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"What the...!" Lucario exclaimed in surprise as he jogged forward. By the slight inclination of the hill where Zerobi had stood just seconds ago now was a hole, not even 2 meters wide but extremely deep.

"ZEROBI!" he shouted down the shaft, but was greeted by nothing, not even an echo. Only pitch black darkness as far he could see. Panicking, he looked around the edges of the ventilation to see if there was any way to descend, but the dirt and mud that grazed the walls looked too unstable to climb. He nudged closer with care and barely even noticed Melinia coming up behind him.

"Ho hum. How awkward," she said with an uncaring tone, "Say, could you jump in there to make sure she's fine? I will go and get help."

"Are you... I'd just land on top of her and make things worse!" Lucario shouted back at her, immediately noticing the humongous pole in her hand and coming up with an idea, "Just give me that spear, I'll lower it so she can use it to climb up!"

He reached out, Melinia stepping back and twisting around to keep it out of his grip.

"Hmm... No," she responded quietly and slowly, as if trying to think of what to say, "I don't think you will be doing that, sweetie. You might get hurt."

"Fine, go get help! Don't just stand there!" Lucario continued shouting in frustration, the Marowak's nonchalance starting to get on his nerves, "A fall like that... She might've broken something! B-But I can't even hear her scream, so that means...!"

His voice silenced and his breath faded as he stared down the hole, feeling very cold inside. Mew's demise had taught him just how brittle Pokémon were, and Zerobi was nowhere near as powerful as she was. Noticing his anguish, Melinia again did the unexpected by turning her back to him, walking away and starting to hum to herself.

"I dug the hole in a manner which should allow for a moderately safe descent," she chirped happily before turning around, securing her grip around the spear, "She looked a bit stressed out, probably just catching a little beauty sleep among the soft pillows at the bottom."

Lucario felt his stomach twist, immediately recognizing the hostility in her stance. In shock he stepped away from her, almost tripping into the hole by accident.

"WHAT!? You-" he shouted, his expression flaring up for a moment before dissipating, "Oh wait, you're showing us a secret underground passage? Geez, I thought you were betraying us!"

Melinia stared at him in silence, clearly not sure if he was serious or not. Reviewing what she had just said, Lucario found his peaceful explanation to be very unlikely and went back to his original assumption.

"What the hell!? What do you want with Zerobi!?" he yelled with anger and clenched his fists.

"Not much. I rather liked her," Melinia replied with a shrug, "She's just of a troublesome typing. I feel it would be better for her to sit this one out."

The permanent glee in her voice and impenetrable mask made it difficult for Lucario to figure out Melinia's intentions. She was keeping her weapon held at the ready, but simultaneously rocking back and forth with a subtle swing of her hips in an almost comedic fashion. Suddenly she stilled herself, lowered the lance and leant towards him.

"Mmhmmhmm... I want you, Lonesome Wanderer Lucario," she whispered seductively, winking her emerald eyes, "You should know, you are quite the attractive specimen... For us bounty hunters, that is."

Lucario swallowed hard, feeling stared down as the Marowak refused to break eye contact.

"Bounty... Hunters...?" Lucario repeated with a dismal tone, many questions filling his mind. Melinia returned to her upright stance as she slipped her free hand inside her helmet, rummaging around a bit before pulling out five large papers. All of them were yellowed and old, three looking particularly beaten up with rips and tears at the edges and a big visible hole right in the middle. She carefully flipped through her possessions, sorting out two of the papers while stuffing the rest back into her mask.

"Here is the one for Serial Killer Zerobi. Worth 130,000P, sadly issued by the police," Melinia said with a grimace visible even beneath the obscuring mask, "But here is yours! Have a look!"

Retracting her spear, Melinia pierced the document on the edged tip and held it out towards Lucario. Stepping back from the terrifyingly large weapon, Lucario decided to examine the paper from a distance. Even with a pike jutting out from the well-used hole in the middle, the text was intact and written in both pawprint and writings he could recognize. It was still difficult to read, the paper in poor condition and the Marowak's constant bobbing not making things much easier.

SPIKELESS LUCARIO ROAMING THE WORLD DANGEROUS, MUST BE BROUGHT TO JUSTICE! Client: ELDER WHISCASH Objective: DETAIN AND RETURN LUCARIO Place: POSSIBLY KANTO Restrictions: NONE Difficulty: S Reward: 100,000 P

No picture, but he figured the "spikeless" bit was all people needed. The first thing that caught his eye was the client, a certain Elder Wishcash he remembered all too well as the scumbag who had turned Ivy and the rest of the villagers against him. He barely even recalled what the ugly fish looked like, but the elder's shouts of damnation haunted him to this day.

"That little...!" Lucario grunted to himself, sparking a giggle from Melinia. Were they still looking for him? He did run away without ever clearing things up, but they had been convinced that his mere existence would bring about the end of the world, so as the world was still intact he hoped they would have come to their senses by now.

"Where did you get that? How old is it?" he asked politely, not sure why since Melinia's intentions were far from noble.

"Quaint little village, not far. Mmm, splendid dancing venue," she reminisced before withdrawing her weapon and removing the paper, "Don't worry, I assure you that this bounty still active. You see, they are somewhat obsessed with you."

"Don't believe them! They're mad!" Lucario yelled in his defense, wondering how on earth he was going to convince the Marowak of his innocence. He was not even sure if she would care.

"Perhaps. Explains the high reward, no?" Melinia replied as she put her hands together in joy, "Oh, I am so lucky! To meet a hotshot like you, and you are actually worth something!"

"More like unlucky, because you'll be collecting that bounty over my dead body!" Lucario shouted, pepping himself up for battle. However, Melinia did nothing to shift her casual demeanor.

"Mmhmhm... Yes, that is the general idea," she chuckled quietly and tapped the side of her mask, "But well enough for you, I happen to have a better one. I hand you over, collect the reward, you relax and take a vacation in the slammer, and when you get out we split the cash. Excellent deal, no?"

"Slammer? These things want me dead!" Lucario responded with irritation almost immediately, not eager to barter any plan that involved him staying in jail after his less than pleasant visit to Saffron City. The draconian seemed disappointed by his answer, sighing out loud.

"Come now, I'm certain no matter what happened you can feign repentance and negotiate... Unless you are a murderer," she said with a dark tone before lightening up and caressing the underside of her helmet, "Hmm... You lady-killer, you!"

"I didn't kill anyone!" Lucario clarified, getting more and more annoyed by her callous behavior, "They're crazy! They think I'm part of some old prophecy to bring about the end of the world, that's why they want me!"

Silence filled the air as Melinia stared at him again, and for a moment Lucario almost thought she was buying it. Instead she clicked with her tongue and shook her head, placing her hand on her hip.

"My dear Lucario..." she whispered sweetly, "... Seduction would have been a lot more effective if you wished to deceive me. 'Restrictions: None' does not mean 'dead or alive', it only means I'm free to rough you up a bit if you're a bother."

"Consider me a bother!" Lucario roared while throwing his arms back, "I'll kick your ass just for what you did to Zerobi! If she's hurt-"

"Sleeping," Melinia corrected him while twirling her eyes, "You will soon come to understand the difference, my love. Weapons of this size do not allow much finesse."

The Marowak held out the spear in front of her with ease. The sight unnerved Lucario, sensing the primal fear instilled within all humans of fighting against an armed opponent. He held up his arms in a useless protective stance, reminding himself that even if the pike was quite long, he had fought enemies that could breathe fire, puke lightning and exhale black holes only a few months prior. Even the Primeape had a far more ferocious aura to him than the Marowak, so with proper maneuvering he figured he should be able to disarm her and turn the tables very quickly.

Feeling sheepish as he realized that taking the initiative would actually be to his advantage, Lucario ran straight towards the fearsome weapon and prayed his reflexes would not fail him. If he could just get past the bladed tip, the pike would become completely useless. As soon as he came within range, the Marowak stepped back and finally let her spear lash out. The sharp tip was aimed at Lucario's hip, forcing him to halt his run in order to twist his entire body to the side in evasion.

"Honey, do be careful!" Melinia cheered as she pulled her weapon back and repositioned herself to keep him from getting too close, "When a spear cuts through you, it tends to hurt very badly!"

Trying not to be intimidated, Lucario continued dashing towards her. Her spear was upon him once more, forcing him to duck. It returned to her side faster this time, Melinia making a short hop forward while thrusting the pike so hard it struck the ground like a lighting strike.

"Dah!" Lucario exclaimed in terror as he quickly stepped backwards, fearing that getting struck by such a powerful blow would skewer him in an instant, "I thought you weren't trying to kill me!?"

"Hmm? Mmhmm, did I say that?" Melinia hummed to herself as she pulled the lance out of the soil. Not wasting a second, she thrust it towards him as he moved back just outside its immense range.

"Still just trying to persuade you, stubborn man!" she shouted while repeatedly stabbing in his direction, Lucario stepping further and further away from her.

"Maybe if you dropped that weapon and fought fair, you bitch!" Lucario yelled while looking for an opening, although considering the frequency of her attacks he figured he would have an easier time dodging the spines of an aggressive porcupine.

"Oh, but you will far more eager to accept my offer when in dire need of medical attention!" the Marowak insisted as she suddenly took firm hold of the elongated bone and began charging towards Lucario. Wondering why she was shifting her tactics despite having him at the ropes, Lucario wanted to see just how strong she was and ran to the side. Despite showing great strength so far, even Melinia was forced to stop as she swung her weapon around, horizontally readjusting the pike to face him once again.

"Of course, then we might have more of a 60%-40% deal. Or 90%-10%?" Melinia chimed as she tapped the side of her chin, "Perhaps your life will be reward enough? You would certainly still be indebted, but we could always exchange certain services to even things out..."

A relaxing wind blew past them as Lucario ran a comparatively cool hand across his heated face. Running and dodging was exhausting, and he figured she was trying to make him run out of stamina like what she had seen happen with the Primeape. He would have to end the battle as fast as possible, and the best way to do that...

"Take your helmet off," Lucario stated bluntly while pointing at Melinia. Aura Spheres mostly just caused pain and damage, so he figured a critical blow to the head would be the speediest way to knock her out before she got desperate and started using far more dangerous moves.

"My, my. Enchanted, are we?" she answered as she leaned up against the spear, "Sorry honey pie, I need to preserve my skin. But I did promise you a kiss, so treat me well and I'll show you later!"

"... Of all the dumb replies..." Lucario groaned before shaking his head, "Look, you DO realize which weak point I'll be aiming if I can't go for the head, right?"

She stared into his eyes for a moment, probably making some expression he couldn't see. Shifting her weapon from vertical to horizontal, she appeared ready to continue fighting.

"That's assuming you can touch me..." she whispered menacingly before lunging towards him, spear aimed at his hip again. Dodging it was far easier this time since he was not already in motion, and he instinctively caught the prickly pike in his hand. Realizing what he had done, he immediately latched onto it with his second hand as well.

"Hah! I can touch this just fine!" he chided while trying to tug it out of Melinia's grasp. The Marowak simply giggled as she twisted the handle around, the prickly sensation turning into an explosive pain cutting into Lucario's hands. Eliciting a painful noise, he let go of the lance only for it to immediately push towards him, the bladed tip cutting straight into his right shoulder. A painful yell filled the air and Lucario backed off, instinctively clutching the wound in his shoulder with the wound on the palm of his hand.

"What a tough hide," the Marowak said in a bothered tone, breathing in heavily before thrusting the pike towards Lucario again, more weight put behind it this time. This, however, also made her movements more predictable, and despite taking damage Lucario managed to dodge to the side. Instead of grabbing onto her weapon, he clenched his bleeding fist and smacked it hard, causing it to fly off to the side. Melinia did not lose her balance as he had hoped, but as the bladed tip was no longer between his fist and her face he charged, the wind whooshing past his ears.

Melinia realized she was exposed, quickly throwing her spear to the side and spinning around. Blinded by pain and rage, Lucario failed to notice her large tail in time to avoid it, and it struck his side. However, all it did was halt his charge by a little, as he quickly took the moment into action and pummeled her lower body. Punching her underbelly and where he assumed her kidneys to be, he met great resistance from her extremely resistant scales and was unsure if he was damaging her at all.

Something like a comet fell down on his forehead as the Marowak suddenly headbutted him with her skull, the solid material even harder than the rest of her body. Before he could recover, she made an amazingly graceful backflip away from him, her tail smacking the underside of his chin with ferocious force and lifted him off his feet. He almost felt himself slip out of consciousness before he accidentally fell on a particularly sharp rock, the cut reminding him of the wound on his shoulder.

"Ugh..." Lucario grunted. He examined his shoulder but could only see a mass of blood, and the palm of his hands had opened up in several spots. A subtle humming forced him to look up, sending a furious stare against the Marowak who was now waving her open hand towards him.

"Calluses," she said with a triumphant smile, "Eventuality when handling rough material like bone... Mmm, or rough and tough badboys like y-"

"Shut up!" Lucario yelled with anger, getting back on his feet while testing the functionality of his right arm. Apart from a never-ending stinging sensation, it seemed to be working fine.

"Now, now, don't be so rude, my dear," Melinia muttered bitterly while letting her hand graze past her lower body, "You hit... Quite hard. It would be nice to take a little bre-"

Fed up with conversation and wishing to taste victory rather than blood, Lucario roared and unleashed an Aura Sphere from his left arm. Melinia's grin disappeared in an instant as she twitched, but had no hope of avoiding the sphere as it shot straight through her torso.

"OH-" she exclaimed before putting a hand against her throat, another covering her stomach as she hunched forward. Lucario felt strangely satisfied as the chatty Marowak stopped talking, instead hulking and fighting back the immense sickness that usually followed a hit from the Aura Sphere. If she needed to barf she would have to take off her helmet, which was his cue to move in and finish this with a blow to her head.

"Ulp... H-Hold..." Melinia uttered breathily and held up a hand, making Lucario stop. Wondering why he was being so courteous, he shook his head and moved towards her anyway. She trembled something ferocious and bent over, not to undo the contents of her stomach but rather pick up her weapon again. The weight of the spear made itself apparent for a second, but when she supported it with her other hand she managed to steady herself and hold it up with minor effort.

"Whew!" she exhaled loudly before jutting the pike towards Lucario who quickly backed off, "Keep your kinks to yourself! You almost forced me to engage in something very unlady-like!"

"Kink? I'm a Lucario, Aura Spheres are my thing!" Lucario responded proudly. It was difficult to tell how much damage his attack had done as the aura leaves no marks on the outside of someone's body, but he was unpleasantly surprised to find Melinia returning to her bouncy posture with absolutely no signs of having been weakened. Her body was far from lithe, but his aura sphere had previously decked huge beasts like the Arcanine or Raikou. It had even blasted Darkrai's arm into smoke.

"Little man, you call that an Aura Sphere?" Melinia stifled a laugh, "Please, clearly your purpose was to make me sick. No more of that, let's fight fairly."

"Hah!" Lucario snorted with a chiding smile, "You're the one with a goddamn weapon!"

"... True. Unfair it is, then," the Marowak sighed quietly as she started to move backwards while keeping the spear up to deter any assault. Lucario figured she was baiting him into following and falling down another hole, so he kept still. More distance between them was to his benefit after all, unless she happened to have an even better projectile.

"That's what I've been trying to say. How many more holes did you dig?" Lucario asked while cooling off, realizing that an unfortunate pitfall would bring a quick end to his freedom.

"Oh, just that one," Melinia replied bluntly, raising her voice as she went further away, "Dirt is quite unappealing, I had to leave enough time to clean myself up before our meeting."

"... One hole. A single hole to make us fall into," Lucario said, and now it was his turn to wonder if she was being serious or just immensely stupid, "No need to lie, it's not like I'll be caught off guard if the ground gives way."

"Mmhmm, I never lie," she gave a warm response, moving up a hill that was in her way.

"You stabbed us in the back literally ten minutes ago!" Lucario raised his voice to a shout so she could hear him, the Marowak backing so far away he was wondering if she was making a subtle escape.

"But did I lie? I was merely hiding my intentions!" Melinia also shouted, reaching the top of the hill and finally stopping, "Lies are needless! The hole was the preferable choice, you gullible hunk! Since you avoided it, I have to do this to you!"

Lucario watched with disinterest and she began to run down the hill. Then, his eyes shot wide open as she shoved her spear into the ground way down and the foot of the hill, and he gasped in surprise when she polevaulted herself 60 feet into the air. This expression of amazement quickly turned into one of fear, noticing she was adjusting her weapon in midair as she came down, following his movement when he tried to dodge. The thin pike was nearly invisible as it suddenly launched towards him, and he realized had come across yet another absurdly terrifying opponent.

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It was a warm day in No Man's Land, heralding the arrival of summer after a balmy winter of grey skies and no snow, aside from what the ice types would conjure up for atmosphere and entertainment. Some were still asleep, nocturnal or merely lazy, enjoying the lack of responsibility that comes with being born a Pokémon. Such was not the case for all of them however, as those from the newly established administrative social class headed for the city's bulletin plaza, wondering which tasks the day was to present them with.

"Psychic needed to adjust tools... Psychic required for social experiment..." a rugged Charizard read with a huff, a puff of flame slipping out of his mouth and to his great dismay not burning down the disappointing requests.

"What the hell is a social experiment?" a nearby Houndoom asked, standing on his rear legs to get a better view of the higher pamphlets.

"Dunno, ask a Psychic," the Charizard growled while giving a mean look to his side, a Natu picking a request off the wall and happily skipping away, "Or not, because they're always busy with something. When was the last time they needed Fire for anything?"

"I know... They should categorize these things... At least learn to put them lower..." the Houndoom muttered as he gave up and solemnly slid down the wall, "I wish Zoroark would come back already."

"Maybe the next one. I'm SO not trading two days in a row," the Charizard grumbled and stepped away, wondering how an impressive beast like himself went from the most popular Pokémon in the revolution to unwanted in times of peace.

The bulletin plaza was located in the heart of Celadon City, connected by everything from roads to vines and small ditches dug for smaller amphibians and a refreshing drink. Once a typical city square, the walls of each surrounding building had been renovated into massive billboards updated daily with work or personal requests. However, as most of them only needed specialists, those with unnecessary skills were always given the option to slack off, patrol the city or trade goods with humans.

Many humans viewed No Man's Land with aversion - A city occupied by wild beasts, disallowing humans from living there or even visiting. Those that did not would often point out how the glory days of the Celadon Department Store had returned, mercantilism flourishing like never before thanks to the unique goods produced by organized Pokémon. In return, the Pokémon had begun to discover the wonders of technology, the external requests for televisions skyrocketing parallel to the internal requests for battery rechargers. After a somewhat nasty revolt by exhausted electric types, Zoroark finally caved in and allowed them to trade for a generator, at long last supplying the Treehouse and Earthsea with constant electricity.

The Treehouse was the affectionate nickname given to the office building where normally Zoroark and his staff would sit and work, but was always open to those able to fit through the entrance who wanted to utilize its many computers of just the television in the lobby. The Earthsea was a commons area by the edge of the city, where a massive projector had been put into place for perpetual movie viewing. It was called as such due to the enormous pool of water dug right next to the screen, put in place after several complaints from a particularly stubborn Gyrados and other water-types. Tensions had been a bit high at the time, so Zoroark figured it would be easier to just let them have their way.

Zoroark's absence had caused unrest, the explanation being that he was on a "secret mission" not flying too well with the Pokémon who feared their leader had abandoned them. The Whimsicott's inapt administrative abilities had done little to alleviate the issue, and so they became dependent on asking Zoroark for orders through mail, letters that could take weeks to reach their destination all the way up in the frozen caves of Nomad's Land. After many troublesome months of worry and rumors of defecting, everything had quieted down and their hectic lives had finally descended into sweet stagnation.

Until the warm day. It was not a warning of summer as much as it was a warning of something else, the first sign being the cloud of smoke billowing up at the edge of No Man's Land's massive forest.

"Not again," a Nidoqueen said with low voice, remembering the time when some Charizard accidentally caused a forest fire half a year earlier. Responding to her voice, the other Pokémon stopped and followed her gaze, noticing the smoke as well.

"F-FIRE!" a Skiploon screamed out loud and fell back in terror, a Dodrio stretching its neck up to see better while the two other heads scanned the area.

"You! Water! Do yer thing!" the rightmost head shouted as it stared down at a Kingler. The Kingler grunted quietly as he extended his miniscule legs to little avail.

"... Can't see from down here..." he said with a deep baritone before skittering over to the Dodrio, clenching his mighty claw around its legs, "Fly!"

"Ow ow ow! No no no! I'll choke! I'll be blind!" the Dodrio screamed in pain and panic as it tried to shake off the unaware assailant.

By now most of No Man's Land had become aware of what was happening, a couple of flying types volunteering to scout the area around the smoke curtain with more than a few water types immediately setting off to save their precious forest. Pokémon cheered them on and could not bring themselves to return to their daily business despite not being able to do anything to help, so they gathered around and stared, hoped, waited for the smoke to stop.

But it never did. Their hope diminished as they helplessly saw the cloud of smoke growing larger and coming closer, an unseen fire greedily eating the trees and bushes and turning their greatest protective barrier into smoldering ash. What manner of fire could withstand water they did not know, and a sense of dread began to come down upon them as they realized that the flying scouts had not returned either.

"I know Bubblebeam," a Clefable with a concerned expression suddenly said, "I could go and-"

"Forget it!" a brash Escavalier cut him off with a stern look while pointing towards the rising ash, "If pure water types couldn't even handle... It..."

His sentence petered out as he fell silent and stared, the Goodra next to him gasping out loud as she saw what he had noticed.

"Look!" she practically shouted in relief, "They're back!"

Through the smoke, several flying Pokémon appeared. The Pokémon cheered triumphantly as the birds swooped down towards them. A very large Pidegot dove down, and the Goodra ran up to meet it. However, the overgrown avian never landed. Instead it picked her up with its talons, the Goodra crying out loud as she was carried off by her head in a very uncomfortable manner. Before anyone could react, more flying-types swooped down among the crowd and picked up Pokémon seemingly at random, carrying them screaming back into the black smoke.

The crowd that had once been so peaceful was now retaliating wildly, few caring for the safety of their friends taken hostage as they used whatever ranged moves available to them to knock the fiendish birds out of the sky. One particularly foolish Fearow attempted to pluck a mean-looking Delcatty off the ground, the well-versed cat immediately frying it with a Thunderbolt. However, it soon became clear that the flying types were quite good at picking out their targets, most of their prey unable to break free from their hold and disappearing forever behind the shroud of darkness.

When the fire at long last reached the edge of the forest, multiple balls of fire shot out and struck several of No Man's Land's fighters by accident. Screaming and begging for water, it soon became clear that their specialists in the matter had already been lured away. Those with minor abilities in water or ice had to work overtime as fire-breathing Pokémon jumped out of the smoke, mercilessly igniting everything in sight.

But the fireballs were but a prelude to the terror that came next. Pokéballs in the hundreds, as if launched by a trebuchet rained down over them. The experienced and quick were able to avoid it, either by dodging or as one young Machop managed, hiding under an unconscious Braviary and using its body for cover. The rest could merely protect their heads as the well-lit area shone red for a moment, their many varied shapes replaced by a field of fire and wobbling Pokéballs.

Humans covered in protective gear stormed in next, the Pokémon they had been tormenting so far with their expert battle plan not hesitating for a moment as they attacked. Pokémon on both sides were locked in a fierce clash, the humans quickly attempting to retrieve their Pokéballs while getting cut to pieces, burned into charcoal and murdered in many unpleasant ways as projectiles of various lethal substances and disgruntled Pokémon of dangerous ilk crossed their way.

Although caught off guard, No Man's Land was far from unprepared. No warning siren had to be sounded, their city on fire was all it took and soon the once peaceful community had mobilized into an army. The humans and their Pokémon were just about to retreat with their loot when No Man's Land's shock troops entered formation and charged, a collection of hardy Pokémon spearheaded by a Samurott, horns and fangs cutting through the wind. A crimson fountain soared as Tauros collided with Pignite, Rhydon with Ninetails and humans fell to the ground, begging for mercy as their bodies were trampled into mush. The flying types dodged the assault, but soon fell out of the sky anyway as they were picked off by a pack of Shinx and Luxio, braving the flames and climbing the trees for better vantage. A Luxray missing one ear roared triumphantly, before immediately falling silent as a Pokéball struck the back of his head. The human responsible slid by the barrage of teeth and claws, snatched up the Pokéball and hastily made his way back into the forest, his escape covered by his trusty Golem who absorbed the lightning.

The main force of the enemy had departed, some of the revolutionaries foolishly chasing them down, desperate to rescue their friends or family and getting ambushed on the way through the treacherous woods. Urgently dragging themselves across the ground, the fully amphibious water type Pokémon had finally arrived and hastily began to put out all the fires, a very angry Gyrados drenching the woods with a loud roar and putting out the fire that had started it all.

Many lay dead, even more wounded and captured. In this scene of misery and gore, the revolutionaries could not help but let their adrenaline take over and cheer in victory. No Man's Land was safe. Today, on what would come to be known as "The Warm Day", they were all legendaries.