“ stop! ” her yelling is loud enough to hear over coronet’s extreme wind, of her and the celestica ruins being far too close to electrode’s domain, so far up the mountainside. so close to summit, to where altar hides &&. the time-rift once split the sky. fists curl at the fallen one’s sides, where crystalline tears sting at peripheral’s corners, of how one child who remains could still be so swept up in time’s incorporeal shenanigans. emmet had been so blinded, so confused as to how his brother ended up here, blaming the one who seemingly started this all.
“ i told you! ” starts bitterly, similiar to vinegar in tone perception, seemingly as though she were distancing herself from how he thought she may view ingo. no, this foul taste in her words stemmed only from emmet’s misconception, her flute still stowed away -- like hot metal missing from her hand. she wanted to call upon sneasler, to summon noble pokemon for aid, but what good would that do? this trainer seemed dead-set that ingo were nothing more than a subway man, whatever that meant.
“ i don’t know what you’re talking about! ”
his chosen pokemon is directed with a finger, something she catches before dodge rolling to the side. she refuses to battle him, to bring out her own team -- as it would be unfair to unveil her team of legendaries against a man and what remained of his team from afar. clearly not from sinnoh, or what region hisui evolved into down the line. hadn’t kamado deemed this land sinnoh after the final test? sinnoh ; a nicer ring to it than hisui, if you asked her.
akari barely has time to dwell as another move set is launched at her, which is suddenly pushed aside as a blur of white pursues her. a fist is cast overhead, something she swings her body back to avoid with a lean before reaching up to grab hold firm of wrist, yanking it down towards her abdomen to try &&. deter further fist fighting to occur so she may delicately deliberate between parties.
“ y- you said your name is emmet, right? ”
so much for pausing! his other hand suddenly lurches forward, palm grabbing half her face in its feral shunt of attention. she can feel the bite of his nails through his glove arching to anchor in against her brow, of thumb hooking under her jawline. he’s forged a solid hold over her face, shoving at her assets to relinquish his previous wrist with a firm shove of his weight throwing akari’s head back. it’s like whiplash, smashes her brain against the back of her skull as he tosses her smaller frame around like a doll.
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