, he'd be teleported alongside Loki to the out of bounds area.

To Loki, it didn't matter if the electricity got him at that point. The teleport would be fast enough, if it worked, to go off before Loki was shocked through and through by Magneton's attack.

Ideally, both Pokemon would end up disqualified and it'd force the match into its next stage.

Loki returned to Helena's side for her to recall him. "That was a joke, I'm not actually paying for anything, I'm broke." She took Tyrant's ball and looked out at the arena. She had no control over the rest of this match. Maybe she could do this or that to try and influence how things might go, but she couldn't go any further.

It was all up to Tyrant.

"Look, I'm all saying is maybe you're a little angry and you should calm down. Even if you have fifty more matches before you can eat for the first time in three days, it's your obligation as a gym leader to do them all fairly, not dial it up cause you're mad."

The talking to was game. Helena had absolutely no control over the rest of this match, the only thing she could do was talk as casually as possible and hope Clemont didn't catch on to the fact that she was anxious about the fight.

Tyrant materialized on the same safespot he did before. He located Emolga, his lunch, and the rumble of a growl started in his throat. Tyrant felt the paralysis, and knew there wasn't much he could do. He would never catch Emolga, not by chasing, charging, or lobbing attacks.

Instead, Tyrant built up the air in his lungs, braced himself, and let out the biggest roar he'd ever managed. Except, it wasn't Roar, this attack could on force as it exited Tyrant's lungs.

This was Round.

Tyrant did indeed twist around to face Emolga. The creature was spinning and he waited until she tried to make the pass at him. That was when he Roared. Emolga couldn't retreat back to her ball, and Tyrant wasn't used to Pokemon fleeing into flashes of light. Instead, the circumstances he expected then were the ones that'd likely happen here.

Emolga would, unless she had a way out of it, momentarily freeze up in fear and/or shock, and that's when Tyrant's Roar would turn into a Round, to hit the slowed, if not outright immobile target.

If the attack hit, Tyrant would slam one foot into the ground, to fire up a flurry of Ancient Power stones molded from the arena floor to assault Emolga before she could regain her composure.

"You could always forfeit instead of me if you're that bored." Helena decided against arguing with him over who was better. Smack talk wasn't her strong suit, even if she had learned how to capitalize on a joke from her brother. "Then you'd never have to see me again instead of seeing me tomorrow, and the day after that, and so on and so forth."

Besides, there was no real arguing that Clemont was better suited for this. Helena might be able to challenge him if she had the same tools, but she didn't. For Helena, Clemont was better, she just wasn't sure he was better in every way.

Tyrant couldn't twist. His body locked up instead and his throat rumbled in a growl. Emolga made for her pass, and instead Tyant jumped to escape the range of it, moving in a different direction than Emolga.

The Pokemon was mostly a blur to him. As Tyrant landed, Ancient Power launching after Emolga, though mostly just a tactic to destroy the panel to avoid further electric shocks. Tyrant watched her move, and this time he settled.

Tyrant was a hunter. King of the age, but something had changed. At first he was hungry, not he was angry. Nothing was familiar, and the whole world was a landscape of unfamiliarity. Before him was a nimble target that he had no hope in taking on as he was.

His body was paralyzed, locking up and hard to move. Instead, Tyrant relaxed himself. It was the nature of his kind to charge, to brutally savage creatures with overwhelming power. Tyrant was smarter then that. He learned as he hunted, as the best of his kind did. Not a single one grew this powerful by just gusto alone.

So Tyrant would avoid the shadow of death that followed Emolga's movements, that tried to drape over him. Instead he would grow still, only breathing, focusing on that. He wouldn't react until Emolga made her next assault.