[Part 1]
The Psychic Types noticed the enemy, and the group quickly made their way there, the Pokemon adjusting their speed to Masahide, waiting for him to decide on their course of action. If he was too far, he could not issue any additional commands, and he already was working with someone else's Pokemon. And since they were clearly attacked by at least one 101, he was not leaving anything to chance.
On the way there, he released two more Pokemon of his own - a Mr. Mime and a second Kadabra, both adept at creating strong, wide area barriers like the ones utilised in official matches. One word from him, and the enemies were going to be locked in matchups of his choosing.
A Vespiquen, a Glaceon and an Absol. Vespiquen was definitely a 101, the rest could be either also 101s, or regular Pokemon. In either way, he had to trust the matchups, and reassign any of his Pokemon done with their opponents to help dealing with the rest.
"Raikou, after Vespiquen! Metagross, kill Glaceon! Flygon, kill Absol!"
Two super effective matchups, and one neutral. Even if all three were 101s, this should have given his Pokemon a distinct advantage.
Raikou was the first to reach the enemy, zapping past the Vespiquen, and unleashing several electric shocks from its mane. All hit their mark, though not dealing enough visible damage for it to matter. Second Kadabra created a massive barrier around these two, cutting the Vespiquen away from most of Combees, even as Masahide was still bombarded by those bugs, saved only by his partner and Slowking's defences.
Metagross and Flygon were not far behind, beelining straight to their assigned targets, who went in different directions, clearly trying to run away. Between the two, Metagross was better at fighting in enclosed spaces, so Mr. Mime created another arena-like barrier around it and the Glaceon.
Only for the Glaceon and Absol to suddenly flicker, and turn into each other.
Shit.
[Part 2]
A visible psychic barrier encircled her, cutting off the escape. Now, she knew that getting through such obstacles was entirely possible with a measured and persistent application of negating energy as she was cutting a hole with her claws through the construct. Buuut it could not be done in a hurry. Not when she was chased by half a ton of steel. Turning back, she was nearly ran over by the Metagross when Okehazama finally dropped his illusion. Thankfully, this caused the Steel Type to screech to a halt, and then look around emptily, searching for a target that was not there.
After all, he was given an order to go after a Glaceon, and for all her faults, she was definitely not one. The humans' tendency to turn level 101s into mindless weapons tended to backfire in situations like this.
"S-sorry," she managed, before dashing towards her opponent, sinister darkness coalescing around her claws, just before she slashed at one of the metal giant's joints. Not that deep of a cut, but the hostile energies went deep below the surface, doing serious damage to the insides of her opponent's front leg, causing him to stumble.
"Metagross, kill Absol! Flygon, kill Glaceon!" came a command from the human, and the Steel Type's empty gaze finally returned to her.
He tried to dash forward, only to find his damaged leg utterly useless. So he fell over, skidding a few paces towards Honnoji. Despite her best judgement, she used this opportunity to make another, similar slash against Metagross' hind leg, just as she was dashing to the other side of the encircled space. This time, he tried to retaliate with a jab. Avoiding it caused her to miss the joint, at least doing some damage in the process.
Still, with one of her opponent's legs out of commission, she decided to try to cut her way out, barely keeping an eye on the Steel Type who still stubbornly tried to stand up.
Same dark energy coalesced around her claws, as she slowly and forcefully dragged them through the barrier. The psychic construct was thick, and resisted as if she was trying to cut flesh with a dull talon. The one who created it probably specialised in making such structures.
"Metagross! Lift yourself into the air!"
She was maybe a quarter way through the process, when she had to jump to the side, practically on instinct - the space she was just occupying smashed with a massive chunk of dirt and rocks, their shrapnel flying everywhere. A piece of rock struck at her temple, and another made a shallow cut at her gut, causing Honnoji to whimper.
Her vision darkened, her eardrums were struck again and again by her own heartbeat, and her legs buckled and shook, as she tried to look at the massive steel body hovering through the air, as it pulled another impossibly heavy chunk out of the ground.
Another throw. This time, she could not completely avoid the mass of rocks and dirt five times her size.
A glancing hit that cracked against her ribs, and dislocated her right front leg, sending a jolt of searing agony through her body.
The steel monstrosity was already grabbing the third chunk out of the ground.
She could not move.
She could barely stay conscious.
She saw red.
[Part 3]
The Flygon was very fast, Okehazama had to give her that. It took her mere moments to catch up to him. It then took her just as long to whip her wings into a frenzy, creating a sandstorm so powerful it carved through trees and stone, while severely hampering visibility.
The flesh-rending capabilities of this sand did not bother Glaceon much, as he shielded himself with a pane of interlocking ice pieces that kept his beautiful flesh completely unrended. What bothered him was the fact that the dragon created this poor visibility by herself, and was probably good at fighting in such conditions.
Which meant that while visual illusions were good enough to make her believe he was an Absol, it did nothing about her being able to find his position. And with her being unable to determine what he was anymore, it meant illusions were kind of out of the picture.
Not that Okehazama needed them in this particular fight. He knew this species of dragons, and he was well aware of how bad this matchup was for his opponent. A dragon that was also heavily attuned to the earth energy? Against anything colder than a spring breeze?
He almost felt bad for her.
Almost.
A massive rock slammed into the ground a bit to his right. Then another crashed against his intricately made ice shield. He ignored both, as well as the followup attacks. Without as much as a gesture, he formed a massive, if beautifully made claw of concentrated cold next to him. Nothing solid - just air frigid enough to instantly freeze loose foliage and wood it came in contact with. Frigid enough to instantly freeze flesh, and elegant enough to get full marks on a contest - sacrificing beauty for efficiency was sacrilege. Then, in a simple yet elegant movement, the claw struck through the sandstorm, returned, and struck again. On the third time, it found its mark, causing the dragon to cry in pain as one of her extremities was frozen solid.
And while Okehazama could not see the Flygon, he knew the exact point of impact.
And at that very moment, a wave of countless thin ice needles was sent at that exact location. Mere moments later, a massive body fell to the ground, and the sandstorm began dispersing, no longer sustained by the powerful wings.
The Flygon was lying on the ground a few paces away from Okehazama, trying and failing to rise back into the air, as one of her wings was torn to shreds. She was probably going to have troubles with walking as well, seeing as her left hind leg was more akin to an ugly lump of ice
Then again, who said she was going to need to walk?
"Such a pitiful insect," the Glaceon smirked, creating an ice construct high in the air, even as he was already walking to his next destination, "Too bad I don't have time to pull your wings and legs one by one~"
He only spared a glance, as a massive blade of ice fell on the dragon's neck.
A few seconds later, the ice construct dissipated into fine, sparkling dust.
[Part 4]
It was not difficult to keep an eye on how the other two fights proceeded. Not with her Combees being almost everywhere at once. And with her extra sets of eyes, the difference between the other two enemies and her own opponent was apparent.
The Flygon and Metagross were powerful, true. They were also practically mindless, only capable of handling simple commands against threats that were severely weaker than them, and far less resourceful than whoever commanded them. And the human that was currently protected by several psychic Pokemon was not skilful at commanding them. No wonder, since all three of their Pokeballs were in another human's possession prior to this confrontation.
Still, this third Pokemon was different. He had much more of a presence, and he had an actual intelligence backing him up.
Once they were cut off from the outside world by a psychic barrier, he made sure to dispose of every single Combee in vicinity. Zooming around, not stopping even for a moment, and sending lightning after lightning at her and her children. A simple tactic, if effective one - even if she could easily power through any individual bolt of electricity, the damage added up gradually.
Still, she gave out a simple mental order.
The bottom half of her body carried a massive hive. This was as much of an armor against blows directed at her internal organs, as it was a measure that turned her into a flying fortress. Because in actuality, Combees were separated into two groups - those that had already formed clusters of three, and those who were too young to do so. The latter were responsible for gathering, scavenging, hunting and fighting external threats. The former…
The former have received their order, and a squad of these smaller bees left the hive, and began tending to her wounds, rapidly mending the damage dealt by the electric tiger.
The enemy narrowed his eyes, and dashed towards her, electricity crackling in arks around his limber body. In a flash of light and lightning, most of the younger bees were eliminated, and the opponent backed away almost instantly, as to not to stay in melee. He then returned to his previous tactic of zapping around the area and shooting electricity at her.
With another mental command, she called the second squad of smaller Combees. This time, they surrounded her body, catching bolts of lightning before they could ever reach her. Once the enemy noticed this, he approached once again, to create another areal discharge. Once again, he dashed away almost immediately after the attack, and she made sure to note the timing of both times he approached.
The third squad of singular Combees was issued the same command as the second. This time, the electric tiger decided to act almost immediately.
She met his approach with a glob of potent venom thrown at the advanced enemy. He simply sidestepped it, and fried most of her defenders, before returning to his previous tactic.
No use in changing what's not broken, isn't it?
Too bad for him, it was already broken.
Electric tiger's kiting tactic continued for just five more bolts before he realised that something was amiss. He was getting slower, his breathing heavier and more ragged, and his aim was getting lousier. It was only once he took a moment to look around that he noticed a several singular Combees still dripping with the contact venom, some crushed by his paws unwittingly, and some positioned in different parts of the encircled area.
His realisation of what occurred was much belated. That glob of venom she shot at him? Was a two-prong attack. If it hit him directly, that was it. If it didn't, the singular Combees hidden in the glob were to disperse across the arena, to make use of her opponent's tendency to run around so much. It only took a single tag from one of the now-dying Combees, and he was tagged by several.
And he had no way of curing himself of this poisoning.
The tiger snarled, and redoubled his efforts to fry her with lightning. No longer in need of the ruses, she descended on the ground, and concentrated on healing in a move, that also made her less vulnerable to shocks as a bonus. Her Hiveguard called it 'Roost', didn't he?
Soon, the electric tiger succumbed to the toxins, and keeled over. In just a short while still, the psychic bubble around them began dissipating.
That was Glaceon finally getting to the human.
[Part 5]
Okay, she was probably the WORST driver alive. 'Alive' being the operative word.
A few minutes ago, Nagashino communicated through Okehazama's icy charades that the approaching humans left their car behind, and it was up to her to relocate the vehicle. Which she did.
The pickup truck was relocated into a nearby ravine, upside-down, with its engine wrapped around a mighty oak.
She was VERY lucky to be alive after this.
By the time she came back, the battle was over. Most of the people were crushed to death by Combees - Nagashino seemed to really like aerial strikes. One man, along with three Pokemon, were turned into an ice statues Okehazama's handiwork, and he was still sitting there, admiring his 'craftsmanship'.
A few hundred meters away, was the main battlefield. The first thing she saw there was a decapitated, half-frozen Flygon. Once again, Glaceon's work. A bit further, Combees were picking apart a cadaver of some quadrupedal big cat, maybe? Nagashino was also nearby.
And a bit further still, stood a Metagross, with a massive, gaping hole through his centre. He was dead.
And just a few meters away from him, lied bloodied, unconscious Honnoji.
