The freed prisoners seemingly controlled every hallway in the Ward. The internal exits would be next. With his troops prepared, Kaden approached the door. A Porygon unit hovered beside him as he issued his command. "Attack!" He yelled, as his minions burst through the doors on the west half of the Maze, beginning their war to retake the prison.
As they cleared through, Kaden let them take on the first waves or prisoners. Many larger Pokémon worked as the first line of attack, charging their foes before the smaller minions could reach their quarries.
Minutes passed as Kaden listened to the sound of combat. Stepping through the doorway and into the chilled, noisy prison, he moved to pick up speed, soon opening his wings and launching himself forwards, clearing the top of some of the larger minions locked in combat with the escapees.
Blades slashed and stabbed, carefully cutting and removing his enemies. He was the tip of the spear, leading his army with determination. Failure was not an option, and he was beginning to enjoy this outbreak. This was the fight he had sought for so long.
His eyes going wild, his demeanor took a more primitive bloodlust, hiding his sharp wit behind his glee. A wicked smile widened across his face as he moved through the prisoners with savage force.
Onwards he pushed, and further his army moved to retake the jail. He was becoming spoiled with the massive feast of battle that lay before him, as he zipped through the halls and their occupants. This was the day he had been waiting for his whole life. The battles he had been neglected in the past… they were all before him now.
Hours passed, and they had succeeded to reclaim a vast majority of the prison. Massive barricades had been erected behind the minions that followed Kaden's command. Behind the barricades, rocket security had come to pull their Pokémon out to rest, and claim the fallen to be healed. The prisoners that had fallen were in the process of being rounded up and placed in what secure cells existed.
The severely injured body of Zeus had been found near the end of the fight, and riskily hauled back to the barricades. Bishop, the Arcanine's companion and team-mate, had attempted to protect the fallen hound during the breakout, and had been found a few blocks away, physically shattered like Zues had been. The Ninetails was comatose, and was being transferred to the medical facility as quickly as possible to preserve his life.
Kaden stood behind the massive barricades, staring in the direction of his prey, distant to the destruction and pain that surrounded him. He had received little but scratches, as his near-insane act had scared the prisoners away from him. The conversations of his minions described him as a sort of green demon, rushing from out of nowhere, lashing out upon his enemies. His nickname had cropped up again, just as it had years ago in Goldenrod. The Reaper of Souls, coming as suddenly as death itself, and striking down his prey without time to blink. But while the first time had been an all-or-nothing fight against the world, the prisoners were needed alive, here. This prey he mowed down was the future of Team Rocket, and no one would stand to let them die before their uses could be determined.
But he had lashed out with his unfettered lust for combat, and while he had incapacitated his prey, he was on thin ice. Had he just a little less self control, they would be useless to the Rockets.
He wondered how Alias was holding up, stuck on the opposite side of the Maze, surrounded by the many prisoners still uncaptured. He hoped she was ok. He admitted to himself that a part of him cared too much to let such promise go to waste, or even be lost, be the rest of him reminded himself that she was another tool, just like himself. All the injured rockets around him… they were all tools too, but very little could change that fate for anyone.
But something bothered him, and he determined it to be from his almost-extinct sense of care he had for few. If Alias was on the other side, with several escapees in her area, and no combat training, she would be easy pickings for some rocket-hating Pokémon. He had to do something about it, to save Alias, and prevent her fate from taking one of the many wrong turns that seemed to be emerging today. He knew it was a risk, as he stepped forward to pass the barricade, but it was a risk he was willing to take.