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"Yeah, good idea," Nate said to Starr's retreating form. Poor Diyem. Nate sure as hell wouldn't want to be there if the guy had to tell Starr anything other than that of course he would bring Brisa and the rest back, immediately, in fact he'd already done it look there they all are over there...

Nate backed up as Starr approached, gathering water for a hydro pump. In the end, though, the incineroar's attack ended up going straight into the ground, shattering rock. Nate jumped. Holy shit, that one woulda hurt. At least it looked like Starr had mostly given up on trying to attack Joule...

Whoah. Holy shit. Starr was out of it, her voice alternately buzzing with radiance and seething with shadow. "Whoah, okay." Nate held up a hand, trying to keep his eyes on Starr's face, though his gaze kept slipping towards the shadows twisting around her claws. "Take it easy, there. We'll get...

The giant ball of death came roaring forward, and once again Arceus intervened. Or started to. It looked like he was distracted by--oh, fuck. Nate took off running again. If we all die because that asshole can't let go of his obsession with some blinged-out llama I swear to fucking God-- There...

Nate was already back in the fray, absorbed in launching hydro pumps at the dragon overhead. It was Rocky who noticed Arceus rising up again. For a second he simply looked on, confused, but then he took off in the legend's direction, yelling, "Wait! Stop!" "What the--?" Nate broke off his...

All things considered, the fight was going way better than Nate would ever have expected. Joule was kept so busy shaking off lightning and poison and ice that he hadn't even tried to counterattack. More weird voices emanated from Rocky's core, golden energy streaming out from the familiar to...

Nate was in the process of rolling his eyes at the little alien-thing's comment when he was distracted by a far-off voice. A familiar voice, maybe? He wasn't sure. But it sounded like it was coming from... Rocky? "Are you doing that thing again?" he asked, turning to the familiar. The golden...

Nate and Rocky hung around near the back of the group, Nate looking even surlier than usual in his blue bow-tie. Rocky kept shooting him nervous looks, while Nate in turn kept trying to put his familiar between himself and Arceus, scowling mightily at the assembled Beans. If anything he appeared...

There was an explosion of yelling from somewhere behind Nate. Oh, yeah, there was the something stupid. Against his better judgement, he looked over his shoulder. The poochyena, barking his head off at Mewtwo, surrounded by dark haze. More goddamn fucking shadow bullshit. Nate's heart lurched...

And yup, that was pretty much what happened when you decided to go toe-to-toe with Mewtwo. A little thing like evolution wasn't enough to save you against that monster. Nate had had at least a little hope that DarkWhite might be able to at least distract the guy, but apparently not. The weird...

Oh, thank God. Truffle showed up again with Maple in tow. Always great when you asked somebody to do something and it didn't result in them getting fucking incinerated. Nate bounded over to the two of them--as much as he could "bound" on his tinyass mudkip legs, it took like five fucking...

Oh, wonderful. It was just one fucking thing after another today, wasn't it? Nate tried to split his attention between DarkWhite and whatever the fuck was happening with Maple. It was fine if the mew-thing kept babbling, but if she started to attack... Maple's disappearance caught his...

If the battle was hard to describe afterwards, it was even harder to live through. Voices from other worlds, reversed worlds, fucking legendary fusions--it was all too fucking much. He was just going to have to make the bar a regular stop after these shitty fights, wasn't he? God, how did eac...