starkidcosmo

Dang, I was really looking forward to Brendan decking Mio... another time, I suppose

Routes of Hazzard - Final Stretch - Mio At the sound of Brendan's voice, Loam wrestled free of Mio's jacket and fell to the ground, dizzy and disoriented but still in fighting shape. Using the air currents to navigate, she stumbled to the six or seven Titans that faded in and out of view and managed to bump into the real one. Loam gave a hoarse bark in the direction of the Watchog, without giving Titan any time to respond to its question. How do I help that Meowth? Honestly, she didn't really care much about the food or the hat right now. Meena was scared and Loam had to help her. The Meowth in question heard all sorts of voices behind her; enough for her to catch on to her confused status, but try as she might she couldn't shake the feeling she was being attacked. The Murkrow swooped and dived at her head, their bodies warping in horrific ways. She knew about where her trainer was, but the circle of dripping, oozing, malformed birds kept her from doing anything other than quaking in her metaphorical boots. Mio, however, had an idea. Not a great idea, but an idea nonetheless. He shut his eyes tight against the gory, traumatic sights shoving themselves in his vision. "Brendan?!" He called. He prayed the other trainer could hear him. "Brendan, I need-- I need you to hit me, okay? Uh, this is... this shit is getting really upsetting so... I dunno! Hit me in the head somehow please!" His voice broke as he pleaded, but Mio was too busy trying not to throw up to care about how pathetic he sounded.

Routes of Hazzard- Grand Stretch- Meena It didn't take long for Meena to realize she was vastly outclassed, but it did take a damn good while for her to admit it. She pushed herself to her limit, keeping the silhouette of that stupid hat in her sights at all times until... The thing just vanished. Meena skidded to a stop, the loose dirt of the forest floor sending her sliding forwards into a circle of dark shrubbery. It felt... ominous. She wasn't an idiot; she knew a trap when she saw it, but her pride and frustration had blinded her to that fact until the very last second. But even now, there wasn't the faintest thought in her mind of turning to run. Even as eyes shone in the bushes, proving her outclassed and outnumbered, she stood firm. Even as a Watchog, wearing that terrible hat, emerged from the bushes, burning with unbridled wrath, she stood ready to fight... but that was a mistake. That awful hat, that hideous hat, began to fill her vision. It was mocking her! It danced around her, multiplying, growing wings, a beak, its feathers turning deep dark black, beady eyes turning orange... A murder of Murkrow cackled and crowed as they encircled Meena, and for the first time in years, she was afraid. Mio and Loam This had been a very bad idea. That much was clear as soon as Mio had gone a minute without catching hide nor hair of his violent companion. The path wasn't bad to skate on, but the trees seemed to reach out gnarled claws to rip at his face and he was forced to slow down or risk further injuries to himself and Loam. Meena, however, clearly had no such issues, because all he could see of her was the dirt cloud she'd kicked up chasing after the presumed Watchog. "Maybe... we should wait on the others." He said, half to himself, half to the Mudkip tucked into his jacket. Loam shook her head furiously and barked, her anxiety clear. Something was very, very wrong, and she'd be damned if Meena got hurt on while she was safe and dry in their trainer's arms. Mio's mouth tensed. If Loam was this upset... well. He put on more and more speed, flying through the path, before stopping short. They'd found Meena, and not a moment too soon. She was trembling, actually trembling in fear, staring around at something Mio and Loam couldn't see. Loam cried out, staring horrified at Meena's shaking and traumatized form, but Mio's eyes were drawn to the glowing Watchog, and he only had time to cover Loam's eyes with his hand before he started hallucinating. A bleeding Patrat hovered ghost-like in front of his eyes, while Loam's unconscious form lay broken and sparking on the ground next to his feet. Bad. Very bad. This had been such a bad idea. "It's confusion!" he shouted. "Confuse ray! Watch out!" He could only pray the others would hear; he had no idea how long it would take for the confusion to wear off and he was worse than useless until it did.

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