Well, this day could've ended better.

She was returning from the much needed shopping trip, with Owari already in his Pokeball by the time they saw the first Combees. She was NOT risking having him out around a violent maniac like Okehazama, let alone a murderous ghost like Anegawa. Also, she only managed to buy enough agar-agar for a few more days, so she was going to have another shopping trip someplace less in the middle of nowhere. There was, of course, enough gelatine for a month, but there was no need to subject poor Honnoji to it, unless things were too dire.

The camp was roughly in the same state as when she had left it, most of the group already accounted for. Inabayama was sitting under a tree, keeping one of her eleven green eyes on Anegawa. The murderous Mimikyu was a small way away from the camp, his two unnatural shadowy arms dissecting something small and blue - possibly a Maril. It was better not to think about it. Okehazama had already built a small tent made of pure ice on the opposite side of the camp from the Goodra - he made sure to stay out of her way after their first spar. Not that it improved his attitude otherwise. One of Nagashino's Combees was hovering high in the canopy, overlooking the camp. And on the opposite side of the camp, Hiei slowly manifested through the bushes, looking about ready to go for a nap.

The Gardevoir just about cozied up to Inabayama, and then instantly fell asleep, followed by the dragon.

Then, Anegawa stopped in the middle of the dissection, both arms disappearing beneath his disguise, his form becoming completely inert.

Then, the Combee descended from the canopy, plopping on top of the still unlit campfire.

Turning to Okehazama, she found him already asleep.

Then, something tried to envelop her mind as well.

Luckily, her Realitybox was already in her hand, primed. And the moment she felt that mental influence, she pushed the button.

Human beings in this world were not supposed to resist mental attacks. She was not a human being, of course - but the Universe did not know this. Neither did whoever attacked them - as they tried to envelop her mind once again, to no avail.

Looking around, she found no immediate signs of the attacking party - meaning she at least had a few moments.

Making sure not to accelerate yet, she approached Okehazama, and tried to shake him awake. Why him? Nagashino's body was not present, and she was not going to even risk approaching the other three while they slept.

Not that he woke up. Even pinching, or lightly slapping - careful, remember about mass times speed - did nothing. Meaning whatever mental influence they were under, did not end at just putting the entire group to sleep. They were actively prevented from waking up.

She could try to look for either Nagashino or Honnoji, but that meant leaving the rest of the group with an unknown attacker. She could only hope they were not in an immediate danger. So she made a show of anxiously trying to shake Glaceon awake for about one more minute, before she picked up the sounds of someone approaching.

"Well-well-well," a gruff, self-assured voice. Turning to its owner, she saw a couple of powerfully built men approaching, one bald and one with a rugged beard, both wearing purple uniforms that were distantly similar to ones worn by Team Rocket. The black ones, not the white ones, "Looks like Darkrai missed a spot"

"Who the hell are you?!" she demanded, even if it was kinda obvious. Team Brute grunts, taking a break from political campaigning by attacking their group. Also, they had a Darkrai, a Legendary Pokemon that could trap living beings in nightmares. Which was the exact opposite of good, "What do you want from us?!"

"Nah, I think she's some kind of a Mystic," the beardy shrugged, obviously not in the mood to answer her, "Think she's got some tricks up her sleeve?"

"I'd like to see her t-" since there was little chance to fish any information out of the two, she finally went full speed, approaching the baldy from behind, and applying two fingers to the base of his skull. Once the two were dead, she could just search the bodies for Darkrai's Pokeball, and recall the Legendary.

Except, instead of puncturing through the bone, her fingers just poked at it, sending the goon stumbling forward. And before she could even comprehend how THAT happened, or switch to another target, the second Brute was already looking at her, with a wide smile on his lips.

"Well-well-well," beardy chuckled, then throwing a jab at her. Which was FAST. Not fast enough to be undodgeable, but if she zoned out for a moment, he could well hit her, "She's got some moves alright!"

Another couple of jabs, both as if he was punching through water - which was still faster than a regular human should had been even able to detect with their two eyes. She dodged both - only to stumble into a punch by the second goon.

Once again, mass times speed.

The only reason her head did not pop like an overripe watermelon was because moving at such speeds in the first place required reinforcements of her physiology to compensate for the associated forces. She was glad she always kept these reinforcements at a higher power output than necessary.

Still, she was sent careering into the ground, making a hard impact against it, bouncing and then rolling until stopped by a log laying by the campfire.

This.

HURT.

Still reeling from the impact, she hurriedly stumbled back to her feet, and took stock of the situation.

The two Brutes were slowly surrounding her. Well, slowly from her point of view. Each of them was a better hand to hand combatant, and for whatever ungodly reason both were inhumanely fast and resilient. One of them, she could probably handle, but both?

Also, the enemies were clearly interested in fighting her, but she could not guarantee if they were going to leave the group alone if she tried to lead the two away. Worst case scenario, they were going to kill everyone in their sleep, before giving her chase.

Meaning she had to engage them here. There was an option to try to increase her movement speed even further, but she already was at the limit of both her speed of perception, and close to the limits in terms of reinforcements, making such a play risky.

Though, there was another possible avenue of attack.

Just because their bodies were inhuman, didn't mean their minds also were, right?

She upped her defences as far as she could.

The two attacked almost simultaneously, causing her to dodge to the left, then back, then left again. They were clearly herding - back - her towards a massive tree - to the right - to trap her. A kick to her shin from the beardy - would've shattered the bone at her regular resistances. Was going to leave a mark - and there, the baldy was overextending for an attack.

"FALL".

Now, this was technically a physical world, or rather a dimension that COUNTED as a physical world, meaning her mental powers were very, very limited. Still, she did have telepathy - which she already used in this world to communicate with Honnoji - and while it was indeed awkward to use in a fight, and did not carry a compulsive component, it did cause the baldy to stumble head first into the tree, as if he was suddenly electrocuted.

Using this precise breather, she had amped her movement speed, and threw her body forward in a savage upwards kick.

A moment later, her brain caught up to a mighty pain in her kicking knee, and to the beardy slowly flying upwards, the sheer wailing sound somehow escaping his mouth being normally unreproducible by human vocal cords.

Giving the still splayed baldy a similar, if unhastened kick to make this into a duet, she then quickly limped towards a decently sized rock a few meters away, picked it up, and returned to the duo. The trip was NOT fun with a hurt shin on one side, and a hurt knee on the other.

It took a dozen of hearty whacks with the rock to put the baldy down, by which point beardy had finally made a touchdown. It took seven more whacks to send him away as well.

This was definitely screwed up.

She was in the middle of going through their pockets when the Realitybox expired, forcing her to slow down. Four Pokeballs, each already full.

And the rest of the group were still asleep.

Crap.

Dreams were NOT her forte.