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With Pikachu and Charleon doing their best to deal with that annoyingly powerful Magmortar, the Haunter had left their flank, to use their ghostly abilities on the grunts, using their claws to tear through the grunts, digging into their entrails whenever getting the chance, along with the occasional hex and dream-eater to regain so of their power to carry out the next attack.
The haunters used the bodies o the dead as a marionette to cause even more chaos as the ghost type pokemon were becoming more and more aggressive as if sothing was affecting them
The Haunter focussed their ghostly energies, getting in tune with the ambient energy of the graveyard. It was ti for them to use their powers to the fullest.
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Fearow was loving it as he raced with Pidgeot
Due to all the training with their trainer's mate, the air slashes that were needed to be smaller, and more precise, so that they could focus the shockwaves enough to weaken the opponent. Now though, it was hardly a matter, since they could automatically channel energy at much higher quantities without batting an eye. The air slashes tore through the zombie grunts, sotis even slicing them into halves, a fate that so of the Umbreons shared with them as well—though, Pidgeot and Fearow couldn't help but notice that majority of the ghost population had already vanished—captured- Pidgeot translated, which ant that victory was pyrrhic at best. They would need to do so damage control.
At least towards the grunts' side of the battle, so that they could begin to deal with the Executive and that annoying fire-breathing abomination of his.
It didn't matter to the two if their approach could be lethal to them or soone else as long their family was safe and to keep them safe, the two avians were willing to kill.
Quickly deciding on an approach, Pidgeot raised her wingspan, manipulating the ambient ghostly energies of the graveyard, and began to weave a devastating combination.
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Wartortle slamd another powerful aqua jet into Magmortar, this ti striking true as the monster fell to the back, only to lift one of his cannons and blast scorching flas at him, the flas slamming him to the ground, as the Magmortar jumped off the ground, ready to end the battle with a powerful body slam. The funny thing was, even Wartortle knew it. After that kind of firepower hits him, a single body slam from that giant of a fire monster would send him reeling into a world of pain.
That, however, was not an option.
He watched the body of Magmortar, which shot high up into the air, propelled by his flas, before stopping in mid-air, and using the full might of gravity to end up on him.
Butterfree used baton pass as he gave the increase of power to Clefairy who concentrated as his eyes began to glow.
Fairy power flooded through him as his entire body flooded with raw power, as he shone like liquid light, before concentrating all that energy into the orb on his front, almost demanding an outlet to destroy. Clefairy gave it one.
Magmortar.
The shaft of liquid light slamd into a surprised Magmortar face-first, stopping his descent and instead, pushing him further upward until the light died out, and Magmortar, now wounded, fell from the sky, speeding towards the earth. anwhile, Clefairy concentrated his remaining energy into his top-right appendage, and just when Magmortar was at his height, slamd a full-powered teor Mash into him, sending the spitfire pokémon tumbling down the earth, before striking against a rock, which cracked instantly.
Wortortle, it seed, was rely waiting for this, as he made an excited roar before slamming his feet on the floor, sending a Surf, that shocked the hell out of most of the pokémon standing there, including and especially, the injured Magmortar.
Just how he liked it.
Wortortle grinned as he fixed his specks.
This is how you deal with bad guys; with style.
Clefairy let out a ntal sigh. Maybe there was a chance for them after - the thought died midway, as he saw the fire monster slowly push one of his appendages up.
Oh, co on. This is simply unfair.
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Ominous wind. A powerful wind-based attack in which the caster channels ghostly energy to flow with the wind created, to attack the opponent. The attack is useful against those who are sensitive to ghostly energies—humans, psychics, and the like. However, so ghost types, like Haunter, can use will-o-wisp, or ghostly flas to combine with ominous wind to create a more deadly combination. One, which in terms of a fire attack, is more devastating than a full-powered flathrower, and in terms of ghostly attacks, leaves little for the opponent to do besides groaning in pain.
However, neither ominous wind and will-o-wisp separately, nor any combination of them thereof, could ever hope to match that which then manifested inside the graveyard courtesy of Pidgeot and Fearow.
Using their innate ability to shape the air currents, the two avians manipulated the ambient ghostly energies to their will, channeling them into specific paths just like the ominous wind, only this ti, it was in the form of a twister.
An extrely large, extrely powerful twister of swirling ghost energy.
With one single pair of beats from their wings, the avians directed the ominous wind twister into motion.
"Ha!" Butch laughed. "The kid never learns. Magmortar, they have high hopes for that twister. Burn their hopes like the previous ti."
Magmortar, who seed to get up and stand, no matter the attacks on its person, grinned maniacally before belching huge torrents of fla into the twisters.
That, in hindsight, was a mistake.
As Pidgeot and Fearow, were able to create twisters, controlling them once ford was beyond their scope and ability.
With little effort, Fearow and Pidgeot took the swirling disaster- a fusion of Magmortar's powerful flas coupled with the twister of ghostly energy—and directed it toward the grunts and their pokémon—evaporating them once the swirling monster ravaged past them. In exactly twenty-seven seconds, not a single grunt, nor his Umbreon, was left alive and standing. They weren't present there at all.
Only if that were the end of it all.
Austin looked at the two avians in horror as his mind had gone blank.
It just happened so fast that Austin couldn't register the scope of what his pokemon had done.
Butch was traumatized beyond comprehension. The grunts were dead. The Umbreon packs were killed. Even his pokémon were on the verge of losing. The only good thing was that the mission—capture the ghost population—had been a success, since imdiately after capture, those black pokeballs automatically vanished, teleporting back to the base as they were programd to do.
Now he just had to kill this kid and then escape from here. "Gaaah!" He roared in unbridled fury. "Kill those birds, Magmortar. Burn them to a crisp!"
Magmortar would, but then he was stopped by Butch, pointing towards sothing else, much higher in priority, that had begun to take place.
The Haunter, despite the avian's acquisition of the ambient energies of the graveyard, had been busy concentrating on otherworldly energy, fuelling themselves with the ambient energy of the environnt. One of the features of ominous wind is that it raises the powers of any nearby ghost, sothing that the duo had used to maximum efficiency when the duo made the twister.
Scizor and Shedninja were busy battling with the Dusclops, with either of them suffering from injuries, the forr more than the latter. The Houndoom had been dealt with already, the sneak attack with the sludge bomb of Bulbasaur more than enough to take them out of commission, leaving the Magmortar, who was being dealt with by the Pikachu, Charleon, Wartortle, and Clefairy.
The Haunter concentrated their energies together, creating a mass of pure chaos, molding it into a spherical shape, creating one of their most potent attacks.
The shadow ball.
The hunter grinned, before projecting the shadow ball towards the Dusclops, who also forced out a shadow ball of his own- the two colliding forces of otherworldly energies trying to get the best out of the other, creating a collision in the middle, either end doing their best to propel it further.
"Magmortar!" Butch sneered, making sure that all of his pokémon (save Magmortar and of course Dusclops, who was pushing the shadow ball backward) were back inside their pokeballs, "get ready!" He released a single Abra, who looked surprised at being summoned. "Get ready to teleport." The Executive sneered. "Magmortar, use fire blast on that shadow ball collision."
"NO!" Austin yelled, racing towards the collision, which was only a couple of feet away from Pikachu and Charleon.
Austin's eyes glowed red as he felt everything around him begin to slow down.
Magmortar concentrated on a ball of the hottest fires, before propelling them into the ongoing collision.
And the world was consud by light and fire.
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[ Omake Paragraph ]
When children are too young to train pokemon, their mothers typically give them two pieces of advice: "Don't go into the tall grass" and "under no circumstances make a Spearow mad." It would do more trainers well to heed the second piece of advice, even once they get their first pokemon; alas, many are too hotheaded to listen.
Spearow is a rare and cowardly pokemon, but quick to anger; if a trainer is too weak to capture or kill one they antagonize (and they are quick to anger) a Spearow will call for backup from its friends, and young children who struggle with one of them now battle a whole flock.
Sotis, such as in the case of Red, trainers have already captured an electric, ice, or rock pokemon and can use its type advantage to survive, albeit typically in critical condition and in dire need of a pokemon center. Far more often, young trainers are pecked and scratched to death, and their bodies along with those of their pokemon feed the victorious flock for an entire week.
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