The flashes of lightning brought several pokemon down, and they didn't get up. Their bodies were still moving, but barely as if breathing was almost too much trouble to apply the effort. The horde paused, unsure of how to react. It wasn't that they weren't used to seeing lightning flash down from the skies to strike them. There wasn't a pokemon there who hadn't been hit by thunder at one point or another. It was a fairly common type for attacking. What brought them to the stop was that some of the pokemon on the ground shouldn't have been on the ground, because their high special defenses should've kept them on their feet. So then, there had to be something about the lightning that wasn't reacting right. The effects of the lightning weren't lost on the pokemon with the second group. Only the Kangaskhan looked like he was still ready for a fight. Her eyes were locked on the one with blade, fist in a fighter's stance, hoping she'd make a move first. Somewhere off in the distance the Rhyperior made a startled sound as his head broke the water's surface that had nothing to do with elemental weakness. It was chocked off fast enough to make it a relatively certain that nobody else heard it. "Oh." Jynmi looked around, eyes narrowing as he tried to see any of their enemies sneaking towards them. "Are we done then? That wasn't too bad." He nodded at himself, certain things couldn't go on like this any longer. "It looks that way." He turned towards the others. "Should we relax? We're strangers to these guys, and if neither of you mind me saying so, probably don't look to friendly." He turned down and nudged a nearby furret with his left foot. "Especially with these guys all sprayed out and half dead looking." This wasn't very nice, and the pokemon made this known by growling lowly in their throats, letting everyone involved know there was a limit to their uncertainty. "Ooops. Sorry." He backed up and raised his hands in surrender. "I get it. I'll be have." Or he'd try, at least, but there wouldn't be any promises made. Of course he wouldn't say it out loud, but it was there, and he worried about mind readers. As the standoff was going on, towards the other end of the lake, a few bubbles started floating up to the water's surface. They didn't look very sinister, unless one looked closer at the strange glowing green mist that wafted upwards like a fat man up a flight of stairs, after each bubble popped. Slowly, the spot where the bubbles started moved outwards, creating a line that looked like there was a streak of boiling water heading for the other end of the lake. None of the pokemon noticed it, but for an ivysaur, who was fairly certain he'd seen something like it before. What would have been preferred was if it alerted the rest, but it had only recently evolved, and wanted to be a hero. So it began gathering solar power, reading a blast. It's whole body tensed with fear and excitement. "Ugh! I can't take this any more. Why do you think I never watch thrillers." He stepped forwards and called with his hands over his mouth to act like a microphone. "Hey, are we done? Can we all live in peace now?" In response, because the ivysaur was so tightly wound, it looked in the group's direction, and forgot about holding the solar energy. There was a bright flash of green light that burst through someone in the crowd, and would've smashed into Jynmi, and probably kept going, if not for him raising his hands and a wall of light appearing before him. The green light exploded on said wall, and send Jynmi flying backwards into a tree which didn't let him go any further. "Ouch." This was a good enough sign as any for the other pokemon, especially the ones who didn't care about being hurt or not, but just wanted for the stand off to end, and they started moving again. The Kangaskhan rushed the woman with the sword, meaning to take her head off with the glowing fist that was mega punch. A Shedjina decided the guy with the lightning was their greatest threat, and shot at him like a bullet, a fat, bug eyed bullet with wicked looking claws. The scyther, right behind it, decided to go for one who caused her budddy Rhyperior to fall into the lake. It would have to be fast so she could help him get out, or get someone who could help, get out to help.

Just how many wizards were around here. This guy, that other guy, the weird toad that'd just shot other guy. Was there some sort of secret school around here? He didn't get to ride that train of thought very far before what only as some sort of giant death bug descended on him, all blades and wing beats. As he fell backwards into the mud away from the swipe of its claws that ghost hand streaked back over and deflected a strike that would have taken off his head with Matt's knife. He'd been attacked by bees before, and though this wasn't a bee it looked like a sort of bug. There was one surefire way to get away from bees, and it was right behind him. He threw his bag on the ground, scrambled to his feet, leaped into the lake, and dived. I was a lot deeper than he though it was, and dropped off very close to the shore. Had he dumped that rhino into the deep end? Weren't they endangered? Could they swim? He looked around for the rhino.

Anno took a step back. So... so there was... the one girl was now a Kamen Rider. Okay so it really was... did that mean that this really was a real Lovely Compact? Is that seriously what was going on here? And the Pokemon... wild Pokemon did kind of tend to attack people didn't they... And if they all attacked, they'd be outnumbered! She couldn't just run, she had to do something, but what could she do? The brown-haired girl looked down at the Lovely Compact. That's right... if the belts were real, then this could be too! Taking a deep breath, she traced her finger on the heart symbol. This was a little embarrassing, but if it worked it was really her only chance at all. The device spoke as her finger moved. "L-O-V-E!" it declared, and light flared from it and engulfed her almost immediately. Anno found herself floating, her clothing dissipating as her body was surrounded by light. She could feel ribbons wrapping around her, clothing forming, it... it really was happening! Her hair, too... it went from brown to a pale blonde, her ponytail standing more upright and growing even longer than it was already. When the light faded, she couldn't help but look herself over, stunned. "I... I really turned into Cure Heart!"

"Reality" Jon sighed as he hauled himself up the fourth flight of stairs, his head down and his MP3 player blasting loudly in his ears. You could have taken the lift, you know. But no... You "needed the exercise"... He thought to himself. Rolling his eyes at the voice in his head, he pushed open the toilet door, not noticing the fact that it lead straight into some shimmering portal. ---- He alighted on the other side with a bump. OK, that's kind of oversimplifying it. The portal appeared a few inches off the ground, so he tipped forward stepping out, and faceplanted. "Ow. What the hell just happened?" Slowly, he shifted into a sitting position, and looked around. Somehow, he'd been teleported from the university campus to some sort of forest. However, before he could get his bearings, some sort of device fell out of the sky and clocked him on the head. He picked it up. "OK, so I'm in a weird forest, and someone's throwing Kamen Rider belts at me." Suddenly, through the trees, he spotted some bright flashes and the sound of battle. He pushed himself back onto his feet, and started to run. So is there where finally hitting the gym starts to pay off? ---- What he saw as he broke through the treeline was... strange. First, the Pokémon. Secondly, what looked like characters he thought were fictional fighting them. And something telling him he should be helping them do it. With a sigh, he took out the belt that had hit him in the head, and slapped it to his waist, causing the strap to appear. "Well, here goes nothing." He sighed, flipping the four red switches on the front down. As the countdown finished, he pushed the handle on the right forward, thrusting his arm into the air. At once, some sort of ring rose out of nowhere, forming a white and orange suit. Jon looked down at his new outfit. "OK, I've got no idea what just happened, but you know what? IT'S SPACE TIME!" He shouted, punching the air with both fists.

Matt caught his breath after all that screaming and shouting. It looked like they didn't even need the knight anyways, lucky him. Pokemon lied twitching and spasming on the ground uselessly. Others still stood, fortunate enough to not have been targeted by him. Yet. He sighed as a stand off occurred. Or maybe it was actual peace? He doubted it. Suddenly then, he heard the sound of wind rushing by him. As he turned around he noticed his comrade almost getting hit by some kind of laser beam. Before Matt could react, he also heard a buzzing behind him. Matt turned to be graced with the image of a Shedinija, rushing towards him. Matt gasped for breath as a speeding bullet of a bug slammed into his chest with razor like claws. He absolutely abhorred bugs. He groaned in pain as he got up and stared at the monstrosity before him, and then down at his now red coated shirt. "Heheh." He laughed, shortly there afterward coughing and hacking up a small amount of blood. "Bad ch-choice, fuckhead." He said, a poisonous venom coating his words. He was mad, honest to god mad at the stupid insignificant bug that had stabbed him. He screamed his magical hex and a righteous lightning struck the animal down. He continued throwing around his lightning indiscriminately as he slowly made his way toward Jymni. A leader always looked out for their teammates first.

Dan saw people around him transform. Some into armored heroes, others into magical girls. He held the Switch in hand. "Now... make your wish upon the stars..." A voice called to him. "... I wish to be a hero!" Dan thought. He then shouted with all his heart: "SWITCH... ON!" With a press of the switch, an aura of dark clouds emerged from his body. A handful of bright blue lights in the shape of an inverted Y were the only things to stand out from the clouds. Three of them was a red light, one top of the inverted Y and one on each of the bottoms. Dan's eyes glowed hot red as the cloud dissipated. Gone was his human appearance. Instead, it was a figure dressed in sleek black body armor, with the shoulders having moldings that resemble a bird's wings. The Inverted Y makes its appearance as a bright red line going down from the neck, branching around at the waist as the two lines go onto the legs. The lights that appeared made their feature in the form of jewel-like circles adorned on the spots where they shined. On his waist was a bigger, larger blue circle, standing out like it was a buckle. The head has no face to speak of, but rather a yellow arrow pointing downwards over a black surface of what appeared to be glass. On the sides of the head were the same bird wing like designs, though where as the wings look closed on the shoulders, the wings look open on the helmet. Its forearms had a similar wing design, though they seem to be the edges of feathers sticking out. This, along with his silver, metallic and sharp hands, give the arms the look of arrows. Those who have known their astronomy would know that it would make sense for a monster based off the constellation, Sagitta, to have arrow-like arms. "I... I did it... I've transformed!" Dan then posed to the flytrap. "LISTEN HERE! MY NAME IS ITEZAKI DAN! OR FOR THIS FIGHT, SAGITTA!"

The thing beneath the water found the Rhino-like pokemon first. The thing was floundering on the water's surface, trying to swim, but the density made the act futile. Poor thing didn't even know that the water surrounding it, and pulling it down like a stone on pudding, was the absolute least of its worries. The thing didn't quiet understand what the pokemon was. It didn't need to. Its task was simple enough. Find the highest concentration of life forms in the area, and take as many samples as possible. Long, glistening tentacles that glowed with a violet green light moved up towards the floundering stone beast, and wrapped around it so quickly, so tightly, the creature, for all its strength, never had a chance. Some blood was lost in the clear blue water, but not much. Most of it was preserved, kept for use. Done with the first specimen, the creature paused, and its mind moved outwards, and located its next victim, not another of the animals, but something closer to its own god. It started towards the thing in the water, near the surface and the land. Jynmi flew through the air like a dart, that's to say he wasn't so much as flying as racing towards a target without his feet having to waste time touching the ground. Said target was a tree, and the young man hit it better than any dart player in the history of the UK, or would've if not for the fact his body didn't stay stuck into it. The world bounced around before him, and he came crashing down like a stone, or a human body that was flung against a tree. First, there was the pain, so he laid there for a moment, and then came the fear his spine had been destroyed. So he jumped to his feet. It hurt. His back was definitely bruised. "I'm alive." He called out in triumph, and encase anyone was worried about him. Luckily the guy with the lightning was, or he'd feel like nobody cared. "Wow, what happened? Weren't we at a stand still?" He called currying over to the guy with the lightning bolts, and book. He shook his head in awe at the closing horde of pokemon that suddenly didn't look so cute anymore. They were still cute, don't get it wrong, its just there teeth, claws, and angry dispositions were a lot more noticeable than in the games. "There might be a way this is good, but I just can't think of any." As the group closed in, more and more started getting past the lightning, making Jynmi want to take a step back too, but he fought that urge down, and buried it in a shallow grave. It would rise again, but there would be a good amount of clawing it would have to do first. "Don't worry. I've got your back." He said to the guy with the lightning. Immediately he wished he hadn't because the pokemon were getting smart, and were diving themselves up into three groups. One come towards them directly, and the other two breaking off into left and ride. It made him think of a river that forked three times with big, colorful animaly chunks floating in it. Anno's transformation couldn't have come quickly enough, because just as her appearance changed, or possibly as a result of said change, a muscular pokemon with a wrestling belt noticed her, and started making its way to her, fist clenched at its side, and bright white light starting to glow from it. Raticate wasn't really a fighter, but it wanted to fight. He needed to fight. He also didn't want to wait in line to do so. Feeling gloomy, the rat leaned against a tree, and watched sadly at the action. That's when it noticed the newcomer. He didn't seem to be with others. Perhaps he was defenseless. With a smirk, a chance to prove itself. The pokemon hurried towards the stranger, but stopped just at the edge of the tall grass. It took a moment to gather its courage, the guy was after all a great many times bigger than itself, but that wouldn't be a problem; that's what a sneak attack was for. Its legs tensed, and he let out a battle cry, a shrill squeaky battle cry, and lunged at the intruder just as the clothes changed, and something orange and white took its place. The raticate tried to veer to the side, but changing midair wasn't something it could do. Flying towards the stranger's back was its only option. The carnivine's head tilted to the side in confusion. It blinked a time, and then another, before shrugging, before its vine whips pulled back and launched towards the one talking about transforming.

Whatever Tylar had expected to see it was not that. Something was triggered within him, some deep and primal feeling of nope that flowed through his body as the thing finished with the rhino and turned to face him. He started swimming upwards as fast as he could, but in his panicked need to get away it as more like flailing and he failed to go anywhere and the thing closed in on him. Then he felt something grab hold of his shirt collar and yank. His head broke surface as the phantom limb dragged him to the shoreline. He scrambled in the mud and out of the water, clawing his way onto land. He ignored everything. He just started sprinting past the assembled animals for the treeline, shouting the only thing he could compare what he'd seen to, that name Stella had for the plushy that sat on her nightstand. "Cthulhu!" he yelled, running madly. "Cthulhu!" He shouted as a warning to any that was in a state to hear. "Cthulhu!" In the back of his mind he knew that he'd forgotten his bag at the shoreline, that he wouldn't be able to get anywhere without lunch and his wallet. The rational part of his mind knew he'd get reprimanded for losing it. The Phantom Limb followed along behind him, bag in tow.

... Okay there was really no time to dwell on being Cure Heart. That Machoke-it was choke, right? Champ was the one with all the arms, right?-looked pretty angry and it was coming right for her. The name of the attack it was using slipped her mind, but Anno knew that she didn't want to get hit by it. But... But she was a Precure now! And being a Precure meant she was quite possibly one of the most hand-to-hand-oriented magical girls! Squaring up her feet, Anno drew back her right hand. If it was charging up an attack that meant it'd probably not be able to react too well to anything she did! Slamming one foot down, the currently-blonde girl rushed forward, feeling the air whip past her as she sprinted at speeds previously unattainable! Curling her hand into a fist, the moment she got close she ducked low and swung her fist upward to deliver a hard blow directly to the Pokemon's chest! She was a Precure, after all, they fought monsters all the time!

Rachel dove to the left, out of the path of the Kangaskhan's fist. Sure, she had armour on now, but she had played enough Pokemon to make a good guess at what that attack might've been and she didn't want that to hit if it could be avoided. Scrambling to her feet, she caught a glimpse of Dan's transformation. Was that a Zodiarts? Well, he seemed to be on their side at least. And there were more important things to worry about, like the pokemon that had just tried to knock her head off. ...And maybe the guy screaming about Cthulhu. Although it was also possible he'd just seen a Tentacruel or something, so she wasn't too concerned about that right now. Okay, giant kangaroo thing, there was probably a Mantle for thi- Reaching down to her side, the Rider noticed a distinct lack of any rings aside from the one she'd used to transform hanging from her belt. Still, she was a Kamen Rider now, so fighting a monster like this shouldn't be too much of a problem. The brunette charged towards the Kangaskhan and brought her sword up, slashing diagonally across its chest.

Jon didn't quite have time to turn before the Raticate slammed into his back, and knocked him over. Rolling over, he looked back at the Pokémon. "Angry? Or scared?" He wondered out loud, before snapping his fingers. "One way to find out." Reaching down, he flipped the black switch in his belt. "RADAR... ON." It announced, as a device that looked like a black and white satellite dish formed around his left arm, and began scanning the giant rat.

Matt smiled as his new friend cemented his spot as the deadpan snarker as well as, well, a friend. "I got you back." He said, and Matt believed it. With new found strength, he stared at the battalion of pokemon facing him. They were getting smarter and breaking off into groups of three. Crafty little buggers. "Okay, here's the plan; we need to gather up every person willing to kill these little hellions, and break them off into three groups. Fight fire with fire, as they say." Matt said to Jymni. At that point, Tylar ran past them screaming about an eldritch abomination. "Okay, that's not good. Go get him, and find my knife, will you?" He commanded, before running off, and trying to dodge all the damn pokemon closing in on him. It was harder with that slash through his chest, but he managed to get to some lady fighting a ma-somethin' or other. "Hey, lady! After you take out that pokemon, I need some help! There are way more near the lake, and you seem pretty capable!" He shouted at her, hoping some others would hear as well, and band with him.

Dan targeted the Machoke as the magical girl went over and punched it. Huh, taking a more direct approach. Dan decides to be the ranged fighter in this battle. He held his hands out, cupping them to make a huge arrow, and aimed at the Machoke. There, he fired two light blue arrows at the Machoke.

The tentacled being wasn't Cuthullu. It had never been to that universe, but that wasn't important, or even interesting. What was was the male thing with the translucent limb that screamed at the top of his lungs, and ran from it, but not because his words interested it. It just hadn't seen flying limbs before, and knew such a thing would have interesting material for later use. So its bulbous head broke through the water like a shark's head that had been smashed down into a grey bulb. It didn't stop on the shore, but kept on going. Long, tentacled limbs, hundreds if not thousands of them, each translucent with speared tips at the ends, shot out of the water, and pulled its big head after it. It stared following the man with the limbs quickly, covering a lot more ground that it's awkward strides should have allowed for. The glow on the Machamp's fist lost its threatening sheen when the strangely dressed woman smashed her closed fist into its muscular chest. The Pokemon stumbled back, and almost tripped over, but it managed to find a tree on its left, and get its legs to stop twitching as the weight of its upper body had suddenly become a problem. It's brown eyes narrowed towards the woman and it started moving towards her, and got three feet, before it stopped and its head slowly moved upwards, mouth open and eyes staring with shock at the cause of the sudden shadow that fell over them. With a screech that would have sounded more at home coming out of a gigantic rodent, it turned on its heel and started running. No more than three feet had been taken before several projectiles hit it in the chest, spinning it around. It blinked down at the stick in it, unsure of what to make of the phenomenon, before going down to one knee, and then to and finally flat on its face, breathing hard. Blood gushed out of the new wound on the kangaroo pokemon's chest, but it didn't pay it any mind. Its hands immediately moved down to check on the baby in its pouch, which was slightly startled, but otherwise unharmed. With an angry grunt it turned back towards its opponent and sized her up, and the sword in her hands, not wanting to make the same mistake twice. With a growl, it opened its mouth a long hot blast of blazing orange fire shot it in a trail of flames. The raticate faced up at the stranger, unsure of what to do now. It backed away a little, unaware it was letting the man know it was scared. It gulped absent minded, trying to think of what to do next. Then it heard the machamp's scream, turned around, and saw the approaching shadow. Without another complicated thought it ran straight towards the stranger, planning on either going through his legs or bowling him over. There effeminately wasn't any time to go around. "Oh but?" Jynmi raised a finger, curiously, in the hopes the guy with the knife would realize it was a sign that he wasn't done talking yet, but it was too late, and the apparent leader was already going doing something heroic. "Hmmm." With a frown he looked at his shoes, which were still there, but probably ruined thanks to the water, hoping they'd tell him something useful. A shadow fell over them, and then the general feel of panicked flooded the air like lightning and hail in a particularly nasty winter storm. He looked up and blinked. Then he looked around him and blinked. Yes, a few pokemon were still fighting with the group of people he still considered himself a part of, but a lot of them, were turning now to to run, or noting the tentacle thing and turning to run. So he decided to try something. "HEY!!!" He called at the top of his voice, and then some, and pointed upwards at the bobbing bubble head with the bladed tentacles that was making its way inland. "SHOULD WE BE WORRIED ABOUT THAT?" The pokemon were the first to respond, and they did it in the affirmative. All but a pokemon here and there, two or three that were busy with the humans, turned tail and ran as if said tails had been set on fire, or frozen in a block of ice, electrocuted, or whatever it was they were weak against. "So maybe we should...." He frowned, because the guy in charge had gotten a lot further, and shrugged. "Okay let's all go that way then. It's not gaining any distance away from that thing." He pointed at the monstrosity. "But at least we're not hurrying towards it." He quickly scanned the ground, found the knife and ran after the guy. "Hey, I found your knife." He called as he came upon the guy and the girl with a sword. "I found your knife." He pointed, again at the thing, with more emphasis because there was an audience now. "So what're we going to do about that thing." He arched a brow at it. "Unless we don't have to worry about it." In response several of the creature's tentacles lifted off the ground and shot towards them and every other living thing nearby.

Tyler looked back, once, and immediately regretted it. It was following him. Why was it following him? Had he offended it? He did not stop running, plowing through the treeline into the woods proper. He glanced over, and was surprised to see the ghost hand floating along beside his head carrying his bag. He reached out and grabbed it from the thing, then had a thought. He wasn't special. He wasn't even tasty. Why was this thing chasing him and not literally any of the other, bigger, better meals? Maybe it wasn't chaining him. Maybe it was the ghost. "Shoo!" He shouted at it. "Get outta here! Go on, get. Leave!" The hand obeyed, falling back and disappearing through a tree, where he lost sight of it. Then he heard something whistling through the air, and he turned to his other side just in time to see a translucent tentacle whipping at his head. He screamed. He didn't have to, however. The ghost hand, moving like a blur, descended from the treetops like the blade of a guillotine to chop the tentlacle down to the dirt before floating back up and regaining its place by his side. "Sorry! You hang around, I don't mind anymore!" He said, doubling his pace.

Several pokemon, whom had been too slow to react towards the newcomer's appearance were no longer pokemon any more. At the most you could say was they were husks of their former selves. Their bodies were dried of everything so all that was left was the outer most layer of skin and some bones. With each one's hollowing something changed in the tentacle monster. NOt by much, but its bulbous body got bigger, and slightly darker. Its strange lumbering gate started picking up speed as if the blood gave it memories packed with instructions on navigating over land. There was a high pitched keening that blasted out of the massive tentacle creature's body as what remained of its sliced limb pulled back in startled pain. For a moment it paused, and the color of its body changed to a dark maroonish yellow. Several more tentacles took up pursuit, flying towards the man and the hand like arrows shot from a Gatling gun. "See I told you." The owner of the blue eyes stopped just outside the forest, looking in towards the chaos. "Oh." He said, shoulders slumping in defeat. "it wasn't this bad when I left." Another figure, similiar in appearance but with eyes that glowed bright Green. "I'm sure. There'd be many more corpses." He nodded to the man. "I'll get things ready. You start with the evacuations." The man nodded, and called through his hands. "Attention!" He said, with a voice that one wouldn't believe could exist in such a fragile looking form. "Everyone needs to get over here now!" He repeated the words in several languages, and then with various pokemon tongues before starting over from where he began.

That... that was disturbing... whatever the big tentacled thing was, it had drained the Pokemon who hadn't gotten away, leaving them as nothing but dried out husks... Anno felt like she should have been more scared, but... but... she was a Precure! And they, well, they kind of beat up monsters way bigger than them all the time, right? As one of the tentacles shot towards her, she took a deep breath... and her foot snapped up, sweeping through the air to catch it. The tentacle was struck like it had been hit by a train and sent wildly off-course, smashing into a tree and sending it to the ground, splintering from the site of the tentacle's impact. The currently-blonde girl could barely believe she had that kind of power... but that's what she got from being a Precure! Confidence born from being a magical girl who could punch out monsters currently surged through her smallish form. There was some new people calling to them, who seemed to have some idea of what was going on. Anno backed towards them, but she wasn't ready to flee just yet. Her mind was rapidly working, not only did she not know these guys but the thing could still attack her... and if it came any closer... well... well... she'd hit it REALLY hard! It was kind of what Precures tended to do. Aside from the love beams that made things explode and go back to normal.

As he watched the Machamp flee, he looked back at the girl fighting it. "Nice work, I guess." He said, gently clutching his chest. He would need to get that wound checked out before it got infected, definitely. Suddenly though, the pokemon he was planning on launching an attack on, had started to flee. Some didn't make it far, as spears of some kind pierced them and drained them of their life. He scratched his head, and looked at where the weapons were coming from, and saw a horrifying tentacled beast, reminiscent of eldritch abominations. "Holy shit..." He mumbled. Suddenly, an appendage shot forth, aimed for the girl he was trying to get to help. Before he could react, she pimp slapped the thing into a tree, and the monster wailed in pain, before the injured tentacle retreated, and more shot forth in a different direction. Then, his friend Jymni joined the mix, unfortunately not dragging Brownhair with him. He directed his attention to the knife he had brought back, a helpful tool. "Keep it, for now. You need a weapon." He commanded. Then responded to his question. "Yeah, we're fighting that thing." He decided, before preparing to shout at the top of his lungs in the most demanding voice he could muster. Before he could speak, a loud and cold voice sprung forth, telling them to leave. He ignored it. "SCREW THAT NOISE! JOIN ME AND DEFEAT THE HENTAI MONSTER!" He screamed, before dodging all the tentacles shot at him by hiding behind a tree.

Tyler didn't know whose voice that was, but they sounded very authoitatve and right now that was good enough for him. He immediately swerved toward the sound of the voice and began running in that direction. It probably saved his life, because right at that moment the bundle of tentacles that were on a coltion course to punch right through his chest found themselves ripping through the trunk of a large tree instead. He heard the snaping crack behind him, and turned to look right as the tentacles ripped themselves from the trunk and the large old tree began to fall towards him. He ducked out of the path of the falling tree and doubled his efforts as the thing crashed to the ground beside him, a stray branch clipping his head as it went down. He stumbled, fell, rolled forward back to his feet in the same motion, and ran like a drunk the rest of the way with a bleeding gash in his head. Despite that though, he made it. He made it to the people who sounded like they knew how to handle this. Maybe more wizards. He laughed to himself about this, promised himself that he was never ever coming back to New York, and collapsed on his face at their feet.

"They don't seem to be coming." The man with the blue eyes mumbled, letting his arms fall to his sides, fists clenched in agitation. "Why do these damn drifters need to always be heroes?" He shook his head and started calling again when a man with an ugly looking gash on his head fell to his feet. A disembodied limb floated above him looking for all the world like it belonged there. "Well at least this one came." The blue eyed man sighed. "Hey." He said, poking the bleeder with a steel toed booth. "Is there anyway you could get the others in your party over here, or there, or any other direction besides the ones that are currently being targeted by the chimera harvester's tentacles?"

The tentacles changed. Spearing, the preferred method of gathering new data wasn't going to work. This became obvious with the way the blonde one kicked aside one of the limbs. Proceeding to phase two. Several tentacles raised, and expanded becoming scoops which gathered up dozen of the pokemon husks, and enclosed them in a yellowish maroon gelatinous sphere. Soldiers were needed. There was a hiss, and several misshapen black figured emerged. There were seven in total, each a mockery of their previous pokemon forms. With an utter silence the creatures shot forward towards their prey.

"Why are they still over there?" The man with the green eyes called. He was several meters away, on his knees, with a pack on the ground, and strange equipment spread out. "I told you to get them over here."

"What do you think I'm doing!? Your old ears haven't given out on you, have they, because I was yelling loud enough to make it sixty feet with ease." The blue eye man shook his head and made an obscene gesture with his hands to let the Green eyed man know to shut up and get to work. Instead of wasting time with a reply the figure got back into work, combining parts into something that was starting to look like a cross between a satellite dish, a robotic crab, and a car bumper.

"We're going to fight?" Said Jynmi, certain he misheard things. "Really? But why not run?" He pointed at the men on the far end, where the pokemon were rushing too. "I mean it might not be safe there, seeing as the pokemon aren't stopping there, but at least the general direction seems better, don't you think?" Jynmi opened his mouth to complain more, but something big came at him. He didn't get a chance to recognize anything but for the complete blackness of its body, which along with the speed of the creature's impact, made picking out details impossible, before An invisible wall flared up out of nowhere, and the creature smashed into it, and the barrier, erecting at an odd angle, sending it up and over them in a high arc.

As Jynmi watched the mass of shadow sail over him, another of the mutations shot out from beneath the ground, intending on grabbing the man with the lightning book. While something a hideously shadowed mass sprung out of the trees by the blue girl, and hundreds of black vines moved in on her like homing missiles, intent on wrapping her up.