Chapter no.193 Battle at Lavender tower (Patreon)

With Pikachu and Charmeleon doing their best to deal with that annoyingly powerful Magmortar, the Haunter had left their flank, to use their ghostly abilities on the grunts, using their claws to literally tear through the grunts, digging into their entrails whenever getting the chance, along with the occasional hex and dream-eater to regain some of their power to carry out the next attack.
The hunter used the bodies o the dead as marionette to cause even more chaos as the ghost type pokemon were becoming more and more aggressive as if something was effecting them
The Haunter focussed their ghostly energies, getting in tune with the ambient energy of the graveyard. It was time for them to use their powers to the fullest.
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Fearow was loving it as he raced with Pidgeot
Due to all the training with their trainer's mate , the air slashes that were needed to be smaller, precise, so that they could focus the shockwaves enough to actually weaken the opponent. Now though, it was hardly a matter, since they could automatically channel energy at much higher quantities without battling an eye. The air slashes tore through the zombie grunts, sometimes even slicing them into halves, a fate that some of the Umbreons shared with them as well—though, Pidgeot and Fearow couldn't help but notice that majority of the ghost population had already vanished—captured- Pidgeot translated, which meant that victory was pyrrhic at best. They would need to do some damage control.
At least towards the grunts' side of the battle, so that they could begin to deal with the Executive and that annoying fire-breathing abomination of his.
Quickly deciding on an approach, Pidgeot raised her wingspan, manipulating the ambient ghostly energies of the graveyard, and began to weave a devastating combination.
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Wortortle slammed another powerful aqua jet into Magmortar, this time striking true as the monster fell to the back, only to lift one of his cannons and blast scorching flames at him, the flames literally slamming him to the ground, as the Magmortar jumped off the ground, ready to end the battle with a powerful body slam. The funny thing was, even Wortortle knew it. After that kind of firepower hitting him, a single body slam from that giant of a fire monster would send him reeling into a world of pain.
That however, was not an option.
He watched the body of Magmortar, which shot high up into the air, propelled by his flames, before stopping in mid-air, and using the full might of gravity to end up on him.
Butterfree used baton pass as he gave the increase of power to Clefairy who concentrated as his eyes began to glow.
Fairy power flooded through him as his entire body flooded with raw power, as he shone like liquid light, before concentrating all that energy into the orb on his front, almost demanding an outlet to destroy. Clefairy gave it one.
Magmortar.
The shaft of liquid light slammed into a surprised Magmortar face-first, stopping his downward descent and instead, pushing him further upward until the light died out, and Magmortar, now wounded, fell from the sky, speeding towards the earth. Meanwhile, Clefairy concentrated his remaining energy into his top-right appendage, and just when Magmortar was at his own height, slammed a full-powered Meteor Mash into him, sending the spitfire pokémon tumbling down the earth, before striking against a rock, which cracked instantly.
Wortortle, it seemed, was merely waiting for this, as he made an excited roar before slamming his feet on the ground, sending an Surf, that shocked the hell out of most of the pokémon standing there, including and specially, the injured Magmortar.
Just how he liked it.
Wortortle grinned as he fixed his specks.
Clefairy let out a mental sigh. Maybe there was a chance for them after - the thought died midway, as he saw the fire monster slowly push one of his appendages up.
Oh come on. This is simply unfair.
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Ominous wind. A powerful wind-based attack in which the caster channels ghostly energy to flow with the wind created, to attack the opponent. The attack is useful against those who are sensitive to ghostly energies—humans, psychics and the like. However, some ghosts-types, like Hunter, have the ability to use will-o-wisp, or ghostly flames to combine with ominous wind to create a more deadly combination. One, which in terms of a fire-attack, is more devastating than a full-powered flamethrower, and in terms of ghostly attacks, leaves little for the opponent to do beside groaning in pain.
However, neither ominous wind and will-o-wisp separately, nor any combination of them thereof, could ever hope to match that which then manifested inside the graveyard courtesy of Pidgeot and Fearow.
Using their innate ability to shape the air currents, the two avians literally manipulated the ambient ghostly energies to their will, channelling them into specific paths just like ominous wind, only this time, it was in the form of a twister.
An extremely large, extremely powerful twister of swirling ghost energy.
With one single pair of beats from their wings, the avians directed the ominous-wind-twister into motion.
"Ha!" Butch laughed. "The kid never learns. Magmortar, they have high hopes on that twister. Burn their hopes like the previous time."
Magmortar, who seemed to get up and stand, no matter the attacks on its person, grinned maniacally before belching huge torrents of flame into the twisters.
That, in hindsight, was a mistake.
As Pidgeot and Fearow, was able to create twisters, but controlling them once formed was beyond their scope and ability.
With little effort, Fearow and Pidgeot took the swirling disaster- a fusion of Magmortar's powerful flames coupled with the twister of ghostly energy—and directed it towards the grunts and their pokémon—literally evaporating them once the swirling monster ravaged past them. In exactly twenty seven seconds, not a single grunt, nor his Umbreon, were left alive and standing. In fact, they weren't present there at all.
Only if that were the end of it all.
Austin looked in absolute horror at what his pokemon had done.
' No, this was just in self defense, team rocket was trying to kill us.'
Trying to justify his Pokemons actions that had left Austin frozen in horror.
Butch was traumatized beyond comprehension.. The grunts were dead. The Umbreon packs were killed. Even his own pokémon were on the verge of losing. The only good thing was that the mission—capture the ghost population—had been a success, since immediately after capture, those black pokeballs automatically vanished, teleporting back to the base as they were programmed to do.
Now he just had to kill this kid and then escape from here. "Gaaah!" He roared in unbridled fury. "Kill those birds, Magmortar. Burn them to a crisp!"
Magmortar would, but then he was stopped by Butch, pointing towards something else, much more higher in priority, that had begun to take place.
The Haunter, despite the avian's own acquisition of the ambient energies of the graveyard, had been busy concentrating on otherworldly energy, fuelling themselves with the ambient energy of the environment. One of the features of ominous wind is that it raises the powers of any nearby ghost, something that the duo had used to maximum efficiency, when duo made the twister.
Scizor and Shedninja was busy battling with the Dusclops, with either of them suffering from injuries, the former more than the latter. The Houndoom had been dealt with already, the sneak attack with sludge bomb of Bulbasaur more than enough to take them out of commission, leaving the Magmortar, who was being dealt with by the Pikachu, Charmeleon, Wortortle and Clefairy.
The Haunter concentrated their energies together, creating a mass of pure chaos, moulding it into a spherical shape, creating one of their most potent attacks.
The shadow ball.
The hunter grinned, before projecting the shadow ball towards the Dusclops, who also forced out a shadow ball of his own- the two colliding forces of otherworldly energies trying to get the best out of the other, creating a collision in the middle, with either end doing their best to propel it further.
"Magmortar!" Butch sneered, making sure that all of his pokémon (save Magmortar, and of course Dusclops, who was pushing the shadow ball backwards) were back inside their pokeballs, "get ready!" He released a single Abra, who looked surprised at being summoned. "Get ready to teleport." The Executive sneered. "Magmortar, use fire blast on that shadow ball collision."
"NO!" Austin yelled, racing towards the collision, which was only a couple of feet away from Pikachu and Charmeleon.
Austin's eyes glowed red as he felt everything around him began to slow down.
Magmortar concentrated on a ball of the hottest fires, before propelling them into the ongoing collision.
And the world was consumed by light and fire.
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𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗻 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗽𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗻, 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝘁𝘆𝗽𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝗽𝗶𝗲𝗰𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗮𝗱𝘃𝗶𝗰𝗲: "𝗗𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗴𝗼 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝘀𝘀" 𝗮𝗻𝗱 "𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗻𝗼 𝗰𝗶𝗿𝗰𝘂𝗺𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗮 𝗦𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗼𝘄 𝗺𝗮𝗱." 𝗜𝘁 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗱𝗼 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗱 𝗽𝗶𝗲𝗰𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗮𝗱𝘃𝗶𝗰𝗲, 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗽𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗻; 𝗮𝗹𝗮𝘀, 𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝗼 𝗵𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗻. 𝗦𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗼𝘄 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗮 𝗿𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗹𝘆 𝗽𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗻, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗼 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿; 𝗶𝗳 𝗮 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗼𝗼 𝘄𝗲𝗮𝗸 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗮𝗽𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗿 𝗸𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗼𝗻𝗶𝘇𝗲 (𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗼 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿) 𝗮 𝗦𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗼𝘄 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘂𝗽 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘀, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝘂𝗴𝗴𝗹𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗯𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗮 𝘄𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗲 𝗳𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗸. 𝗦𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲𝘀, 𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗮𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗥𝗲𝗱, 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘆 𝗰𝗮𝗽𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻 𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗰, 𝗶𝗰𝗲, 𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗼𝗰𝗸 𝗽𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝘁𝘆𝗽𝗲 𝗮𝗱𝘃𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝘃𝗶𝘃𝗲, 𝗮𝗹𝗯𝗲𝗶𝘁 𝘁𝘆𝗽𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗶𝗻 𝗰𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗱𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝗽𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝗰𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿. 𝗙𝗮𝗿 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗻, 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗽𝗲𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗯𝗼𝗱𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗽𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘃𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗳𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗸 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗻 𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗸.