After Chuey had taken his hand in hers, Ryan noticed the small canine being propped up by his other arm struggling to keep itself from falling. With a smile, the large man shifted his companions hand to around his upper arm and returned to supporting the grumbling old dog. "Frankly, he got what he deserved and you didn't" It was sweet of her to say, but the truth was he couldn't let the man harm the children. The moment the vagrant explained this to her, the normally hard and aggressive woman wrapped her arms around him. Both the large horned, black dog and the small fluffy crimson one barked in surprise at this act. "Could you...teach me something? I dropped out - hell I didn't even finish grade school" she looks down, cheeks a little pink from embarrassment. "You sound like a good teacher" she whispered, causing an equally embarrassed smile from the large man. As far as he was concerned, Ryan had never really stopped teaching, not long before he'd explained the anatomy of a creature that looks like a puddle. The creature in question happily sloshing along behind him.
Retracing their steps back to the entrance, Ryan and Chuey opened the door to be momentarily blinded by the bright sunlight outside. Blinking the world back into focus, they found themselves staring at a swarm of men and women in pressed red suits. Hundreds of large snarling black wolves accompanied the large mob of arrogant grinning clones. On the ground in front of the group was a young lass with long brown hair. A foot pressed down on her thighs which themselves dug into the red clay. The hand on the man digging her legs into the ground was pulling on her hair to make sure she 'stood' as straight as she could on her knees. The red streaks on her cheeks almost seemed to be the wake of boiling tears scalding her skin. A huge winged lizard with two horns and a long tail lay in front of her, large chunks ripped from its long neck and chest and huge tears in its wings. The creature didn't move, not even its chest heaved from shuddering breathes. A small fox standing on it's hind legs was held under the chin with a pistol against it's head beside her. The grinning woman with the frill bottom dress laughed at the confused two standing just outside the door. "Are you serious Ryan?" Aliana grinned, shaking her head. "Did you really think we'd just leave?" The woman pulled herself to sitting on the back of a monstrously large snarling black and grey wolf. "Take them. Lysandre can decide what to do with them" she spat before turning her strange steed around and dashing through the red dust.
Seated atop the the large cliff not far from this showdown, was the man who had introduced the two to the Lapras. Sitting with his hat beside him, he slowly unwrapped the bloody bandage from his head. The large purple bat handing him another roll from his bag which he promptly began securing to his skull to halt the two bleeding spots. Far below him, the man watched as the mob of more than a hundred people began began encroaching on the two standing outside the entrance to some path underground. Just before the two exited there had been an exodus of those in red, which met reinforcements on their way from Lumiose. His attention seemed split however, focus on something unseeable between himself the the groups, something moving toward him.
Eight of the large black and grey wolves began slowly marching toward the two at the commands of their masters. Many of them simply pushing people out of the way in their steady pace forward, snarling viciously as they broke the line and passed the lass still held by her hair and knees. The little ball of fluff pressed against Ryan's chest could feel as his heart began to race. With little more than a thought, Annwn created a shimmering shield of light around the small group. The security did little to quell Ryan's building rage as the one man picked Shauna up off her knees, turned her to pressed against his chest and placed his pistol against the top of her head pointed down. Many of the other men in the front line pulled out their guns and threatened to fire if the group didn't come quietly. One man's warning shots simply became lodged in the barrier, sitting there harmlessly as these terrifyingly huge, snarling, prickle haired black wolves passed harmlessly through the shield. In an eruption of red light, Chuey was surrounded by lizards all intent on protecting her. The thought of either of these two ladies being hurt, this woman he cared about, or this child, sent the vagrant's heart racing and his breathing erratic and furious. Little more is needed than a rapidly beating heart and unusual breathing to tell someone is stressed, especially when you're being gripped in safety and held to the person's chest. Fyr's head tilted back and he meekly licked Ryan's chin.
When the lick didn't calm Ryan, Fyr attempted nuzzling him, only to find that not even that could relieve the stress. The old and blind canine couldn't see what was happening, he could only barely hear the shouts and snarls of everything around him. Whoever was making Ryan scared or angry was a bad person, who Fyr needed to punish. With no care for how much the sheer power could hurt himself, Fyr looked forward toward the snarling and the shouting. With a deep exhale that completely emptied his weakened lungs, the Flareon created an immense torrent of fire that whipped side to side and destroyed Annwn's shield. The fire melted rock and peeled the skin of the large wolves, which in turn threw themselves out of the new wall of fire and back toward their masters. The wall stood twelve meters tall and gave off enough heat to excite the old pup. "Good boy, Good boy fear" Ryan muttered, stroking the incredibly hot tuft of fur on the little one's head. "Leveyr!" Ryan shouted, his arm moving from supporting Fyr for just a moment. "Gimme her" before it moved back to lift up the little dog as he continued to stroke it's pelt.
Ryan blinked, his eyes seeming completely glazed over. The huge maroon bird swooping in to tear the young lass from the man's grip before he could fire a shot. The vagrant dropped to his knees, light glowing through the back of his trench coat as he grabbed his head, Fyr hopping out of his arms and barking frightened up at him. As a man on the other side of the wall attempted to pull the trigger and silence Shauna's Braixen, it snapped its head to the side and with a mouth full of fire bit his arm. Four spoons and Ryan's knife drifted from the vagrant's pockets, hovering in the air and circling his head as the man seemed to flicker between himself and some strange gold skinned creature with several horns on its head. The fiery bombardment from Ryan's pokemon seemed to cease, all flames instead merging into a single giant tongue that lashed at the crowd, snaking through and striking the humans, not the pokemon. The man atop the cliff, after drawing his hand away from rubbing some non-existent thing in front of him, pointed to the wall of fire below and seemed to push this nothingness. After a little more than a minute of being fed heat by every fire pokemon in the area, the seemingly sentient mass of fire pulled back, shaping into an enormous Draconian head that loomed out of no-where. It's roar shook the ground as it turned from a red to a blue-ish green fire. The huge fiery dragon continued to ravage the swarm of people. Many quick blinks of red light in the shadow of the blue flame, as pokemon vanished from the area, several trainers fleeing. One man hobbled painfully with a seared leg and several with burnt arms and backs.
The people in the pressed red suits had all fled, leaving only Chuey, Shauna, an unconscious Ryan and their pokemon in the vicinity of the power plant door. The lass seemed surprisingly elated for what she had just witnessed, apparently certain that that had been a final farewell from her friend the charizard. The large creatures body had somehow vanished. Her Braixen clung to her hip frightened and the small creature on a flower hovered beside her ear, having spent the entire encounter in her pocket. Annwn picked up the unconscious vagrant and laid him across Embeee's back, stashing the spoons and knife back in his pockets. "He has to go to the pokemon center" Chuey declared, though no-one seemed to argue they all knew it would be an issue once Ryan awoke. The blind canine, sitting on the clay nearby barked nervously being unable to tell where Ryan was. Picking him up, Shauna quietly soothed the old dog, even letting him sniff where the man was laid across the lioness's back.