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As he had done before, Tempest pulled the pokeball back into his ectoplasm, hoping that it would be safe there until they could return to Destiny Village. Then he looked back to the others. Cal, Saltriv, Yveltal, and all the other pokemon that had come to help. "We should regroup with the others...

He let out a little "mm" in response to Cal. And then he leaned forward to press the ball against Arceus' forehead.

It looked... bad. Very bad. And what little healing Tempest could do didn't seem to help. Those with healing talents seemed to be doing a little better but... it wasn't enough. His ear twitched, acknowledging Cal's speech, but he said nothing of it. His gaze stayed intently on Arceus' face, and...

Tempest quickly regarded the pokeball. Nip had been caught in one of these before. He'd described as a warm, cozy nothingness. But he hadn't the time to dwell on that. He reached down and wrapped the ectoplasm that made up his paw around the ball, absorbing it. "We'll try healing first," he...

Tempest's tails drooped, dragging the ground as he stared up at the necrozma. Nip was gone, and he couldn't do anything about it. He hadn't even tried. Bahamut's words shook him out of his brief stupor. No. He was right. They had to remain strong. There would be time for mourning later. He...

That attack, it was growing too large too fast. If it kept growing at this rate, they would be struck down for sure. There had to be something he could do about it. Shadowy energy surrounded Nip, and he narrowed his eyes, swearing he could see Joule’s weak points just a bit more clearly. Nip...

His mind screamed at him, telling him to run. But he was glued to the spot. He kept his eyes on the mewtwo. Shadows swirled around his claws, leaving him ready to strike with poison if the mewtwo made any sudden movements. Currently he was focusing on Starr, menacingly floating towards her. Oh...

He. He disappeared. How? How did he just disappear like that? It wasn't a teleport. What sort of magical trickery was this? Nip's eyes dilated as he stood poised to fight. Or to flee, whichever he needed to do. On one hand, they should probably be thanking him for stopping the necrozma's...

He whipped his head around to look at Maple. Was she in any condition to conjure a portal out of here? "If we can't portal out," he began, his eyes hanging on the injured smeargle a few heartbeats longer, "then we need to at least take cover. Hide or something. Because I don't know about you...

"Can't you see that we're busy? Come back later." With that, Nip turned his attention back towards Joule. Before he had time to react, the necrozma let off a dozen or so volleys of the light attacks, one of which came far too close for comfort. He let out a feral screech and stumbled backwards...

Nip crouched, watching as Truffle took off, but ready to flee at a moment's notice. He waited to see if anything would change. Likely, the illusion would mask any rescue - or rescue attempts - but it didn't stop him from watching. Unfortunately, his concentration was broken by a certain...

Nip was still tense, aprehensive as he approached the edge of the island, trying to get a better look at Maple off in the distance. Instinct told him to back off and hide. Joule was an enemy they couldn't beat, and Maple's motivations were questionable at best. At the same time, logically...

Nip waved a paw in front of him, coughing as he inhaled the smoke, and stumbled in the direction of Bahamut's voice. "I. I think we got him. But where's the other necrozma?"