Acht was roosted on bridge, looking at the horizon towards the rising sun. Fog was beginning to cover the sky, and she could see a flock of undead far off towards a different city. She loved Hoenn, it was always such a unique place to her. It was always a warm region due to the Volcano, she could still remember going to Lavaridge with her caretaker for a nice sand bath. She hummed a quiet tune, plucking the strings on her Kayagum.
Without warning, she suddenly burst into flight, gripping her instrument and the papers inside as she swooped down towards the Market. She gracefully landed at the broken down entrance, carefully positioning her Kayagum on the wall and hopping to a patch of berry trees. She carefully examined the Oran Berries growing there, then plucked one off a branch and chewed, relishing the taste. She could feel the infected flock coming towards the city, it's better to get her energy back and fight instead of tire herself out by running.
After she ate her fill, she grabbed her instrument immediately and flew into one of the houses, storing it away in the corner. She had no desire for it to be damaged during the battle as she glided out, hovering in the air as she squinted for a batter look at her opponents. She could see that most of them were Altaria and Swablu, but there were Skarmorys in the mix too.
She silently swooped into a different house, waiting. Her mind's gears turning. She was outnumbered heavily and the only though that came to mind was a surprise attack. And thus, she waited for them to get close enough, to seperate and hunt them down individually to decimate their numbers.
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