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 was no way he was reaching Rocky before the attack reached Arceus, of course, but Nate rushed as fast as he could anyhow. He could feel where Rocky was, like the one fucking time the damn psychic link was useful, and weaved his way through the fight, dodging meteors as well as attacks from his own team. Overhead... some kind of portal? And the attack and Arceus just flew straight into it, holy fuck. Nate growled as Arceus toppled out of the sky. After all that fucking work trying to keep that guy alive. And he'd almost thought they'd
managed it for a second, too.
There Rocky was, or his core at least. It lay off by itself in a crater in the Reverse World's cracked surface, smoking lightly. "Jesus," Nate said, coming up beside it. "Guess he smacked you pretty hard, huh?"
For one second he actually considered leaving the damn thing there. Obviously Rocky wouldn't be making trouble anytime soon, so nothing for him to do here.
Nate considered the ultra stone for a few moments. Yeah, sure. He scooped the ultra stone up and deposited it in the bag that had landed next to it, then proceeded to drag the lot back towards the battle. The fight was mostly over.
Hopefully. Life sure did like to throw out some fucking curveballs. Nate didn't even know if Rocky'd be able to use his weird interdimensional power anymore, but at least they'd have a chance at it if anything came up last-minute.
Joule hung overhead, motionless. Maple was up there with him, finally. It looked like she might have gotten through to the guy, finally, or at least he didn't seem too keen on attacking anymore.
A call came down from overhead.
Nate, right? Is there anything you can do to help us?
Nate squinted up. On one of the platforms overhead, that was... a familiar, a ninetales. Nate didn't think he knew the guy, but Rocky would've been able to identify him immediately, no doubt.
So they wanted to go help Arceus, was that it? Nate was tempted to tell the guy to just fuck off, but... they needed Arceus around. Nate had some questions he wanted answered. And besides, he could only imagine the whining if Rocky ever found out he'd had the opportunity to help Arceus and had fucked off to deal with Joule instead.
"Yeah," he sighed, reaching into his bag. "Catch!" He tossed one of the pokéballs up to the familiar. "If he's still alive, you can use this on him. It'll keep him stable until you can get him to the infirmary and make it easier to bring him back with us. I got a feeling we're gonna be in a pretty big hurry to get out of here."
Back to the battle, then. Was Maple having any luck up there? Nate squinted once again into Joule's glow. Still no attack from him, Maple was still up there... and, wait, were those familiars? Going in for the attack? What the fuck were they
doing?
Nate dropped his gaze back to the rest of the team on the ground. What the fuck were
they doing? Wasn't anybody going to stop those guys?
On the contrary, it looked like half the team was gearing up to attack Joule themselves. Nate cursed and let the strap of his bag fall, heading into a full-tilt run again. "Hey, hey, hey! Knock it off! Don't fucking attack, let Maple do her thing!" He was never going to reach them in time, fuck. One of the vulpix was taking off into the air, and people were already flying around up there...
But there was... an incineroar. Starr. More with the fucking evolution, lovely. And she had some kind of dark attack all charged up, looked like she was about to let loose on the fucking dragon they were supposed to be saving. Maybe he could reach her, at least.
Nate threw himself forward, putting himself between Starr and Joule. "What the fuck are you doing? Cut that shit out! Do you
want Joule to freak out and turn Maple into fucking atoms?"
Hopefully that'd snap her out of it. If it didn't look like she was going to stop, Nate would see how she liked a hydro pump.