“Wait.” Nora why do we have to go through this every single time. There are people inside this fortress and highly trained Pokémon to boot—not to mention that the orb thieves are a cut above the grunts they’ve beaten up so far.
“We need a more delicate approach,” Ren informs her, gazing below them, at the waves breaking against the rocks below. It’s gonna be a wet climb down, great. But then again, it is Team Aqua they’re dealing with here.
The Lati themselves will have to stand guard outside, though their telepathy only seems to reach them from a certain range. Beyond that—like deep in the bellows of this carved-out mound of dirt in the sea—they’re on their own.
Which is fine. In a way, Pokémon trainers here are like the Hunters of Remnant—powerful individuals who make their own allegiances and act as a de facto police force in a world rife with fantastic creatures that may or may not be out to get them. Hell, the fact that the Pokémon can still be reasoned with already makes them a cut above the run-of-the-mill Grimm.
Yes, right. They’ll be climbing down—and he tells Nora as much as he draws StormFlower from its sheath, Magnolia climbing onto his back and, with a quick somersault, twists his body around in the air and lands parallel to the rock face, stabbing his guns into the dirt and skidding down, carving ridges as gravity pulls them both a ways down.
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“We need a more delicate approach,” Ren informs her, gazing below them, at the waves breaking against the rocks below. It’s gonna be a wet climb down, great. But then again, it is Team Aqua they’re dealing with here.
The Lati themselves will have to stand guard outside, though their telepathy only seems to reach them from a certain range. Beyond that—like deep in the bellows of this carved-out mound of dirt in the sea—they’re on their own.
Which is fine. In a way, Pokémon trainers here are like the Hunters of Remnant—powerful individuals who make their own allegiances and act as a de facto police force in a world rife with fantastic creatures that may or may not be out to get them. Hell, the fact that the Pokémon can still be reasoned with already makes them a cut above the run-of-the-mill Grimm.
Yes, right. They’ll be climbing down—and he tells Nora as much as he draws StormFlower from its sheath, Magnolia climbing onto his back and, with a quick somersault, twists his body around in the air and lands parallel to the rock face, stabbing his guns into the dirt and skidding down, carving ridges as gravity pulls them both a ways down.