Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-24304510-20150806052621/@comment-24304510-20150809170959

As the other Trainers start making their way back to the Center, Nickel and Ryu defiantly run headlong into the horde, seemingly hell-bent on a final kamikaze mission. Herucleas moves to cover them, but it isn't quite enough. A Magneton floats down in front of Nickel, their eyes locking for a brief moment before it sends a large arc of electricity careening into the young girl's body.

The athlete is blasted backwards a good fifty feet to the other side of the yard, where she collapses in a rag-doll like manner into a heap. Foam bubbles at her mouth as her muscles spasm and contract, and her clothes are smoldering from the thermal heat of the blast. But whether she's dead, alive, or anything in-between is anyone's guess as this point.

"Fuck! The kid's got a death wish. Houndour, cover me!" Kyosuke directs his Pokémon to concentrate on any enemies in the surrounding area as he makes his way towards Nickel's convulsing body. The Magnemite see him however, and start launching out Sonicbooms in his direction. The Ranger barely has enough time to duck behind the Center's air-conditioning unit before the concussive blasts shred the dirt where he'd been standing. Behind the swarm, the generator gives an audible whine as it revs up...

In the basement, Nikolai throws a large lever, and the radio tower atop the Center goes dark. But suddenly, the lights dim even further, plunging the center into near total darkness, and just as soon as it happened, the energy comes flooding back like a tsunami. Nikolai however, is prepared for this, and is able to open the Center's systems to slow down the flow of energy before the circuits are overloaded.

Wolfe turns to ask Nurse Joy a question, but she's already gone. To answer him, a nearby window, set high into the ceiling, bursts open, and three Magnemites zoom into the room, attracted by the electricity coursing through the power grid. They lock their eyes on Nikolai and advance.

Outside, almost masked by the din of the melee, the coughing and backfiring of a distressed engine echo through the streets...