The strange, near-human creature had not been in the monitor room long when a constant, periodic thumping from the elevator shaft drew its attention. Looking over, the monster watched as upon her razor-armed minion decended the green haired woman Chuey. The pokemon's bladed arms punctured the wall much as the monster's fists had upon its own decent. A quick flash of red light removed the pokemon from the scene, leaving Chuey standing inside the door staring at what Ryan had become. Several plates of metal were melting in the creature's hands, but it did not speak. In fact, Chuey didn't talk either, was she disgusted by his appearance? Was she angry with him? It didn't matter, they had a job to do, and she wasn't stopping to make any kind of plan.
The green haired woman stopped at the only door aside the elevator. A large mechanical iron door, wtih numerous locks and apparent reinforcements on it. Due to the size of the room, not many of Chuey's pokemon could fit, and she was forced to only call upon one at a time to attempt to burst through it or rend it apart. Fire, Lightning, even brute force did nothing to this thing. Several times she looked over at the monster, though it seemed ingrossed in bending metal around its arm or rewiring circuitboards. Even from across the room it was clear that he could melt the metal as much as he desired, almost at will. For a moment she wished he would come help, or even just talk to her. But when this thought entered her mind, and a blast of fire erupted from one of her aids, she could see a flurry of the strange energy pulsing from the walls to this mans ever stranger form. Maybe it was best he was all the way over there.
Eventually, as she knew it would, the three headed bird was able to force the door open with a combination of everything she knew to try. As it ripped open, a sudden wave of cool air rushed out and for a moment chilled Chuey's breath into a cloud of vapour before it was normal once again. Carrying its half-finished work, the large monster of a man marched forward, a single purpose in its eyes. A line of thought that lead onward, down the dark staircase beyond the now ruined door. "Ryan" She grabbed his arm, demanding he look at her, a feat that took a couple seconds to achieve. When his eyes locked with hers she knew the look, having seen it before, but not from him. "You should get your pokemon" Her grip loosened slightly. The monster growled, or maybe snarled a little in response before looking at its own hands and slowly shaking its head. The growls that followed was more pulses than any before, her hand fell away as the green haired woman tried to piece together the closest words she could to the strange and rather intimidating sounds. "Enough, death?" It growled once, turned away and marched back down the staircase into the darkness, the path lit by the constant flashes of light jumping from the wall into its back, and the glow of the metal it worked in its hands.
With her feathered companion behind her and her serpentine ally draped across her shoulders, Chuey followed him into the darkness below. "What are you making?" She finally asked, watching as it stowed another computer chip in a fithy pocket of its many ragged clothing. It ignored her as the giant left hand crushed several chunks of superheated metal into smaller and smaller pieces that it melted together to a chunk about the length of its chest. "Fucking answer me!" She snapped. The monster's head flicked around to look up her, staring for a couple seconds before it cooled the chunks of metal and set them on the stair beside its feet. Taking one stride back up, the monster stooda step below the green-haired vixen yet remained slightly above her own height. Drawing out a knife, it mock-brandished it before shaking its head and handing the blade to her. It then drew a gun, which it nodded, pointed it around a little and finally solemnly shook its head as it passed it to her. It then nodded to the pile of scrap, picked it up, and resumed its work as it headed back down the staircase. "It's a weapon" There was no response, but then, it wasn't a question.
The staircase reached its rest at the start of a long and very old hallway. Unlike the journey down, this path was actually quite well lit. Well enough in fact to show the five people standing about halfway down with a mass of small pokemon in front of them. The monster didn't seem to notice them and just walked forward, working on its device as Chuey and the feathered creature pushed past to block his way, but also the way to him. With a presence in front of it, the monster looked up and past everything to the end of the hall. The final door in sight, it lowered its gaze again to continue its work, standing there as if unphased by the small army between them. Chuey however was not suffering tunnel vision and instead took up an attack stance. It was a muddle of orders, she couldn't even hear herself too well, but apparently Clyde could. The oncoming pokemon ducked and weaved, spitting their own attacks and slashing at the feathered creature. Despite its lanky shape though, the three headed bird was easily avoiding many of the attacks and even returning fire in good measure. Anything that slipped past it was bitten by the serpent or kicked by the vixen's apparently steel-capped boot.
A sharp whistle carried over even the sound of battle, followed by a woman's voice. "Stop!" And in an instant, almost all the small creatures were gone from the hallway. Leaving only the humans, Chuey's Serpent, Clyde, The Monster, and a weird mime-like creature. Though the mime stood upon the other side. "Is that Ryan?" The woman stepped forward, her blue hair cut short in a frame around her face. "Euch, what happened to him, did you fuck him dear? Is that why he's so hideous now, did he catch something from you?" This caught Chuey so off guard as to leave her stunned and for a moment incapable of responding more than to ask who this woman was. "Mable. I'm Mable, dear." The woman smiled, looking from Chuey to the monster. "Looks like I was right, he has a thing for girls with weird haircolour. Though I guess if he's replacing me with you, brains mustn't matter to him as much as he use to say." The woman feigned being upset. "Oh, and I thought he loved me for my mind." her laugh sounded like nails on a chalkboard to Chuey, who for the life of her couldn't think of how to respond.
"I don't have to take this" Chuey spat, growing ever more pissed off at being called various shades of stupid by a woman who probably bleaches her hair before dying it blue. "Clyde, get her" the three headed bird dashed forward, only to be met halfway by a large weasel or cat-like creature with a crown of crimson blades and long white claws. Immediately the thing took a swipe at Clydes long legs, though the bird was fast enough to dance out of the way. "Step on it" She shouted, responding quickly to the appearance of the strange creature. Mable made some order as well which resulted in a wave of cold air pulsing from the small creature but somehow not reaching Chuey as the heat behind her surged temporarily. Just as the fight was really getting going, and Chuey's focus had begun to narrow on the two actions. A light tap on her shoulder had her glance back. The monster stood behind her, its left hand on her right arm as it gently pushed her aside to the wall. Confused, she obliged.
The monster took three steps forth and, with its left hand, gestured for the five people to move out of the way. Confused, they looked amongst each other before scoffing at him. The one man responded "We were sent to stop you here, to hold you off. You think we're just going to move because you wave us away like servants?" The monster's right eyebrow raised and it nodded slightly, leading to many of the people to laugh rauciously at this turn of events. Mable however, returned the weasel and slinked to the back of the group and pressed herself against the same wall as the towering figure had lead Chuey. The arcs of light seemed to come faster and faster, flickering almost like a strobe light as the monster raised its right arm. The already huge fist and forearm were covered in a metal casing that extended out and twisted around, creating a strangely cannon like appearance protuding from his arm. A warm blueish-gold glow began building inside the appendage, which the monster pressed against the wall on his right. After a couple seconds the monster closed his eyes and was jolted left a little. With a deafening crack and a blinding flash of light, the hall was filled with a strangely metallic tasting smoke. As the cloud drifted away up the staircase to freedom, the new room beside the hallway was revealed. Large enough at least for a Queen bed, two bedside tables, a wardrobe, chest of drawers and maybe a couple potted plants, and apparently melted from the rock itself.
There was no need for them to move now, but that did not stop the remaining four people and the mime-pokemon from flattening themselves against the unmelted wall, and quivering noticably. The monster resumed its uncaring march forward, Chuey in tow. Though when his companion was in line with the others, he stopped her. The monsters eyes almost begging for a moment ashe pointed to her, then both his eyes and then the people. Though the final gesture was made with his right hand, and the weapon strapped to it. "I'm coming with" She demanded. Though faultered a little near the end. The monsters head hung slightly as it turned and approached the final door. A huge masterpiece of apparently ancient construction, carved from marble and inset into the surrounding rock near flawlessly. As beautiful and priceless as it was, he had to get through. And so he raised his right arm.