The yellow light had reached full saturation.
Inside the Gyarados's open jaw, the energy that had been building since the mont the defensive line collapsed was now complete, dense and humming at a frequency that made the air around it feel thick. Hyper Beam. Power one-fifty. The single most destructive move in the general-type catalogue, and at the range the Gyarados was operating from, aid at a hull full of people with nowhere to retreat to, every person on deck who recognized what they were looking at arrived at the sa conclusion at the sa mont.
There was no answer for this on the deck.
The beam was released.
"Garchomp, Dragon Claw!"
Cynthia's voice landed the instant the light left the Gyarados's mouth, and Garchomp was already moving before the command had fully resolved, launched from its position above the cloud layer in a single explosive burst of acceleration. The forearm claws extended and lit, green energy running along each edge with the particular sharpness of a Dragon-type move at full expression, and Garchomp drove directly into the beam's path rather than away from it.
The claws ca down.
Not a block. A cut.
The Hyper Beam split. Not broken apart by impact, not scattered, but divided cleanly, four separate columns of light deflecting outward from the point of contact and dissipating into the open air to either side of the ship, none of them finding the hull. The sound that followed was a sharp concussive crack rather than the catastrophic detonation that had been approximately one second away.
The deck was completely silent for a beat that lasted slightly too long.
Then soone exhaled, and the silence broke, and the Gyarados let out a sound of frustrated fury as the Hyper Beam's recharge period settled over it, its body thrashing against the constraint of a move that demanded stillness from a creature with no patience for it. Its tail hamred the ocean surface. Displaced water crashed in all directions. The smaller Water-type Pokémon in the surrounding area scattered.
Yamamoto's voice filled the gap imdiately.
"Now. Everything you have, all at once. It cannot act. Move."
The deck responded. Fla, electricity, stone, ice, wind, moves of half a dozen types converging simultaneously from every trainer still standing, each one finding the Gyarados's body without anything in the way to stop them. The hits stacked visibly, accumulating damage across a body that had co into the engagent expecting no aningful resistance and was now discovering otherwise.
The only Pokémon that closed the distance for direct contact was Garchomp.
It fought in close range, using Dragon Claw in repeated raking strikes against the Gyarados's flanks, each hit tearing through scales that had absorbed the long-range attacks without visible distress and producing reactions that the distant moves had not. Gyarados felt Garchomp differently than it felt everything else. The recharge ended, and when the Gyarados's attention returned it brought with it sothing that the mating-season fury had temporarily displaced: an older, more reliable instinct. The instinct of sothing that had ruled this stretch of ocean for years and knew, with the certainty of long experience, what constituted a genuine threat.
It looked at the people on the deck. It looked at the Pokémon responding to their instructions.
It concluded, with the pragmatic logic of an apex predator, that the simplest solution was to remove the commanders.
The Water Pulse ford quickly, a dense sphere of churning water that compacted and released toward the deck in a flat, fast arc rather than the high ballistic trajectory most of the crowd could have stepped away from.
Cynthia's expression shifted. Garchomp had finally pinned the Gyarados into an exchange it could not simply disengage from, and pulling it back now to intercept the Water Pulse ant giving the Gyarados a clean exit to deep water. Once it reached depth, it would be operating on its own ground with none of the disadvantages the surface engagent had imposed, and Garchomp could not follow it there. Letting it reach deep water on its own terms was the one outco worse than anything currently happening.
She was still working through the geotry when a voice ca from her left.
"I have the Water Pulse. Focus on the Gyarados."
Sieg. Standing at the rail, two Pokéballs already open.
She looked at him for one second, read whatever she found there, and turned back to Garchomp without further deliberation.
"Sharpedo, Psychic Fangs. Intercept it, slow the descent. Crawdaunt, Swords Dance, then Crabhamr the mont you have the window."
Sharpedo hit the water surface running, wrapping itself in a moving shell of directed current, and launched Psychic Fangs upward in the sa motion, pink phantom teeth converging on the Water Pulse from below, not stopping it but disrupting the compaction enough to fracture the trajectory and bleed montum from the fall. The sphere slowed. Lost coherence at the edges.
Crawdaunt was already mid-Swords Dance, the power built across two rotations of the massive claws, water pulling in and condensing around each one in tightening spirals. The Mystic Water hanging at its body added the last layer of amplification to what was already stacking past the point that most things at this level of engagent were equipped to answer. STAB doubled through Adaptability. Swords Dance running. Mystic Water active. One hundred base power with a critical hit chance that was not negligible.
The Water Pulse arrived.
Crabhamr t it.
The detonation above the deck was loud enough that several people ducked reflexively, and what followed was not a shockwave or a debris field but rain. Simple, fine rain, the remnants of a Water Pulse that had been travelling with enough force to breach the hull dispersed into droplets fine enough to feel almost gentle coming down. The deck, which had been several degrees too warm from the sustained combat, accepted it with sothing close to relief.
Nobody complained about being drenched. Nobody had the attention to spare for it.
Across the water, the Gyarados was losing.
The sustained punishnt during the Hyper Beam recovery had opened damage that Garchomp was now systematically widening, attack after attack finding the compromised areas and working them further. The Gyarados was being driven back one exchange at a ti, and its responses were becoming slower, less precise, the aggression of the mating season now working against it as the emotional intensity kept it committed to confrontation rather than withdrawal.
Cynthia's voice carried over the sound of the ocean and the ongoing battle noise.
"Garchomp, Dragon Dive."
The noble purple of Dragon-type energy blood from Garchomp's body in a sustained surge, spreading outward from the core until it covered every surface, and then went further, manifesting a second shape around the first, a vast, translucent dragon form coiling in the air around Garchomp like sothing older and larger had montarily made itself visible through the smaller shape. The killing intent radiating from the combined silhouette hit the deck from a hundred ters away.
Garchomp tucked its wings, aid downward, and dropped.
The impact with the Gyarados's body was audible from the ship. A body already carrying significant damage absorbed a direct hit from a Sub-Legendary at full offensive output, and the ocean surface where they t erupted outward in a circle of displaced water that reached the ship's hull as a rolling wave. The Gyarados thrashed, once, with considerably less conviction than every previous thrash, and then went still in the water in the particular way that ant the fight had left it rather than that it was preparing another move.
The aerial battle had reached its own resolution by the ti the Gyarados conceded. Honchkrow and Togekiss had between them handled more than four out of every five flying Pokémon that had attempted to breach the deck level, a division of airspace that had required no coordination and no communication, they had simply claid their respective halves and competed across the dividing line with an intensity that had made the work noticeably faster than either of them would have managed alone.
Sieg had not spent the engagent purely on defense. The battle had moved quickly, but not so quickly that an attentive eye could not identify opportunity within it, and Sieg was constitutionally incapable of moving through a situation like this without cataloguing what it offered.
A Pelipper ca down from one of Honchkrow's strikes carrying enough residual energy to tell him it was not ordinary. Elite-rank, the energy signature confird. The ability it had been radiating during the engagent, Drizzle, summoning rain on contact, was sothing that attached a specific and significant value to the capture independent of the level. He had it before it reached the deck.
The Mantine ca from further out, one of the larger fliers that had looped into range during the chaotic middle period of the battle. Swift Swim. The ability to double its speed in rain weather, pairing with a Drizzle setter in a way that did not require explanation to anyone who understood team construction.
Both of them were in Pokéballs before most of the people on deck had finished processing that the fight was over.
Sieg noted the additions with quiet satisfaction, already running the implications forward.
Standing a few ters away, still within the radius of the Water Pulse rainfall that had co down in the aftermath of Crabhamr's detonation, Cynthia's dark coat had gone from a formal garnt to sothing considerably closer-fitting than it had started the morning as, and the change was visible in a way that was difficult to simply not notice.
Sieg noticed. He filed the observation and moved his attention back to where it belonged.
The ocean was quieter now. The cloud that had arrived carrying the Gyarados was already breaking apart, and the Sandstorm that Garchomp had set was winding down without opposition to sustain it. Morning light was beginning to find the deck again, and the people who had spent the last stretch of ti in survival mode were slowly arriving at the realization that they had, in fact, survived.
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