Snippet #2715148

"GAH!" Crimson stumbled backwards, but stayed on his feet as the flash enveloped his surroundings and his vision went white. The ringing in his ears was undeniable and Crimson couldn't help but feel the wave of apprehension rocking through him in one fluid motion. Of course, in another, there was the realization of what this was comparable to.

It may be brighter, but it was definitely a form of Confusion he was dealing with here.

And with that realization came the understanding of what he was to do in this situation. He exhaled smoothly, shutting his eyes even though it did nothing to clear his vision immediately. But it narrowed his concentration. He focused less on seeing things and more on trying to hear over the ringing in his ears. He tried to feel the very air around him. He held his bat diagonally in front of him, his stance stable and secure. And he looked down to the ground as an idea began to form in the back of his mind.

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"Peggy! Edal!" Sarik called from the ground as he waved to get their attention. "They're flying in from above!"

The two Sunrise Brigade leaders glanced to the sky as they saw small black dots growing bigger and bigger. These crude-looking ships were getting closer and closer to their current position, carrying an untold number of Orks inside. They couldn't be allowed to touch the surface.

"We got this!" Peggy said reassuringly to the Honchkrow before taking the lead in the sky, "SUNRISE BRIGADE! Perform the Hurricane Maneuver!"

The Sunrise Brigade regrouped in such a way, it humored the idea that they never split off when the siege on the Power Plant was made. Wings spread, the many members of the Flying-Type specialty group hovered in a large circle above the desert, high enough so that they would disrupt anything on the ground. Then, they began to unleash their Hurricanes, pushing the attack to the center of the circle they created. Before any of them knew it, they'd all conjured a massive gust of wind criss-crossing in the air around them, so potent and deadly that it could be seen compiling in the air. What was masterful was how contained this ball of wind truly was. A single Pokemon knowing Hurricane has the potential to deal some hefty damage at the price of potentially missing it's opponent. But when twenty or so Flying-Types were directing their cumulative Hurricanes towards one general direction...

It was accurate AND dangerous.

Together, the Sunrise Brigade lifted the ball of air and blasted it towards the sky like a widespread Hyper Beam. The gust of winds that would be launched towards the recon ships were torrential and virtually unavoidable, like a solid wall of wind-based mass hurtling towards them. When it struck the ships, a whipping wind would cut through some of the more crudely designed ships, tearing them apart like paper. For the better designed ships, the damage wouldn't be so massive. But what made this attack worthwhile was the stopping power the wind provided. Even at terminal velocity, there was so much wind being blown at them that it would throw off trajectories and cause many malfunctions in the landing procedures of these ships. Those that weren't destroyed were definitely in danger of a crash landing, likely with explosions and fireballs pluming afterwards. And as for the Orks inside...

Those that were cut open from the weak pods were most likely to die from the fiery inferno of them entering the atmosphere. Those that were in the ships of the tougher pods were most likely to die on impact from the blazing explosions that would transpire from such a crudely built machine, as was the standard for Orks. Maybe one or two ships would get lucky enough to breach through the Hurricane Maneuver and land on the planet safely, but they wouldn't have enough reinforcements to provide any kind of support for their falling comrades. And when the bastion of destruction would come raining down, Sarik, Peggy, Edal, and the rest of the Sunrise Brigade would be thankful for one thing...

Thank Arceus they were doing this in a desert!