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The three remaining individuals in the room whirled around to where the Reginald was standing. Gnash launched to his feet. Cutley made a solid "Eep!" sound before flying out of the room.

"Cutley, you TWERP!" the Krookodile roared in rage as the Discharge began running through the room. The Starmie floated behind the Commander, letting him take the full brunt of the attack, which would do literally nothing to him. When the Hydro Pump was sent in his direct, the reverse happened, Starmie floating above and in front of the Krookodile to take the brunt of that attack. It would do very little, despite the torrential power of the attack.

"Well hello there," Gnash snarled at Margriet. From his intel, he knew that she could understand him in his tongue, "I'm glad you could join us, actually. You have something I want."

He bared his teeth against his opponents: a classic Fire, Water, Electric trio. The Poliwrath would be a tough opponent to face for sure, given how much it actually had an edge on him. Delphox wasn't too impactful, but he had his Starmie here who could take care of her. However, his eyes were resting on the Raikou with hungry delight, teeth gleaming in Margriet's face.

"Saphira, bring that Delphox to it's knees," Gnash commanded, pointing at the Fox Pokemon.

"Of course, sir, but first..." The Starmie spun in place, the gemstone in it's center beginning to sparkle. In another instant, the purple, shadowy beam of Confuse Ray launched forward and struck the Raikou square on the forehead, rendering the Thunder Pokemon confused.

"A little precaution for my safety," he concluded as he turned to face the Delphox.

Meanwhile, the Krookodile let loose a mighty roar, one that shook the foundation around them. Barring a couple rocks falling down in a few random places, it wouldn't do anything in physical damage.

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The Rattata were easily steamrolled by the Rock Slide, rendered still by the mighty gap of experience between the Excadrill and his opponents.

But as Titana and Touko caught up, so did a particular Raticate, who had lagged behind the two scouts and stumbled upon the scene where his fallen brothers lie. Turning to the two perpetrators, he smashed his fists together as he approached, ready to do some actual damage.