Disclaimer: I don't own Fire Emblem or Pokemon, all rights to the owners.
I say it every chapter, so this time I just won't. On a different note, I'm not sure how far I want this Pokemon idea to do. I have so many changes I could make to turn this into a proper story with a lot more depth, but this collection isn't really meant to house full stories. Maybe on the last chapter of Pokemon (probably the end of the Gangrel arc so still a few more chapters) I'll tell you all the miscellaneous ideas I had that I didn't put in/get to.
"Absol, Will-O-Wisp!" Robin barks.
The pokemon obliges. Ghostly blue fire flickers around his head for a moment before shooting forwards and engulfing the Hippowdon. The fire itself does negligible damage, but the burns it inflicts will slowly wear down the Heavyweight Pokemon over time.
That said, they need this thing gone now. It's sandstorm is wreaking havoc on the inside of the palace, and it's a major part of the reason the assassins are making so much progress.
The Shepherds have some support of their own though. Shapeshifters are news to Robin, but a lady that can turn into a Linoone is always welcome. Also, while similarly unexpected, a thief and his Weavile have joined the Shepherd's side and Robin isn't about to argue with help that can deal with all these blasted Ground types.
Not that the Shepherds were lacking anti-Ground types. Sawsbuck, Amoonguss, Starmie, and occasionally Tsareena (when she finds herself near the front lines) are more than capable of dealing with these foes, but there are a ton of them. It's like the assassins brought an entire swarm of Sandile along with them.
The Hippowdon in front of Robin growls deeply, spewing even more sand out of it's ports. It raises a foot in a very telegraphed motion and slams it down hard onto the floor.
The Earthquake rocks the the ground, and the floor underneath the tactician rocks violently. Thankfully the burn reduces the Pokemon's strength, so the ground doesn't outright crack like it usually would under such an attack.
"Night Slash!"
"Absol!" The Disaster Pokemon complies and cuts into Hippowdon with its horn. The larger Pokemon growls lowly and steadily starts walking backwards away from us. As it does so a host of Sandile rush in from adjacent corridors, covering its retreat.
"It seems they have a tactician too." Robin mutters with a frown. The Sandile snap threateningly at her, but she's mostly ignoring them. "Virion! Could I get a bit of help?"
"Of course my dear! Starmie?"
The star-shaped Pokemon's gem flashes in response, and it spews out a massive Hydro Pump at small Desert Croc Pokemon. The Sandile quickly scatter at the sight of a water move, but their job is done. Hippowdon has escaped, and its sandstorm is still raging.
Beckoning Virion, Starmie, Kellam, and Amoonguss to come with her, Robin pushes down the corridor. She has an Iron Sword in hand rather than her usual Thunder, as Thunder has no effect on all the Ground types around.
A voice cackles out from beyond the veil of sand as Robin and her squad try to navigate the obscured corridors. "Well now, fate truly piles gifts at my feet!" The voice says. "And here I thought you were gone forever little bird!"
"Wow, 'little bird' how original…" Robin says dryly. "Because I'm named Robin. I bet you feel clever."
"I don't recall you having such an attitude! It would seem your time with the Ylissians has taught you bad habits." A purple-skinned man is dark robes strides through the veil of sand, carrying a black Flux tome. I can see the vague shape of something behind him, but I can't make out what it is thanks to the sand. "It doesn't matter. You're coming with me, Robin."
"Six against one? It hardly seems sporting." Virion chuckles as he nocks an arrow. "I can't say I'm feeling overly apologetic though."
"Amoonguss, Rage Powder!" Kellam shouts as he rushes forwards. The Pokemon attempts to do it's asked, but the spores spewed into the air are whipped away by the blowing wind and don't hit their target. Kellam also strikes with his lance but the sorcerer easily slides out of the way.
"Sand Tomb!" The man laughs. The ground underneath Kellam sags and breaks, and the man's legs sink into the dirt below as it deepens into a mini sinkhole. The sorcerer then whips an arm around and launches a Flux blast at Starmie. The blast knocks the Mysterious Pokemon into a wall, and the gem in its center flickers weakly prompting a hasty recall by Virion.
Tomes function as elemental attacks, and as such a Flux tome is basically a Dark type move and is terrifying for a psychic type like Starmie. Bronze and Iron weapons count as Normal type, while Steel and Silver count as Steel type. It's not unusual for professional soldiers to keep an Iron and Steel weapon on them just in case they come across something resistant to one or the other.
"Absol, Night Slash!" Robin barks again. She charges in right beside her Pokemon and slashes with her sword. Again, the man dodges the attacks directed at him. The omnipresent sand is crippling everyone's ability to see and move properly, while the sorcerer doesn't seem phased at all.
"Giga drain!" The sorcerer shouts to his still unseen Pokemon. A flash of green energy shoots at Robin, and she can feel herself being slowly sapped of health.
"Amoonguss!" Kellam yells from down in his hole. The sand from the sandstorm is starting to fill it in, and the level of sand has risen up to his stomach. "Get close and use Spore!"
The Mushroom Pokemon is rather slow, but it's not stupid. I flanks the sorcerer with Absol and Robin and gets as close as it can before spewing out it's Spore. To Robin's surprise it actually succeeds, and the man groans "no…" before dropping face-first onto the sandy floor.
That's not the end though. With the sorcerer down, the group notices the wall behind him actually start to move. A Shadow Ball comes whipping at Robin's face, and she has to dive out of the way to avoid getting hit. Virion shoots arrows, but it has no visible effect.
When the wall gets close enough Robin can see what it actually is: a massive Palossand. It looms over them at ten feet tall, and the small squad quickly backpedals from the menacing Pokemon. It moves until it's "mouth" is right over the sorcerer, at which point it drops its body onto the man, obscuring him from their view, and starts a steady retreat backwards.
It doesn't take a genius to figure out the sorcerer is probably Palossand's trainer. They couldn't kill the man, but a retreat is tolerable.
"Come on!" Robin shouts as she rushes to help Kellam out of the hole (which is no longer actively restraining him). "We need to find that Hippowdon and get rid of this stupid sandstorm!"
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"C'mon Lady, stay on your toes!" Gaius barks as he stabs another Sandile. "Your brother is gonna give me an earful if he finds you with a single scratch!"
It's beyond the thief why he of all people was assigned to guard the Exalt. He met the prince literally ten minutes ago, why is he being trusted with his sister's life!? Sure the edgy masked kid is here too, but seriously why not the knight or the prince himself!? Gaius is not a great fighter!
"I think you overestimate my brother's temper." Emmeryn says. She's trying to look calm, but the way she jumps at every little noise makes her nervousness clear to see. She is also clearly repulsed by the killing she sees around her, though she doesn't try to stop the thief. "Are you injured? I can-"
A loud roar stops her mid-sentence, and Gaius blancs at seeing a Rydon charging down a nearby hallway towards them. "Oh Naga… uh, Weavile, Ice Shard!"
"Weavile!" The pokemon complies. Despite the elemental weakness though, the small spikes do little to the Drill Pokemon. They're simply too weak. "Wea…"
"Yeah, uh…"
"Dewott, use Razor Shell!"
Dewott complies. It dashes down the hallway, and ducks under the larger Pokemon while using the move in question to cut it open.
Gaius grimaces at the sight. It's weird enough to see dead people. Dead pokemon are just unnerving. Such powerful creatures can be killed just like any human… and then they come back as ghosts, and fuck ghosts. Gaius thinks they're scary as hell.
"Good job Dewott." The masked kid whispers when the Pokemon comes running back to them.
"Why can't you do that?" Gaius asks Weavile jokingly in a weak voice. Really he's just trying to break the tension he feels, but the Pokemon gives him a flat and unimpressed look. The thief knows very well that Weavile can't handle something like Rydon effectively.
Then again, neither Weavile or his trainer trained for heavy combat. They trained for stealth and thievery and such. They simply don't have the heavy-hitting attacks for something like this.
"Be on guard, they will have more than one card to play." The masked kid whispers to Gaius. "Rydon will not be their only threat."
"Yeah, this blasted sandstorm is a dozen threats on its own." The thief gripes. He steps back into Emmeryn's room where the stinging sand and dust is less severe. "Gods, my eyes…"
"Hmph." The kid says with a poorly-hidden smirk.
"Oh shut it. The mask makes you look ridiculous." The thief snaps grouchily.
"Wha-?! Excuse you!"
"Sure, sure. Bet you think you're so much better because the mask helps with the sand…" Gaius grumbles.
"No! I just…" The kid hesitates. "I meant no offense Sir Gaius, I was thinking of something else."
"Ah, well…" The man sighs. "My bad then kid. Sorry."
"Blissey, can you help them?" Emmeryn asks softly to the Happiness Pokemon. The large Pokemon chirps in affirmation, and glows a soft green for a moment. The sound of a bell can be heard, and the stinging sensation temporarily leaves Gaius' eyes.
It's only for a moment though. Heal Bell isn't meant to deal with weather effects. The pink Pokemon frowns when it notices Gaius and Weavile start to squint again. Dewott has a pair of goggles on, and such doesn't suffer the vision problems the two thieves do.
"It's alright Squishy, we appreciate it." Gaius sighs and rubs the large Pokemon on the head.
Weavile, on the other hand, glares suspiciously at Blissey. "Weavile…" It says, clearly distrustful.
Blissey smiles kindly back, to which the Sharp Claw Pokemon scowls even harder. Just like their trainers they only met a few minutes ago. Blissey, however, mistook them for assassins (which is logical enough, Gaius does look the part) and immediately Attracted Weavile upon seeing him.
Weavile was not amused after coming to his senses.
"C'mon Weav, stop glaring at 'er."
The Pokemon huffs and looks away while crossing his arms.
"Sir Gaius, there is a trio of Krookodile incoming. They and their trainers broke through the front lines. Be prepared." The masked kid warns from outside the room. "Lady Emmeryn, Blissey, I hate to ask but we could use your assistance here."
"Blissey!" The large Pokemon immediately nods, ready to help. Emmeryn is a bit more reluctant, but she isn't about to let her guards suffer unnecessary injury. She picks up her Mend staff and moves to stand behind her guards, and squints herself against the sand.
"Sir Gaius, Weavile, Lady Emmeryn, Blissey, please follow my orders." The masked kid says firmly as they level their blade at the oncoming enemies. "This will be difficult, but I have a plan."
"You got it kid."
"Wea…"
"I understand."
"Bliss! Blissey!"
I would say this is a cliffhanger, but we both know very well we won't be picking up here next time. Also, I'm just realizing now that Lucina still has her mask despite being in the assassination battles. Whatever, I can fit that into the story. You'd be surprised how many things in all of my stories get added because I make a mistake and just decide to run with it.
Love Glutton: Ah, I see. My bad. That's actually a good point.
