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An explosion at the closed gates on the southern end of the Badlands alerted both the Crimson Guild and the invaders that reinforcements had finally arrived.

"Oh no! Lugia's in trouble! If it can't stand up to their firepower, what can we do?"

"Whatever you got left in the tank," Terrance shot back. "This is what real war looks like. You're lucky I had enough charges left to blow the city gate open while the city itself runs on backup power, but not even that bookworm Clemont knows how much time we've got. We gotta go in hard and fast, priority on the fast. Most of their covering fire has been taken out, there's a ton of fighting inside the plant itself. Anything with electric powers, I want you on the generator, you're going to act like live wires to keep power going. Fire types, you're on offense. Burn those green assholes to a crisp. Everyone else, you're on cover fire, defense, or maybe even soaking up bullets...whatever you do best."

Terrance was a natural field general, it seemed. Or maybe he just knew explosions enough to know what to put where. There was too much fighting inside the plant to cause a controlled demolition. But what if they tried turning the abandoned turrets on the orks inside...?

"This is the power of humans and Pokémon working together! There's no limit to what we can accomplish!" The theme of unity was their rallying cry, it seemed, and squads of Ruulans struck out across the wind-swept Badlands together.