Between Dragonspiral Tower and Iccirus City | Night | (10)
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The Magical Leaf enhanced pine needles cause chaos as the Gardevoir cheerfully flings them into the undead horde. Even with the aura of shimmering rainbows giving them a blade like edge the dark green pine needles do not do as much damage as the earlier larger leaves he had taken from the Sawsbuck who's broken horn the Psychic type still clutched as a trophy.
However although they cut smaller wounds they also sink deeper into the rotting flesh, speckling rotting hide with spots of blood as the leaves plunge deep into rotting muscle.
Some of the less intelligent undead start to panic at the sensation although their nerve endings have been numbed by death and almost comically try to flee into the undead behind them, starting a few minor scuffles as the dead pokemon begin to fight with each other.
Half perched on Hayato's back the Gardevoir leans in low against the Honchkrow's bloodied black feathers, feeling the wind of acceleration on his feathery head fins as the great charcoal black bird once again gleefully leaps into the slaughter.
A spray of semi-congealed dead blood spurts in the air as the Honchkrow's red stained beak plunges deeply into the muscled neck of a bellowing Sawsbuck and, with a neat twist of his head, severs through tendons and bone as he opens his beak wide and leaves undead's surprised looking head dangling from only a strand of furred skin.
With sudden appearance and disappearance of the teleporting psychic and the loss of support from the other two equines they were even more outnumbered.
Tearing at the rotting flesh of the undead with long curled talons the Honchkrow caws loudly the deep powerful cry suitable of the species known as Summoner of the Night and appears to swell with a malevolent aura enlarging his presence, his merciless blood colored eyes glaring at the undead in front of him.
Flicking open his bloodied wings the large bird struts across the bloodied ground like a malevolent spectre, scattering a few straggly black feathers as he beats his wings powerfully and whips up a powerful wind as he caws violently and tears into the animate corpses in an attempt to create a path of broken bloodied bodies to allow the black skinned armoured dragon to break free as the Axew has and make a retreat towards the human settlement of Iccirus City.
Kaze stands beside him, close enough for a few black feathers to fall on him, and destroys any undead attempting to flee with powerful blasts of fighting spirit from his hands, the rainbow edged blades of leaves he scoops from the mud or, pointing at the sky, a bolt of fierce electrical energy he summons from the sky itself.
The Gardevoir smiles as he does so as if each body falling writhing to the floor with a burning hole punched through their rotting body was just another point on the scoreboard.
Under his breath he once again starts to sing to himself.
And another one bites the dust."
Already thanks to the combined efforts of the two undead herd is starting to thin at a point where the shining Haxorus might just be able to charge through the thinning ranks.
As they fight the two keep close to each other, watching out for any threat the other might have missed and dealing with it.
A few drops of sweat trickle down the Gardevoir's face as he tries to call the magical aura around the leaves in his grasp and the flicker of rainbow light around them fizzles and dies. The Psychic throws down the now useless leaves and concentrates on alternating blasts of energy and lightning.
Hayato too is beginning to tire. Although he strikes powerfully at the undead, his thoughts of darkness making every attack a devastating strike, his movements are staring to slow. Nervously he moves one dark grey scaled leg from the ground, his long taloned toes curling up.
He was not so stupid as to continue this fight and he wants to simply grab Kaze and take flight to rest and recover.
Hopefully soon the Haxorus will break free or die so they can flee. Only the Gardevoir's insistence at staying prevents him from flying off to hunt down the little Axew alone.
"Hurry it up." The black feathered bird says under his breath impatiently.