Three Heads Are Better Than One [Closed; Xavier, Ryn]
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Mother fucker that hurt. The whip had ripped open the back of his jacket, and torn the spine of his shirt to bits - but all that was left on his skin was a nasty scratch. Xavier grit his teeth, but hauled himself onto all fours and inelegantly climbed a neck as quick as he could.
Perched precariously at the base of the main skull, gripping red tendrils with all his might, he saw Blair rocketing over. ”Blair!” he called, “Get that head!” The Orrean cried, pointing to the head to his left. Xavier had plans for the right head - all he had to do was play keep-away long enough for the others to get sorted out.
… He just hoped he didn’t die before that. The scratch on his back was alight with pain, unlike any ordinary injury he’d ever had. His hands were white-knuckled in pain and fear, but he eyed the free head from behind the Dragon’s other neck, taunting him. Go on, use your fire breath again. See how much it helps, his eyes goaded, creased by his angry brows.
Lumos, entirely out of sight and out of mind, had finally pawed the ball to a stop. Full of glee and unaware that her trainer put himself directly in the line of fire, she tried to pick up the ball in her mouth - fumbling it, but eventually balancing it within her milky-white fangs.
Hearing Xavier’s order, Blair immediately dived to try and avoid Juntos’ pulse attack. It still managed to hit, but she adamantly pushed through the pain, quickly swooping skywards to deliver a harsh uppercut to one of the Hydreigon’s heads. Sensing that things in this battle weren’t exactly being played fairly, the Gliscor had no guilt in immediately changing her course, acrobatically diving and aiming to strike the dragon square in the back.
To anyone looking closely, they would have noticed the Gliscor’s grin growing even wider than usual. The uppity dragon-type might not have been quite on her ‘level’, so to speak, but the possibility of a real, actually challenging battle (the first of which since arriving in Unova) left Blair feeling unusually energized.
Ryn, meanwhile, would have preferred much less adrenaline in his life.
Once Mada had shot up, Ryn had done very much the same, taking a cautious step back in case the drowsy ghost perceived him as a threat. Much to his surprise, though, the animate sarcophagus simply opened to reveal an apparently bandage-covered Clovis. Which.. Ryn had to admit, he wasn’t sure if this was something he’d ever seen Arma do. Probably for the best, if it was something that only happened in similarly dangerous situations…
Ryn was torn from his thoughts once the bandages began to withdraw, and he quickly stepped forward to gently catch Clovis’s limp form before he could hit the ground. “H-hey, careful..” he weakly managed, protectively wrapping an arm around Clovis’ waist as he eased the unconscious steel trainer to the ground.
Alright, that was one boy (supposedly) safe.. Now for the second.. Ryn looked back to the skirmish, eyes going wide when he saw exactly where Xavier now was. “X-Xave..!” He blurted. What in the hell was he even..??
Juntos roared in frustration, spewing a jet of water from her main head as the damn human climbed onto her. Her aim was off, interfered by the human, and so she hit nothing. She whipped her tail at the human again, in an act of - she hated to admit it - desperation.
Suddenly, her leftmost head was under assault by that damn Gliscor. She began to charge up another draconic pulse of energy, practically forced to spit it out when the same Gliscor hit her in the back. It wasn't particularly strong, but was ejected very forcefully and roughly. Unlike the last one, it wasn't anywhere near dissipating as it neared Ryn's and the still-unconscious Clovis' location.
Mada, recognizing the danger, reached out a few ghostly arms to protect the boys, though he knew that if he was hit, he may not wake up this time.
At the very last moment, a flash of red appeared between the boys and the attack, a familiar shiny Sylveon appearing just in time to block it with ease. A single touch from her delicate feelers turned the energy to naught but a gust of wind.
Juntos stiffened, seeing the fairy type. They'd never trusted each other - perhaps for good reason.