The high winds do little to sway the rocks Carbink hurls through the air. They hit the rooftop and thunder across tile and brick alike, bouncing off chimneys and over angled eaves. There's a glimpse of a many-limbed shape trying to duck desperately out of the way. If it's using some kind of thermal sights, the rock Pokemon must be next to invisible to it. The bad news is, it isn't alone. More shapes are coming, over the roofs and some dropping down to dart through the streets instead - but for a minute anyway, the only sniper in range is far too busy saving its own hide to target the Pokemon again.

Blaze wakes in the dirt again. Resurrection is, always, a thrill and a shock: being pulled back from the embrace of death is never an easy thing. It's merely familiar, after seven years. The smell of dirt, of burned metal, the flickers of strange memory in her thoughts, the haunting echo of a shock rifle's round- just another day.

Wait.

She's halfway to her feet when she freezes. That sound wasn't just an echo of memory. She doesn't think so. No. No, that was real. That sound was real and she knows that sound.

The Titan surges to her feet, scrambling out of the crater she's made for herself. Volcarona flutters over the ground nearby, evading fire, Natalie still on its back; Ghost is saying something she doesn't hear over the shock burning through her circuits. There are guttural voices on the wind and now she's sure.

"It's the Light-damned Fallen!"