by Shinigori V2 » Fri Nov 05, 2010 4:44 pm
Thirteen casually tossed the last Wundersphere to Silvie. "Use it. Or not. It's up to you. Make your decision quickly, or else we shall be overwhelmed."
Her coat blustered in the wind again, as she surveyed the oncoming trainers. "There are no less than twenty-eight approaching. If you have attacks that can hit all comers, I would suggest you use them."
With a fluid motion, she pulls out six spheres, sending them all out at once, all six of her party appearing at the same time.
A Houndoom, flagged "Cerberus".
An Absol, Ooshun.
A Mamoswine, Alecto.
A Flygon, Clotho.
An Aggron, Atropos...
...And a Garchomp, Concord.
All her mons lean into the wind, howling at the oncoming trainers, as Thirteen takes a step back. "Engaging Paradox."
There's a bright flash of light, and as it clears, Thirteen is floating, a state they've seen her in more often than not. However, she's in her normal Wunderkind garb...With a breastplate matching the color of her boots, gloves, and wunderoos. She has a visor covering her face, a bright, red light shining behind the black plastic. And eight short swords...Or the blades thereof...Float silently behind her, seemingly part of her armor, but freefloating. Wings made of antigravity and blades. Thirteen is now classified as a Steel/Flying type.
"They will be here soon." She says calmly.
(I apologize for NOTHING.)