The CHARGESTONE Team

Fujimaru leaps fearlessly into the group of undead, Seamitar held close in hand. Moving far more swiftly than the rotting undead's minds can easily process the Shining Water Type leaps off the barricade into the air and swings his blade around in a rapid Cut before any of the undead can notice it.
The normal type move, normally doing little damage, directly strikes the throat of an undead mandibuzz, and severs straight through the bird's rotting neck before the Dark Type can notice.
A contented and happy smile still on his face Fujimaru with elegance in every motion plunges his blade of shell through the heart of an undead Braviary before the others notice and try to attack him.
The Simipour exhales, finding in his centre the place of absolute calm his master had instructed him in finding. Spend every second preparing yourself to die, that is the way you can fight as if to live.
Dodging blows unseen the Geyser Pokemon bobs and weaves through the attacking undead, letting their missed blows tear into their companions and jabbing his blade into any point of weakness.
An Eelectric, blinded by the swift strike of his blade, stumbles past to try and gain access to the pokemon centre.
Fujimaru slices his way towards it but is stopped by a near miss of electrcity from a Kingklang and is forced to defend himself with the shell blade. He grits his teeth as he resumes battle, hoping those still in the pokemon centre can handle it.

Giri babbles contentedly as soon as he is picked up and settles down in the Lilligant's leafy arms.
The flowery grass smell was different from the scent of Fujimaru's fur but he liked to be carried, it allowed him to look down at others from up high.
The tiny albino paws at Lilli's chest with his stubby fore legs.
"Toof!" He insists, wanting someone to admire his achievement. "Got a toof!"
As if this statement was the funniest thing ever the Aron then starts to giggle to himself before tentatively trying to nip the hanging frill of yellow around the Lilligant's neck. This causes him to laugh again and turn his curious pink eyes back on the silver and purple furred cat.
"Grrrr." He tells it, sticking out his tiny pink tongue.

Lilli let out a sigh of relief when the Persian went outside. 'Thank Arceus. I thought he'd never leave.' She thought. The Lilligant was snapped out of her thoughts when Giri pawed her chest. "Toof! Got a toof!" Lilli saw the tooth that the Aron was talking about. "Yay! You got a tooth!" She said happily, "I'm so proud of you Giri!" And she was. Giri was growing up, and she couldn't be any happier.

Lilli saw that Chidori was sitting next to her, looking at the little Aron with a smile on his face. She looked down at Giri. "Say hi to Chidori, Giri." She said, facing the Zebstrika. She noticed that there was a spilt on his leg. "Oh my goodness, Chidori! She gasped. "What happened to your leg?"

At this point survival was less about technique than evasion. Fujimaru tore lose his Mystic Water necklace, letting the multifaceted jewel fall to the ground as the removal of the weight allowed him to move even swifter through the crowd of undead, almost seeming to leave an afterimage on the eyes of the confused undead as the Shining Simipour leapt at them and plunged his blade of shell deep through their bodies, hacking and slashing then leaping away before the gushing flow of their corrupted purple-red blood can stain his dark blue fur.
His eyes are nearly closed as he fills his mind with tranquility.
He can almost feel the spirit of an aged Samurott at his side, barking out orders.
Dodge left, he imagines he hears and does so. The scything claws that would have torn out his stomach instead lacerate the side of the Eelectric that had been sneaking up behind him. Obeying the imagined voice of his instincts Fujimaru manages to avoid being harmed although his leaping around is starting to tire him out.
For every second of his life, even before the Epidemic, he had been training for the moment of his own death.

Giri blinks curiously at the large Electric Type.
"Dori..." He babbles, still unable to pronounce his long words correctly. "Fairy want toof?" Giri pouts. This was his tooth and he was going to keep it, not give it to fairies. He has no idea what a dollar is. Some kind of cake he supposes.
Closely observing the Zebstrika and his cloth wrapped leg Giri gives the electric type a calculating look for a long time before eventually touching his own leg.
"Ouch." He says and wriggles in Lilli's arms as he bounces. "Ouch!"
He laughs again in his high pitched childish giggle.
The small albino looks back up at Lilli.
"My toof." He says, clearly approving of the fuss that is being made over him.

(Skip me for this round. Not much for Lilli to do except hold Giri.)

Moving through the undead Fujimaru leaps back and forth swiftly. An undead Braviary rising to try and dig its razor beak into the Water Type's shoulder gets a face full of scalding water from the tuft on the simian samurai's tail and falls backwards as its eyes are burnt out by the boiling hot water. The feathers on its face loosen under the hot water and fall away, leaving the burnt bird completly bald as it writhes on the ground. Thankfully this group of undead appears to be two loose bands of marauding undead, one of the flying types and one of the pokemon from the chargestone cave, rather than a larger horde. Both groups lack co-ordination.
The shining Simpour plunges his Seamitar through a Klinklang, using the blade as a lever to seperate the individual gears and sees the Persian's cold and clinical execution of the undead around him.
The numbers are thinning, Fujimaru focuses his squint-eyed gaze on the disorganizaed rabble in front of him. A large Eelectross and Mandibuzz appear to be in charge, one of the loose gears flies off and hits the Mandibuzz in the back of the head. It turns and attacks the Eelectross in 'retaliation'. Praying in fighting will divide them the Geyser Pokemon doesn't even wince as a gust of wind slashes a wound in his back.

Giri squeals loudly but it is a high pitched sound of amusement. He may not have understood everything the Electric Type has said to Lilli but he liked it when the plate broke and he bounces up and down in the Lilligant's arms, jabbering away in baby scribble too fast to be understood. He 'claps' his small stout hands together and drums them on top of his Lucky Egg. This game looks like fun.
"Me too." He insists, kicking his feet. "Me too"
A small dribble of brown mud oozes from the corner of his mouth in preparation for a Mud Slap attack.
A screeching of a dying undead filters through to the building.
"Jiji." The Aron laughs, clapping his short legs together again. "Wanna, wanna, wanna PLAY!"

Lilli watched as Chidori took a plate and tossed it up using his nose. He sent a Shock Wave attack at it shattering the plate. Giri seemed to enjoy it, as he was bouncing up and down in her arms. "Lilli have you ever been trained in battle?" The Zebstrika asked. "You know the attacks Energy Ball and Magical Leaf, correct? Even at the greatest disadvantage, an Infected Flying type can downed with a quick Energy ball aimed for the face or body. Care to give it a shot?"

Lilli simply blinked. She remember very little about the undead she fought in the cave. The only undead that stood out in her mind was the Honchkrow that killed her friend. Just as she was about to decline the offer, the Aron happily said that he wanted to join in. The Lilligant set him down and took a small step back. "I'd love to do some practice, Chidori. But why don't we let Giri practice a little bit first?"

The shining Simipour whips his head around as the sound of the large purple and silver furred cat being lifted of the ground in the claws of another one of the birds. With the battlefeild seperating the two there is no way he can fight his way to the spot the Classy Cat pokemon stood before the Normal Type is whisked away into the skies.
A barrage of blows strikes his exposed back as a more powerful blade ofwind slices through his deep blue fur into his flesh.
The force of the multiple gusts of wind knocks him to his knees on the churned up ground. Only the forcible habit of many years prevents his blade of hard shell from tumbling from his grasp.
Slowly the drips of deep red liquid splatter the dry ground in a mockery of a life-giving rain.
Smelling the blood the trio of birds that struck the offending blow dive in with gluttonous screeches of bloodlust, knocking other undead out of the way in their attempts to reach their bleeding prey.
Dripping blood from his back, it soaking into his tufted tail Fujimaru without pause cuts them down with his swift draw technique. Their bloodthirsty heads slip from their shoulders before the surprise of being felled by a simple Cut attack can change their expressions.

Babbling happily a string of dark brown mud dribbles from the Aron's powerful jaws as the small albino draws up a Mud Slap attack inside of him and shoots the plate with a stream of liquid mud.
His attack is surprisingly accurate, a result of other such 'games' Fujimaru has played with him in preparation for more serious challenges, and it strikes the plate dead-center. A stream of filthy mud sprays across the ceramic, no doubt a hazard if it contacted the eyes, but the plate does not shatter.
Giri frowns grumpily and draws up an even more powerful Mud Slap attack.
This time the force of the spray of wet dirt, the crushed remenants of the rocks sometimes mixed in with his metal meals, causes a faint spiderwebbing of cracks to run across the plates surface.
Giving up on his new Mud Slap attack for now the tiny metal armoured pokemon drops into a charging run and slams the plate with his blunt metal head in a Tackle attack. It breaks to his pride.
"'Dori~!" He points out, proudly looking up at the Zebstrika.

(Skip.)

A firm blow struck the Water Type between the shoulder blades, adding to the dark red drips already running down his body. The shining Simipour grits his teeth, the shell blade still clutched tightly in his golden furred fingers.
A true warrior made his way past the pain. Though every nerve in his body screamed for him to fall to his knees second by second he overruled them. He was a warrior and he kept his mind at peace to allow him to break through any barrier.
His tail flicks around in a complicated pattern and the jet of scorching water that bursts forth is one with the full force of an erupting geyser behind it, one of the blows noted to be able to demolish solid concrete.
It arches through the air like an arrow to slice entirely through the flesh of the animate corpses still standing in his way, leaving behind it a trail of collapsing nubs of broken bodies, limbs torn free by the blast of water.
Fujimaru feels his strength ebb with every heartbeat.
Red speckles the ground at his feet as the shining Simipour dances onwards on a path of corpses. His squinting gaze is fixed on something no other eyes can see.
In mid-air he twists and turns, a strange kind of beauty in the way he brings the blade of shell mercilessly against rotting meat. Around him grows a circle of death as his blood dapples the ground.
Fujimaru was truly not afraid to die.
He moved through the undead hordes, removing their heads with his blade as easily as a scythe removes the heads of wheat.
The horde was thinning but he too was getting weaker.
Few of the undead remained to challenge him, those that still had some vestige of intelligence inside their rotting skulls retreating back to the cave to fight another day but others still were driven into a berserker frenzy by the smell of fresh blood.
Through his squinting gaze Fujimaru can see the dull shapes of some flit past his flashing blade, intent not on his bleeding form but on those still sheltering inside the pokecentre.
Fujimaru leaps forwards, his flashing blade slices one then another in half before he is dragged back into the writhing mass of remaining undead.
"Watch out, one got through!" He manages call in warning before he is prevented from saying more. Razor sharp talons bite into his shoulder, slicing muscle and dousing his deep blue fur in more of his blood.
Fujimaru fights on.

Curiously the tiny Iron Armour pokemon tilts his head to the side at the unfamiliar tinkling of breaking glass. His wide light pink eyes turn it the direction of the sound, blinking curiously.
The flickering of a black shadow against the pokecentre walls makes him brace himself on all fours determinedly.
He looks up at the black-furred Electric Type as 'Dori' shows concern over whatever has made the sound.
Faintly through the still in place barricades comes the sound of Fujimaru's warning cry, a sound that makes the small Steel Type sit back up on his rump and, waggling his stubby legs, cheerfully cry out loud.
"Jiji!"
With a childish glee the tiny Aron sets off along the corridor ahead of even the Zebstrika in search of his blue-furred guardian. He moves at an incredible pace for how short his tiny legs are and soon he finds the room he is looking for.
His light pink eyes cheerfully search the darkness in pursuit of the source of the sound and alight on the shattered pane of glass through which something has forced its way through.
A small triangular shard of the shattered glass crunches underfoot as Giri takes a tentative step forwards.
"Jiji?" He asks softly, edging his way back towards the others.
The silent room echoes with a soft scraping sound.
Through the tiny Aron looks around carefully he can see nothing.
"'Dori?" The small albino calls out, starting his journey down the corridor. " 'Dori, Lilli."
A shadow suspended mid-air floats slowly along behind him, silently floating down from a height, patches of phosphorescent yellow starting to glow.
"'Dori, found-"
Long clawed arms clutch tight to him, a powerful bite raising sparks from his metallic armored shell as the Aron is roughly yanked up into the air.
In anger Giri hits his captor straight in its bloody red eyes with a Tackle attack. The eye ruptures from the direct hit, blinding his captor on one side as Giri screeches in his disturbingly loud way.
The undead mimics the cry and screeches in pain at the direct attack as it drops the Aron to the floor and tries to wipe the gunk from it blind eyes with it long clawed hands.
In mid-air the undead electric eel writhes and roars.
The Aron bounces off the floor, taking the fallen Lucky Egg in his mouth as he runs back along the corridor, a few humming and sparking volts of a frantic and un-aimed Discharge attack crawling along the walls and sparking across his shell.
"Found big worm!" Giri announces to Chidori and Lilli as he hurries back to their side.

Lilli felt Chidori's nose against her cheek again. "Don't worry... If they do get in here we can make a break for it. You can ride on my back like you did when we escaped the cave." Lilli looked at Chidori's leg then looked at him. "What about your leg, Chidori? I'm not as small as I was when we left the cave." She said.

The Lilligant heard glass breaking. She also heard Fujimaru's voice call out a warning to the others. The sound of his voice made Giri run off to follow it. "Giri! It's too dangerous!" Too late. He was already gone. There was some thrashing noise in the room the little Aron ran off to, and the noise made Lilli's worry for him increase. He soon came back to the others saying, "Found big worm!"

Lilli extended a leafy arm in front of Giri, gesturing the Aron to get back. She wanted revenge, because the undead were nothing but bad news. Bad things always happen to her friends when there are undead around, and those bastards even took the life of one of them. She wasn't going to stand back and watch someone else get hurt. Lilli conjured up an Energy Ball and screamed out to the undead. "This is for your undead friend killing my friend!" After that little battle cry, she let all hell break loose in the form of a charged up Energy Ball. The attack connected, but the undead was still standing. To nobody's surprise, the undead fought back and struck Lilli with a powerful Discharge attack. The attack was powerful enough to send her back on the ground, paralyzed from the attack. "N... No..." She murmured to herself. "Chidori! Finish this!" She yelled.

Trailing droplets of red behind him, one blue furred arm hanging loosely at his side as he struggles to weild the heavy blade in a one handed style Fujimaru puts aside all his thoughts for the determination to survive.
He is buffeted by gusts of wind, scratched by hungry beaks and claws. His dark fur is stained with blood as it is gashed by hungry fangs and his body spasms uncontrollably under the force of powerful electric blasts.
Even though he can feel the sparks of electricity start to cause his muscles to freeze up and no longer obey him Fujimaru fights on, his blows no longer clean death blows but bloody red slashes.
His squinting eyes closed in his concentration the shining Simipour fights for his life.
Blood spurts and coats his fur, inhuman screeching cries are cut off with a swift slash of the blade.
With no thoughts to cloud his head the Simipour with the Samurott blade kills without mercy until at last around him on the bloodied bare ground is nothing more than the mutilated and headless corpses of those that have died around him.
The sudden silence, eerie after the sound of the screeching hordes, only highlights his laboured breathing as slowly Fujimaru sinks to his knees.
With his duty complete he slumps. His arms burn from the overexertion and he can bvarely hold his sword. His mind leaves the cool, calm place of the heart of battle and returns to worrying about the damage his body has recieved.
The shining Simipour gasps for breath and spits out a blob of bloody saliva but he is alive...for the moment.
Slowly Fujimaru manages to drag himself upright and begin the short limping journey back inside the pokemon center.
"Giri...?" He gasps as his bloodied hand pulls aside the barricade to let him in.

"Gri!" The tiny albino growl fiercly at the big worm still struggling weakly under 'Dori's hoof.
The young Aron has an unusually fierce look of determination on his small face. Though he was still a child he was a child of the Epidemic and he had enough training at Fujimaru's side to know that the bad pokemon had to die.
Bracing his stubby legs against the ground Giri lowers his thickly armored metallic skull and draws up all the energy in his tiny body with a headlong charge at the trapped eel.
"Giri!" The tiny albino cries as he smashes hard into the paralyzed eels head with a powerful Headbutt attack.
The blow, against an already weakened opponent,not only causes damage to the Electric Type but actually causes its skull to collapse in on itself like a used tissue as the undead's other eye is taken out and its skull shatters.
In suprise Giri's charge stops as the undead's grey brains slop over him.
Blinking grey matter from his eyes and not realizing that with the aid of the Lucky Egg at his side he was nearly half the way to his evolution Giri slumos back over into his usual sitting position and starts to cry at the soggy mess he was now sitting in.

(Skip, just say Lilli tried to get up, but her paralysis prevented her from doing so.)

Gasping for breath the injured Simipour uses the blade of shell like a crutch as he walks back into the pokecentre. He looks a mess, the blue fur of one shoulder sticks up in spikes from the blood, he has bleeding gashes down his stomach from the blows of sharp claws and his back bears a cross of bleeding wounds from the gouges of wind whipped up by the flying types wings. The golden fur around his mouth bears a crust of drying blood. Slowly his left eye is starting to blacken and swell with bruising.
His breathing is labored with exhaustion but still he manages to smile.
"They are gone but...The Persian was taken." There is a faint note of regret in his voice. He had not had enough time to judge anything of the undead normal type other than his skill in battle.
Fujimaru winces as the paralysis of his muscles caused by the last few sparks of electricity make him stumble his next step and nearly fall.
Despite the trail of red droplets he is leaving behind him the brave Geyser Pokemon knows where he is going. Immediately he walks straight over to the crying albino and scoops up the tiny Aron into his bloody-furred arms.
With trembling fingers he picks up the towel the Zebstrika has kindly provided and starts to clean the mush of wet brain matter from the Aron's gleaming metal shell.
"Now what have you been up to?" He asks the young steel type kindly. "Was there much trouble while I was away?"

"Jiji!" Giri's crying immediately stops at the sight of his guardian but his enthusiasm stops when he sees what a state the Shining Simipour is in. "Jiji...ouch."
Giri sounds almost impressed by the extent of the larger Water Type's injuries. Now that he thinks to listen the sounds of the scary pokemon outside had completely come to a stop.
Cheerfully the albino curls up in his guardian's arms, egg of stone still determinedly clutched in his jaws like a security blanket to a child and smiles at the gentle sensation of the towel removing the muck from his back.
"'Dori and Lilli and Giri found a big worm." Giri proudly tells his mentor as he gazes up at the Simipour with wide pink eyes. "Then we killiled it...Jiji got ouch?" He asks childishly, resting his short legs on the Shining Simipour's chest.
The Simipour smiles down at him.
"Nothing a good shower and some time to heal won't fix. What have I told you about fighting wounds?"
"It's o.k. as long as they don't get infected." Giri repeats along with the Simipour before nestling his blunt armored head against the Geyser pokemon's fur.
"Missed Jiji..." Giri mutters before yawning widely.
The excitement of the fight and of his first proper kill has worn him out.

Lilli glanced at the Cheri Berry beside her and moved to put it in her mouth. Her paralysis began to fade as she slowly got back onto her feet. She grabbed on to the Zebstrika to hold herself up as Fujimaru came back in. Needless to say, Giri went right to his caretaker. The Aron explained what happened earlier and was proud to say that he was able to kill it. The Lilligant nodded to assure the Simipour that it was true. "He did some training with me and Chidori while you were gone." She commented, offering a smile to both of them.

(OoC: OH. MY. GOD. I AM SO SORRY FOR THE SHORT POST!!!)