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To say that facing a god was less than frightening was a lie. Deo knew this, so he began to order Xavier and Major. "Xavier, Major, Prepare for battle, we have a massive monster of a pokemon to face" Deo however was stunned and awed at the fact he was face to face with a LITERAL GOD of Sinnoh out of all places. This delay could cost him the pokemon, but it could save him some time.

As this was happening, he saw blue be a target of a deadly move. He started to rush that way, the move would be quicker, if not at pace with Deo. He hoped he could knock down Blue but this meant he could be affected by said move himself. For the sake of the team, this was a chance he would take.

The first bit of business that the Snagems had to take care of was Blue turning into another statistic associated with the team – three people jump to take care of this task with apliomb. Deo gets there at the same time Ulla’s Lucario does, and the Gym Leader sandwiched between them barely have time to react before the beam is set to impale them. Lucky for them both, Brian’s Magmortar fire burst and Ulla’s fairy gust manage to cushion and slow down the projectile long enough for the Luxray hybrid and Steel/Fighting type to be able to get Blue out of harm’s way, Pokeball still clutched unused in his hand. There’s an enormous explosion that rips through the ceiling of his gym as the Flash Cannon hits, the shockwave shattering the roof upwards where Ulla had redirected it, breaking open a massive moon roof for the evening sun to filter through as it detonates harmlessly up above them. Even still, windows in all directions shatter and there’s an uncomfortable look on the face of the normally cocky trainer as he realizes the strength of the Pokemon facing them.

“...Sure.” Blue says, reluctantly as he looks up towards where there had been a ceiling only moments before. He pauses for another half-second before he gives the three Snagems a nod, an oddly bothered look on his face as he does so. “For the record, I’ve ran into you Snagems quite a bit and I don’t think y’all could have done half of what they were saying about you. Something stinks here, and I don’t think I want to smell it later.” With that, he takes off at a run, joining the other Snagems herding the gallery and other citizens out of the line of fire.



“You DARE to talk to me like that-” Clair starts, stalking towards the Articuno hybrid with a poisonous scowl crossing her face underneath her blue hair before she’s interrupted by Marnie, midway from them being ushered out of the courtroom alongside Iono. The punk rocker grabs her toned arm, her expressionless face bordering on the closest thing it could to contempt without changing too much.

“Oi, Clair.” Marnie inhales and then spits off to the side, getting some of the dust out of her lungs in keeping with her aesthetic. “There’s a bit more at stake here than yer foolish pride. So let’s try and keep the cuntiness to a minimum and see what we can do to help the people outside, eh doll? ‘Stead of tryin’ to salvage yer wounded pride.” The Blackthorn leader squirms slightly in her grip, and despite her strength she can’t pull free, locked eyes practically burning a hole through the both of them as they stare each other down. Iono approaches both of them with the stream up going full-span and, not wanting to ruin her public image in front of the entire internet, Clair rips her hand free and says nothing. She shoots a venomous look at both Marnie and Blizzard before stalking away from the group of them, her cape trailing behind as she heads the way the Articuno hybrid had indicated before.

The two Gym Leaders both go with Monique then shortly afterwards, allowing her to get her Krasha Wake-esque shout out that causes quite a stir in the chat: ‘What does she mean?’ ‘Who was that on the stream? Was that a Snagem?’ ‘When’s the new album drop Krasha?’ all questions that would go unanswered as Iono tried to stay focused despite all of the chaos, the stream turning back to the gym that was quickly getting more and more damaged as a Flash Cannon bursts upwards out of the roof, an enormous explosion rocking the area.



Aria and Aile manage to assist with the help of Blue as he runs up, his Blastoise coming out to clear the way of any Roar of Time debris alongside the two Snagems and their Pokemon. Despite the big names in the gallery, very few of them are wanting to stick around. Countess Pump had vanished at the very first sight of trouble, and the others are all trying to make their way out as orderly as possible without trampling one another.

All of them, of course, except the camera crews for the various news stations still trying to hold their ground. Similarly to Iono, they just couldn’t help themselves and were trying to inch as closer or further away to get wider or more dynamic shots of the chaos unfolding behind them as the main group of the Snagems prepare to fight something quite outside the day-to-day of traffic and weather.



Unfortunately for Reno’s Reuniclus and Leslie, as they attempted to try and head off the Flash Cannon, they would discover it had already paradoxically fired by the time they closed in enough to do so, demonstrating the first issue the Snagems were going to have to overcome to fight this behemoth. It almost seemed like something about Dialga’s very existence warped time around itself, not unlike a black hole. For those unfamiliar with the concept of special relativity, it’s a concept that demonstrates the idea that as an object moves faster, time slows down for it relative to a stationary observer. Something about this legend’s very existence curved time across the surface of its skin, so that by the time the Reuniclus and Play Rough closed in, they had been trapped by their own relativity to never be able to close the gap fast enough. In fact as they got closer and closer to the Dialga it was like a Zeno’s arrow paradox in action - despite moving faster and faster the distance between them never seemed to close. The infinity of time dilation caused the distance they had to close to grow and grow and grow. The moments it took them to close half the distance increased, then as they reached that distance it increased again... and again... and again...

Reno, who had attempted to yee his haw onto the back of the beast, found himself hanging in midair in front of the face of the thing, his life slowing to a crawl in the face of the infinite as his relativity widened absurdly in front of the legend. The Bonemerang had a similar problem, this was going to be the first time maybe ever that the projectile was never going to return to sender just based on relativity.

The projectiles made of more existential elements than flesh and blood and bone had a bit of a better go of it, but as they passed the now nearly frozen Snagems who had went first and approached the Dialga’s body, they still got a little... weird. The Fire-type attacks, Spin and Blast Burn respectively, seemed to wobble and consider their life choices before the oxygen that was necessary for them to keep burning run out close to the immense mass that was required to warp time in the way the Temporal Pokemon did, snuffing them out of existence. The Aura Spheres fare the best, both of them hitting home as they always do, and Super-Effectively at that. But even still they still seem to be glancing shots, skipping along off the surface of the Pokemon’s armored hide. This elicits another screech of either anger or pain from the legend and everyone in the courtroom can briefly hallucinate time running backwards for a brief second, everything rewinding before the proper flow is returned and the action resuming as normal.

Speaking of, Dialga spins suddenly in a full circle. Despite its massive bulk it glides across the courtroom floor like a figureskater on ice as it brings its massive tail across the people gathered in front of it – Reno, still in midair, Leslie, Reuniclus, Blizzard’s Lucario, Demon Wing, Kalama, Rala who had mega evolved, Sub’s Hydreigon, the Turtonator, all of them find themselves on the receiving end of an enormous and Alcubierre drive-esque powered Iron Tail. On the way in it would almost trick each one’s brain even as they saw the people in front of them get clobbered - there was surely enough time to dodge - but by the time the arc made it to them it was far too late and they would get smashed too. Those weak to Steel-type attacks would be KO’d instantly, and everyone would be sent flying out to smash into the various walls and benches of the courtroom, some through walls, some down into the floor as they all ricochet away like pinballs hit by some cosmic flipper.

Cyrus laughs afterwards, harsh and seemingly forced. It was rather unlike him to show any emotion, even mirth, but his eyes seem focused and a bit crazed as he stares at them. “Is that how you show your gratefulness to me and my friend? It shouldn’t surprise me though, all of you are poison to anything you touch. Luckily, Dialga’s immune to poison – isn't that right?” The end of his sentence seems to be directed at the legend, who croons in assent, the edges of the universe tinkling like crystal chimes as it does so.



Cyrus is interrupted by Odd’s Renegade Symphony’s harsh discord, cutting straight across his musing. The legend’s soul, out on the ephemeral plane, would be unbound by the bonds of time and be accessible by the Shedinja and its channeler, reaching straight through to rip a piece of the massive Dragon’s soul free successfully, pulling it straight back into Cadenza and eliciting a second shriek from the legend.

There’s a brief pause as the piece absorbs into the Shed Pokemon, before it starts to glow bright blue and then essentially explodes in the midst of the Snagems still standing, Odd included. A second, slightly lesser Roar of Time pulled directly from the Dialga’s spirit splits the air, an azure shockwave made even harder to dodge now by the proximity to the channeler and their Pokemon. Odd would be able to feel the sheer force of the infinite travel down the pathway linking him to his Pokemon, a burning searing pain unlike anything he had ever experienced in any of the circles shooting through the connection and directly into his body as the rest of the team near him is now in the crosshairs of the echo of the Roar of Time shooting out of his Shedinja. The blast rocks the lines of the SWIPE agents closest on the edges of the perimeter they had been trying to create, sending them sprawling in a mass of riot gear.



The group with the judge has more than enough chaos to be able to get Jenny out of the courtroom, even as they watch a second Roar of Time brought on by Odd’s actions ripple out across the building. It doesn’t travel anywhere near as far as the first attack being a mere echo, not hitting them nor disrupting any of the law enforcement on this end.

The SWIPE agents down by this side seem shell-shocked by what’s happening, allowing Surge and Jenny to get through the perimeter without comment as Doc Owl, Lu, and Ulla deliver them from the arms of the Machamp over to the officers. There’s a brief pause as they take the time to consider whether or not protocol would allow the other Snagems to head out past their perimeter. The group would see a group of Joys swarm the judge and Gym Leader, immediately taking action as their Chanseys leap to work on stabilizing Jenny the First to make sure she’ll be able to get to the nearest medical facility.

“Get off their asses you idiots!” Surge shouts, glaring at the group who are considering whether or not to apprehend the three. “It’s not like they’re running anyhow.” He meets Doc Owl’s eyes, giving the old physician an uncharacteristic look of respect. “You got business back inside, right?”



Mully and Bulder are at the end of the group making a run for the exit, able bodied Devon Corporation employees who had been through a pandemic and a world war, they were no strangers to high-stress confrontations. However, there were an awful lot of SWIPE agents around.

Bulder’s eyes meet Aile’s, a dead ally but a good man. “I don’t know what you mean...” He insists verbally, but his eyes glance down meaningfully once, twice, to a suitcase that’s underneath his former chair in the gallery. “We wouldn’t have anything like that, and even if we did we wouldn’t give it to suspected terrorists...”

Mully shoots her and Lykas a wink. “Good luck y’all. You’ll excuse us if we don’t stay for the fun, we...” She pauses, and by the knowing look Bulder shoots at her midsection, there shouldn’t be anything that needs to be said by at least one of the Snagems present. “We have other obligations.”

As the employees take off and Aile rips open the suitcase, there was only one singular thing inside, strapped into the side of the material – a complex-looking black device that would be immediately recognizable to anyone who was freed in Joseph Stone’s office. The Skeleton Key for SWIPE’s collars. A note, with a single shaky line of text was also included on the back of a Devon Corporation business card. I remember. Whether that was the last gasp of an old man holding onto his sanity or a declaration, Aile now had the key to the other’s freedom in her hands.



Darts and Ogerpon round the corner, first looking up at the Dialga with some consternation, but after seeing Crystal rush past them in nearly the other direction, their eyes meet and after an unspoken bit of communication they follow her as quick as they can.

“Well now.” Cruxias purrs as the three approach, leaning idly on his cane. He’s still oddly calm despite all of the chaos erupting across the building as-is, that familiar empathetic look beneath his shock of white hair towards each of the trio in turn. “If it isn’t le marquis des masques, le diable d'antimatière, and chaton étoilé. To what do I owe the pleasure? The three of you have a very... odd sort of energy between you all. Then again, there is a sort of power in threes I suppose...” His prosecutor’s badge jingles, catching the Giratina hybrid’s eye. Darts’ ruby reds narrow in response to the symbol that he obviously recognizes. They widen in surprise a second later as he’s bodily lifted and then slammed into the ground on top of Ogerpon, the air going out of both of them in a ‘whuf’ as the surprise attack causes even the mighty Dragon hybrid pause. Both of them are bundled up and thrown bodily into Crystal’s face an instant later, two Snagem-shaped projectiles flying through the air as their invisible assailant easily manhandles both of them with the element of ambush on top of the massive strength used.

“Ah, my chien de garde has showed up. I believe that means it’s time to take my leave, unfortunately.” Cruxias, unbothered by the Solgaleo hybrid’s action taken to catch Darts and his Pokemon, if any, taps the staff on the door to the judge’s room and opens it. The same pinkish energy that affected the Snagem’s evidence earlier spreads out around the doorframe for a second before it opens. There’s a sudden woosh of air as the difference in temperature sucks the air in the gym out through the door and into the room beyond, distinctly not the judge’s chambers. It looked like an ancient temple of some kind, the walls covered in hewn Unown symbols. Lit torches dot the walls, the only light into whatever kind of passageway Cruxias had just opened a door to.

He swoops into a gentlemanly half-bow, stepping aside to let someone through the door before himself. The torches on the other side waver as Dark’s massive form pushes through into the other side. “Take care of yourself chaton étoilé. The roads you walk now may have dark shadows that you can’t see. My advice to you would be when things get darkest, you should turn to the light.” A hat, the white panama hat from earlier appears from seemingly nowhere and drops onto his head. The young man tips it as it settles over his long white mane and walks through, the door swinging shut immediately behind himself with a loud ‘click’ as it closes.

As the last of the escapees made it through the teleporter pad, Angela and Deathbringer positioned themselves in front of the doorway to that exit. No attacks were being sent their way yet, but they were preparing for the inevitable - to cover those who had escaped and those who were going to. They'd reserved themselves to that fate.

I ordered Rala to use Protect to shift the weight of that Iron Tail so it'd pass over her, but before the move was even half-formed, it struck her - far faster than she could possibly react to. She reverted back to her original state as she flew backwards, her eyes swimming in her head after she landed. She was out cold. "Hell of a first showing," I spat, recalling Rala and getting thrown to the wall by a Roar of Time before I could let another Pokemon out. As I coughed up blood - my spiritual injury from the Black Hole Incident flaring up - I hear Sub warn himself as well as a number of other people to get out because of a Pokmeon he was summoning. I wanted to stay in the fight, but Rala's unconscious form flashed before my eyes, and I knew I didn't stand any more of a chance than she did.

Chaos and Absinthe let me pass without any trouble, which was surprising for Chaos, but he probably was withholding judgement after what Sub said. I didn't care - I was probably better off making sure the girls were all safe, anyway..

Crystal would pause when she caught up to Cruxias, feeling something wrong when he was just casually leaning there, cool as a cucumber. Her attention would dart over to Darts and Ogerpon for a brief moment as they joined her, before quickly returning to the man before them. She frowned when he referred to each of them in Kalosian, not completely understanding it. “Power of threes, huh, she muttered” Any train of thought she may have started on would be cut off as Darts was suddenly picked up and slammed down onto his partner, the pair of them getting thrown at Crystal a second later. The feline woman barely had a chance to react, bringing up her arms to catch them only to get knocked over, the bottom of this small pile of bodies.

Snarling as she attempted to get herself untangled from everyone, she managed to at least get a good look at the room the human appearing man forced the judge’s door to open to. Ruins, and old ones too, if the old Unown symbols were any indication of that. She wasn’t going to make any sort of guesses about which one could potentially be, especially once she saw the wavering of the torches, like something large and unseen was walking past. That had to have been whoever just tossed Darts and Ogerpon around like a sack of potatoes... Was it that Houndoom hybrid she saw earlier?

Then Cruxias addressed her specifically. What was he getting on about? Dark shadows she couldn’t see? And when things get darkest, turn to the light… Why was he giving her advice? With a click of the door latching shut, he was gone, that staff and orb with him. “Light burn him… Darts, are you and Ogerpon okay?”


Demon Wing would attempt to dodge out of the way, but his timing was off, getting slammed and flung away. His final landing spot would be falling from one of the walls back onto the ground, unmoving for a moment as the Charizard attempted to recollect his thoughts. He his attack didn’t look like it had phased the Dialga, if it even did make contact… Everything about this felt wrong. That was his most powerful attack, and to be told to let it rip on the outset told him that Crystal wasn’t taking this thing lightly. What had they gotten into now?

The Charizard would find Crystal next to him soon after she was freed from the pile of beings Cruxias left behind, the woman kneeling down next to the fire dragon. “Demon Wing, are you okay? Light, Dialga hits hard…” The black Charizard slowly stood up again, his red eyes looking back between his trainer and Darts, eyes narrowing slightly, at least until Sub released the Galarian Moltres once more. The oppressive weight that bird radiated hit the pair of them like a ton of bricks for a monet, Crystal bringing her hand to her head for a moment as she tried to weather it out. “What kind of Moltres is that?”

“Char…” Demon Wing was fighting it as well, snarling for a moment before letting out an almost defiant roar, getting frustrated at just how in over his head he was feeling. “Chaaaaaaari!” His tail flame would begin to have some small wisps of bluish white flames mixed in, beginning to charge again.

“Demon Wing-” Crystal would be cut off by a withering glare from the Charizard, stopping her from finishing what she was about to command next, almost daring her to say something as a fiery orb once again began to form in his maw. “... If you can’t form that, Flamethrower. I don’t want to see you majorly hurt yourself by trying it twice in a row.” Crystal would hear a snort from Demon Wing as he continued to charge up, letting loose another Blast Burn. His first one didn’t hit, and black flame bird, weird deity, or his own body failing him be damned, he was going to at least try one more time.

While Demon Wing decided to risk his own well being to let loose one of the most powerful Fire type moves, Crystal would look down at her hand for a moment before glancing over to Darts. “Any other ideas?”


Seeing Bulder again unnerved Aile again slightly, but she’d shake it off mentally. At least it was someone she knew that wasn’t a Snagem alive, unlike everyone in Orre. She would easily pick up on the hints they were dropping, though, nodding. “Fair enough, understandable. Stay safe, you two.” Mully was pregnant, huh? Well, hopefully that worked out well for her. She would retrieve the suitcase and open it, quickly absorbing the key into her arm while reading the note. Simple, to the point, but it gave her some amount of hope. Joseph Stone remembered. That note would also be brought into her arm to keep it safe; granted, this was assuming they all made it back.

Aile’s first point was to use that skeleton key on the nearest collared person, that being Libelle. With how close Clare had been following her, it was a no brainer. Taking a moment to think back to Devon, Aile would let the skeleton key poke out of her hand and held it close to the baby’s neck, activating it. Once the collar fell off, she let out a small breath before focusing on Clare. “Get back with the others. I’ll be there shortly.” With that, she would take off to find Doc Owl, removing his collar once he was a decent way away from Surge. As soon as that was done, she would recall Dagobah, getting ready to command Kass when Sub shouted for certain people to get out. Aile frowned as she looked at her arm, shaking her head. “Sub, I’m going to join the others, just in case something hits the fan there!” She would quickly recall Kass as well now before following some of the others out on the Warp Pad. When she returned to Diglett Cave she looked at everyone there and made a small pushing motion. “Okay, let’s keep this area clear. And as for you two…” Aile would walk up to Serena and Yuna, popping the skeleton key out and releasing the two sisters from their collars as well. “I can’t think, is there anyone else with these collars,” Aile would ask, grabbing the icon on each collar and applying as much pressure with her left hand as she needed to crush them. They weren’t in the gym anymore, and she didn’t want their exit point exactly known to SWIPE just yet.

Doc Owl made his way out the door, Orderly with the judge in his burly arms, escorted by Freth, trying to get help for the judge as soon as possible. Help was soon found as soon as they cleared the building, as the bunch was swarmed with Chansey and various personnel as the Machamp relinquished protection over the judge so she could find her way to those that could help her. Far away from here, preferably. Freth looked back as the Doctor explained to the Chansey the Judge’s condition, that every second was going to be crucial, noting the SWIPE operatives, conflicted as to actually start a fight here with a rampaging Dialga with a known criminal organization leader calling the shots to it just back inside the gym, or make the decision to split their forces thin all the more to pick a fight with at least one hybrid that was bound to ruin their lives if pressed. Lt. Surge would make the operatives straighten up, however, once his gruff voice boomed nearly as loud as anything the Dialga screeched to get them to stand down and go elsewhere. Doc’s tired eyes, stressed from the weeks being held prisoner, being made a babysitter more than a doctor of any kind while in captivity in the headquarters in Mount Silver, stared at Surge, as did Freth. The audacity of giving that sort of respect to the two, more so to Doc if anything, the looks on their faces that practically asked ‘Now you’re on our side?’ Neither one would respond to Surge, letting that statement hang in the air for a moment until the loud crashes was heard back from inside the gym. “Freth. Orderly.” Doc Owl spoke up turning back around.

“Right behind you, Doc.” She said, moving ahead, the Machamp following close behind.

“I’m not sure how much I am going to be of a help here, you know that?” he said to Freth. “I’ve no tools or supplies and I…am supposed to assess the damage in a presumably hopeless battle?” Doc said. “I wouldn’t be able to help anyone here anymore than I can help the judge.”

“You got her out, Doc.” Freth said. “More than what many was capable of doing at the time given the circumstances. You were the free man there. We might need to do that a good few times, and hope its not for no reason.”

“We best pray for a miracle, then.” Doc said as he crosses the threshold back into the gym.

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We were going to need a miracle. At one moment, it looked like the attacks were null to middling at best. Even the attacks that seemed to cause the most damage were glancing blows, doing nothing but frustrating and agitating the likes of the Dialga. And then before I knew it, I found myself back through the jurors’ box, the now empty chairs parted like biblical seas, and through a wall. Lucario was just short of the jurors’ box, grimacing from the sudden hit that felt as if it came out of nowhere, but once he managed to push himself back up to his feet, he started to realize where he was, and where his trainer was. “RAA!” The Lucario rushed through the juror box and into the hole where I laid sprawled out on the floor. “RAA! RAAA!” Lucario started to pat at my face, trying to get some sort of reaction.

A hard cough escaped me. “Aaaaugh…” I managed to barely open my eyes, everything throbbed, the energy literally punched…smashed…taken from me? Something of that sort. I couldn’t get up. I didn’t even see it coming. That last second, my eyes said one thing, my senses said another, body couldn’t react fast enough to any of it; I couldn’t even tell what actually sent me flying across the ruined gym-made-courtroom. I barely could actually make out Lucario who was standing over me, most I could tell at this second was some sort of blur screaming at me to get up. “…I…wasn’t even…holding back…” I sputtered out in the daze; not even sure as to what I even said.

Doc, Freth, and Orderly found themselves back into the gym and started to try to figure out where to go without getting themselves killed in the process. The gym looked honestly worse than it did just only a minute ago. Black fires started to get let loose from Sub’s Legendary Pokémon which made Freth grab Doc and pull him back, pulling Orderly shortly after to make sure they weren’t caught up in that havoc. “Well, this has gotten insanely more difficult!” Freth said.

“This entire building is bound to collapse on top of everyone at the kind of damage its taken. We need to find who isn’t capable of getting out and getting them out.” Doc said.

He had been trying to use an Ally Switch to get Leslie close to the Dialga for an attack. Unfortunately for Aleister, only part of that had been successful and it had dragged Leslie through the world to where he was and had left the Reuniclus....right where he had started. He knew something was wrong but it wasn't confirmed until he watched as Leslie's hammer began to drag through the air as it drew near for impact to stop....an attack that had already fired. Oh this boded poorly for their future prospects.

Reno would be in a similar situation, although instead of watching his weapon suddenly start dragging through the air, it would be himself experiencing it. It wasn't an unfamiliar sensation, although this time he got to see reality suddenly expand outwards while he was actively moving. Bearing witness as the gym expanded itself like the room in Ein's tower had. It made for an easier adjustment to the fact that reality was having a hiccup but Reno was still thrown by the sudden yet inevitable change in reality that seemed to exist around Dialga.

All three of them would be stuck in midair as the bizarre entity decided that friction was a suggestion and spun to swing an Iron Tail towards all three of them. Snapping back to normal time and space constraints, Reno would send a tendril snapping through the air to drag himself out of the way of the Iron Tail. And as he watched the attack drawing near, an odd sensation would enter his mind. And then, as the Iron Tail continued on its arc, exit his mind as it sent him shooting across the gym and slamming into one of the walls. With the inkling of the attack coming ahead of the actual motion somehow from the Flash Cannon oddity and Reno's impact to work off of, the Reuniclus would manage to muster at least one blocking arm before he was sent flying across the room alongside Reno. Leslie's only advantage is that she was slightly lower due to her hammer having been doing the reaching into the space where Dialga was and thus taking the first portion of the Iron Tail hit. It didn't fully curtail the actual impact but it did at least let Leslie control the momentum some to avoid completely going off the rails and slamming into the walls alongside everyone else.

As the second Roar of Time went off and Sub made his call for the less resilient team members to get clear, Reno would finally manage to peel himself free and have to deal with the internal debate. While he could stick it out and try to throw down with a Legendary Pokemon, his first efforts had already proven that his arsenal was basically useless at this moment. And while he could probably manage it out himself, his Pokemon might not fare so well in the wake of Sub's Galarian Moltres arriving. And the others would need some form of guidance out from wherever the warp panel put them. Sending himself flying through the air using his slime armor, Reno would quickly land beside Odd before picking up the Ghost Channeler and his Shedinja. Giving a quick motion towards the warp panel, Reno would send himself careening through the air again to land beside the device and his Reuniclus. "Everyone leaving, this way!" Reno called out, stepping onto the platform with his collected unconscious Snagems to escape what he knew was coming.

Leslie would already be debating what she should do in the face of her hammer's normal use being rendered obsolete when a few choice words crossed her ears. "Under five foot!? Dare you to say that to my face, mighty Maushold! I'll give you a free dental checkup!" She bellowed, her spirit steeled into staying and attempting to fight back against the titanic Time Pokemon. Aiming her hammerhead towards her chosen target, Leslie would once again pull the lever to force the mouths closed and begin pumping a steely-white energy into the cudgel. "Lets see you dodge this one! Eye-Searing Flash Cannon! Blind and burn this so-called legendary Pokemon!" Leslie bellowed, her hammer already beginning to glow brightly as it did its best to contain the mass of pure Steel energy within itself. And as Leslie flipped the lever and forced the one mouth to snap open and unleash the beam of Flash Cannon that she had been preparing, she would watch the beam fire out towards the Dialga's face. And even if it didn't reach its target precisely, it was a beam of bright light directly towards the only eyeballs it had. Even if time got weird around it, it still needed to take in things like light in some fashion close to how reality worked to function within this frame of reference and that meant bright and close would be blinding and distracting.

From near the entrance, Aria would watch as the last of the audience they could convince to actually leave the gym filtered out. And as the thought of splitting herself crossed her mind, she would watch as half of the Snagems attempting to face down the new intruder were slapped out of the air by an attack hose entire existence could only be seen by the afterimage of its actual motion. And the entire media crew that had been in the space was still here, still trying to get angles on this entire thing even as Sub shouted out to evacuate and this thing that had fired off attacks that hit before you could see them actually wind up.

If the media wasn't going to listen about leaving, then she was going to try and keep them safe for what they were doing.

"Carbuncle, Light Screen! Lets make sure any cross fire that comes our way doesn't hurt these fine, very ignorant to safety instructions people!" Aria called out, watching as the wall of defensive energy formed just as the Galarian Moltres emerged and began to bear down on them. And as much as it was beginning to sap at her own fortitude and make her knees buckle, the desire to actively help these people even as they didn't listen was keeping her upright and focused on the Dialga in front of her.

Deo was in peril, he could not use the warp pad. His sluggish feelings got him to sit down and only hope it would wear off as he was emotionally done. He breathing started slowing and he went into a meditative stance. To calm down, he slowed himself to be able to calm down. He went down slow and stayed slow. He had to calm himself, he was trapped and now was not the time to panic. He saw what was happening with Monique and he had to think fast. Fast action? Not here. It was only now he was helpless, but he first had to wait out the trick room. Hoping it would do.