While her face was planted in the ground, Marie still was trying to muster the strength to stand back up. The enemy before her meant to kill her. But it wasn't as if they were like Blake and just enjoyed doing it. The legend kept talking and looking as if this was just a fact of life, and that it was fact that they were going to kill Marie and her friends. It was something beyond just bravado or confidence. It was something beyond just duty and work. It merely was. Shaken to the core, Marie was having trouble finding the strength in her already weakened body, and could barely lift her head up to see the feathers falling on everyone, causing them a great deal of pain as well. Her eyes went wide with panic once more as Randy went for an attack, only to be slammed back down to the ground and the legend to stay in its spot.
Seeing his still body against the ground, more tears began to form in her eyes as she started to claw her hands against the ground. The Queen of Death then went to strike the other pikachu. Marie didn't know if they would be able to survive the attack either. She didn't know if any of them would be able to survive any of this. Her strained breathing started to pick up the pace again, as the girl was starting to feel just how powerless she was. This was, as she knew it to be, the end.
Yet in her despair an image flashed before her. In spite of her broken and bleeding form, she had never backed down. Instead, she merely stood her ground and continued to fight. Even though her life was on the line and it was very clear she could die, the woman had kept on fighting. When she was shoved back, the woman merely pushed back even harder. She never stopped. Again and again and again. Pushing back with far more might then anyone could expect from any normal person.
Marie was no legend. She was no fighter and she certainly wasn't the strongest person in Alola. Yet, if there was one thing Marie couldn't stand, it was bullies. And if there was one thing she could never lose to, it would be them. No matter how young or old. No matter how weak or strong. A bully was just a bully, and Marie would do everything she could to stop one. Pushing up against the ground, the girl barely got back up to her feet, but still she stood. With eyes barely opened she looked towards Yveltal, and began to take one deep breath. As she did, an aura of blue flared around her body and as it did, the two gems in her pocket responded. Her necklace too began to glow as she did, with one of them gems snapping and flowing into her. With her aura flaring beyond anything it had ever been before, the girl let out one loud yet strangely melodic scream at the legend.
With four small orbs of compact water forming, the girl fired all of them towards the legend.
Meanwhile on the sandy beaches of Northshore, Nine was busy moving pieces of drift wood. As Gwen called out to him, with strained laughter the Houndoom responded, "right, right. Don't worry about me and go do whatever you guys want." With a wave goodbye, Nine continued to work on the beach, moving what he could before he felt he was pouring too much time into this. With that out of the way, Nine let out a sigh of relief and looked to the Poliwrath. "Well, I think I've done my share here. Still got plenty of city to see after all, so I'll be off."
"Done your share, hmph, kids these days don't know what hard work means." He shook his head and went back to work himself.
Scratching the back of his head a bit amused by the claim, with a smile on his face he asked, "well, do you know anywhere else in the city that needs some assistance in its storm recovery?"
"Where doesn't?" He grunted.
"Got me there." With that, Nine began to move into the city proper to start searching for more clues there. He himself wasn't quite sure where to begin his search for the legend, and it wasn't as though he could just ask any old person about it. Something told him that randomly asking "excuse me sir, do you know where to find a wish granter," wouldn't go over so well with the common townsfolk. There was the Braviary who was quite helpful, but given that he was the most helpful to them so far he figured one of the other three probably would've already gravitated there. Scratching his head, the Houndoom then remembered someone else from yesterday.
A young Blitzle who had been on the shore with them after his fight with Nikora. He didn't know much about the girl, but given how she talked and acted she seemed to be at least some kind of chaser, or at least had the very intrusive into all problems attitude that most chasers seemed to carry. He figured if there was any one he was going to ask outside of a godslayer themselves, another chaser would probably be the best bet. And even if she didn't know anything well, company was always appreciated. With that in mind, Nine began to walk through Northshore attempting to locate the girl, and lend a small helping hand to anyone who seemed to be struggling in their recovery efforts along the way.
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