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Natalie ([personal profile] walking_on_fire) wrote in [community profile] nexus_crossings 2019-03-22 09:12 am (UTC)

Seeing a forward attack is one thing, but getting surprised by a flank assault should've been predicted. There's a shocked reaction from Pokemon and trainer alike when the fire gets reversed back at the targets, thankfully not doing much harm. No, that's the job of the grunts, who begin shooting at Incineroar and Emboar mercilessly. Shots gets dangerously close and actually do graze the Pokemon, causing them to cry out in anguish before attempting a return attack.

Natalie, however, dives down among the forces, Volcarona covered in searing flames. The shanks don't stand a chance, but a wild shot hits Volcarona's wing in desperation. The Pokemon is able to recover, but Natalie gets thrown to the snowy ground, immediately feeling the wind escape her lungs. Every one of her Pokemon more to protect her, but instead of giving commands, she recalls everyone back to the safety of the Pokeballs.

Volcarona and Politoed are the only two left, the frog Pokemon throwing up a protective shield to deflect any attacks. It won't last long, as Volcarona hovers close, quietly urging her trainer to stand once more. In that moment, Natalie looks around weakly, hearing a haunting voice calling out to her in the back of her brain.

Is this what you wanted to see? It's a reminder that you're not a hero and that all things must die.

Her head is raised enough to see Blake and Natasha rushing towards the giant, it's terrifying eyes burning into her psyche. Now she understands what they mean. Chaos. Destruction. She's seen that glare from humans, enemies and allies alike. Beings that care about only themselves.

"This is what I signed up for..." She gets to her knees, coughing up blood, while pocketing the pokeballs in a safe spot. Off comes her coat, driven by a feverish heat within, most certainly adrenaline. Stumbling to the snowmobile, she's going to make sure the rest of her team gets handed off to Furiosa before they depart. It's too easy to run right now, but she's of no use to people on the convoy.

This is the place where she plans to make her last stand. Win or lose. Do or die.

She reaches for her radio, hoping her message can reach the Guardian. "Blaze. I have a trump card up my sleeve. I can't use it while moving though. Tell me what position to take and I'll unleash it on the Fallen."

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