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Grawbacca took Endo's place as the person to take the lead. Halfsies shrugged; it didn't matter what order they went in, he privately thought. Both Endo and Graw were giants compared to himself, which meant more blaster burns for them and a lot less for him. "I had a dream during my nap. It involved a commercial for Bosskman and Bossk's Men. I blame you." It took Half a second to realize that Endo was joking with him. The former Clone Trooper chuckled, glad to see that at least someone had a sense of humor on this ship. "Now that sounds mighty sexy, Endo. Next time, invite me." He gave his new friend a wink and a pat on the back. A tinge of longing hit his chest. There were days where he missed the camaraderie of the Clone Army. He missed shooting the shit with his brothers and eating in the mess together. He shook the memory from his head. They belonged to a different man, to a different clone. The interior of Tartarus II was revealed behind the film that separated the two ships. The image of fried clankers flashed by the opening. Halfsies could just barely see the image of their quarry run by, Grawbacca's massive frame obscuring most of the scene. "How did you know they would cross there?" "I just did." Call it intuition, a sixth sense, experience, whatever. Halfsies had worked with Jedi before, seen them use the Force. He wondered if there was more to this target than Bossk had let on. Or, maybe he was just looking for things that weren't there. Either way, it was time to breach and time was of the essence. "On second thought, fellas," Halfsies covered the few feet that separated the space between himself and Grawbacca in two quick steps, diving between the tree trunks he called legs. Readying his blaster arm as he went head first into Tartarus II, Half fired a half dozen rounds at the battle droids that had prepared to fire on them. He crashed into another, using his momentum to bring the clanker to the ground. He wasted no time getting his footing, planting his metal leg squarely on the droid's thin neck and snapping it. His first barrage of blasts had destroyed two other droids that had begun to take aim at Graw. The element of surprise would be wearing thin. "Come on, boys, cover me!" Once Graw and Endo had entered the ship he was prepared to turn tail from this fight and chase after the Zabrakian.

Team Paragon  "Maybe after another lifetime you could have beaten me." Randy was already moving towards the trio, just as Ryu was planning to fire off a Fire Blast. Grrrrr...this is going to hurt like hell… he thought, quickly using Acrobatics to move a bit faster, before finally getting in position where he was between Denku and Kazo and a menacing Ryu. He grabbed the Gabite and Pupitar with his back facing the Salamence and it collided with the Fire Blast, which propelled him forward. “...n-ngh...damn...that...” Randy groaned, rolling over and letting go of Denku and Kazo. “...even as a Fire Type...t-that still hurts at point blank...” "A-are you okay?" Kazo asked, looking up to the Incineroar. “H-Heh...nothing I haven’t...dealt with before...” Randy sat up slowly, giving a thumbs up. “...dealt with a Tyranitar and a Lucario Godslayer...hell, even dealt with a serial psycho Zoroark...fought against Yveltal and Heatran...h-heh...this isn’t anything.” "That's quite a track record," Denku said as he cracked his neck. "Makes me thankful to have ya. Although, I'm no slouch when it comes to battling Legends and Godslayers," Kazo stayed quiet, thinking about what he had accomplished with Ari and Mac. "Yeah, I've fought my own fair share too. This guy will fall like the rest of them," Kazo added. Randy slowly got up, seeing the Salamence starting to make his way towards them. “Well...if you guys got a bit more in ya...I got something else to try. Heh, somehow I think it’s going to be a surefire method...seeing as most of you gijinka don’t seem to have any clue about the power we have on Alola...” he stood up, flashing the Z-Crystal around his neck. “Gonna need to do it at the right time though. Think you guys got more in the tank for a bit more?” "I think I got like… one more good attack in me…," Kazo admitted as he looked to his hurt arm. "I'll keep pushing until he falls," Denku simply stated. Randy gave them both a thumbs up. “Good… Denku, you and me...gonna try that little combo one more time.” he said, rolling his shoulder some. “This time...I got a damn good feeling that it’ll do something.” "Alright… let's do this then!" Denku called out as he cracked his knuckles. “...die...die...die...die...” Ryu muttered. The Salamence seemed incredibly out of it at this point, just being completely incoherent at this moment. But it was obvious that he had one thing in mind: “...pieces of trash...I’ll rip each one of you to shreds...” BGM Alright...just a bit closer… Randy thought, watching the Salamence getting closer and closer towards them. He watched the Godslayer finally get within the right distance...and he activated his Z-Crystal. “It’s time!” he shouted, as now underneath Ryu’s feet a bit of a risen floor appeared...and this time, it seemed to take the form of a lot more of a wrestling ring. It might’ve been the locale this time that influenced the outcome, but Randy didn’t know the answer. “Alright Denku...it’s go time!” “W-What...WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!” Ryu shouted, unsure of what was taking place. “...a..wrestling ring?!” The Incineroar psyched himself up a bit, before running into the energy ring and roared before holding up his right hand. “You’re damn right it is, bruddah! Welcome to MY domain!! This hand of mine is pulsing dark!!!” Denku and Kazo were a bit shocked. The man had just made a wrestling ring out of thin air! “That… is so cool!” Kazo geeked out, sparkles in his eyes. Denku chuckled and ran after Randy. It seemed the energy of the ring was infecting both brothers, who despite their exhaustion and injuries, were grinning like madmen. “Its dark grip is telling us to defeat you!” Denku added loudly, holding up his right hand as he leapt over the ropes, hand glowing with dark energy. Randy smirked, his right hand soon became engulfed with dark energy, nodding over at Denku. “And...at this very moment, I finally have a name for this combo.” he said, before rushing towards Ryu. “Then let it roar out from your very soul!” Denku called out as he rushed towards the Salamence as well. “HERE WE GO!!!” Randy roared out, closing the gap between him and Ryu, not giving the Godslayer any room to breathe...let alone fly and escape. “DOUBLE DARKNESS PARAGON...STRIKE!!!” he roared out, delivering a Darkest Lariat straight into the Salamence’s stomach. Denku meanwhile had ran behind the two, jumping on top of the ropes, and with one huge leap, dived at Ryu, calling out the combo attack as he smashed his fist into Ryu’s back. To the Incineroar, this whole moment here sounded awesome. The combination move with it’s new name...how Denku utilized the wrestling ring’s ropes the way he did...everything was perfect! It was like he was back on Alola… He gave off a devious smirk, his gold eyes flashing with determination and excitement at this point. “Heh...now lemme show you guys how we do things on Alola!” Randy smirked, before lifting the Salamence up and slung him towards the ropes, watching him bounce against them and now slinging him back towards his outstretched arm, which clotheslined the Godslayer, causing him to now get slammed on the ground. “Hey, c’mon! I know you’ve still got some fight left in you!!” Ryu no longer spoke, but he snarled with great anger as he started to get back up. However, this was the moment he saw Randy immediately giving Denku a high-five… tagging the Pupitar. Denku grinned as he cracked his knuckles, making a move towards Ryu. However, before he moved too closely, he heard a loud whistle. Looking behind him, Denku saw Kazo tossing a piece of the pillar’s rubble at him, which the older brother caught easily. “OHHHHHHH! The audience just brought in...OH MY ARCEUS IS THAT A CHAIR?!” Randy shouted, attempting to be an announcer, whilst leaning over on ropes. “THAT is going to hurt...someone may want to call the medical team for this!” Kazo zipped over, standing by Randy and leaning over the ropes with him. “Well, that all depends on how he uses---.” Kazo started, attempting to play along, but the Pupitar then rushed at Ryu, leaping into the air and smashing the rock over his head, causing the rock to break. “BAH ARCEUS, HE BROKE THE CHAIR IN HALF!” “Oh damn...I hope they got the deposit Poké on that chair, it was a rental!” Randy winced at seeing the rubble break in the manner they did. “Still, seems like the rookie over here has quite the potential! Oh wait...he’s getting on the top rope?!” Denku had indeed climbed over the ropes and took another leap off, aiming to land a Dark Pulse charged elbow drop on the villainous Dragon, but Ryu managed to recover from the ‘chair’ hit and grabbed Denku out of the air, tossing him towards the other two. The elder brother hit the ropes and hit the ground, groaning a bit at his botched attack. He reached up, expecting Randy to tag in, but instead, Kazo slapped his hand, leaping over the ropes and rushing in. Ryu saw Kazo approach, his pupils shrinking as he let out a growl. With a mighty roar, the purple cloud formed above him once more, raining Draco Meteors down into the small ring. There was no way that brat could dodge all of this! BGM Kazo took in a deep breath as he looked up, seeing the purple rocks come crashing down towards him. With no time to lose, he began to move. Strafing left and right, he avoided the places the meteors would land. The first few were easy to dodge, but as the attack continued, more and more rocks filled the area, making it harder to dodge, until he barely had half a second to dodge each attack. Finally though, as Kazo jumped into the air to avoid a meteor, one exploded next to him, sending him higher into the air. Ryu, seeing this moment of weakness, grinned and launched himself after Kazo, his wings glowing brightly as he went for a Wing Attack. Kazo gritted his teeth, but as he fell back to the ground, he positioned himself into a flying kick. The two collided, and by some miracle, Kazo’s kick prevailed, sending the two into the ground. “Heh...guess it’s time for this to end.” Randy smirked, exhaling as he felt the Z-Energy begin to swell within him and around him. “Denku! Kazo! Launch that sucker! I’m ending it!” he said, now standing on the top ropes. Kazo nodded, picking up Ryu and tossing him into the air, as Denku slid underneath the enemy and fired a blast of his air into the ground, launching him and causing him to crash into Ryu, sending Ryu higher into the air. “NOW we’re talking!!” Randy laughed, before launching himself into the air doing a flip or two, now being above the unsuspecting Salamence. “SIGNATURE MOVE!! MALICIOUS...MOONSAULT!!!” With that, he began to crash down towards Ryu, becoming engulfed in Z-Energy that took the form of dark energy. Finally he hit his target and both came crashing down towards the wrestling ring. “MIGHT WANT TO MOVE YOU TWO!!” The two quickly scrambled away, giving Randy a clear landing spot to bodyslam the poor soul into the mat. To the Godslayer’s credit, despite all of this, he was still conscious, and attempting to break out. “I… I won’t let you… I won’t let you all BEAT ME!!!” Ryu roared. “Tough luck pal!! Not many gijinka walk away from this!!” Randy laughed, the two finally slamming into the mat with quite the explosion. Once the dust and smoke settled, the wrestling ring began to fade, but nevertheless, Randy was currently pinning the Salamence to the ground. “That’s it...” Denku rushed over, sliding next to Randy as he got on his hands and knees. “ONE!” He called out, slapping his hand on the fading ring. Ryu roared, fighting against Randy, but the dumb cat had him in such a way he could barely move. “TWO!!” A sound boom resounded through the stadium as Denku’s hand met the mat once again. He raised his hand above his head, gritting his teeth as his hand rushed back down for the final time. “No, no, NO!” Ryu called out. “I WON’T LET IT END THIS---,” Before his sentence could be finish, Kazo ran over, landing an Iron Head on Ryu’s forehead just as Denku’s hand met the mat. “THREE!!!!” with one final slap on the mat, the Godslayer had finally passed out, and the fight had finally ended. Randy then got up, pointing up to the sky with a loud roar. "AND THAT'S IT!! Ladies and gentlemen, the victors are TEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAM PARAGON!!!!!" he said, triumphantly, before falling over on his back with a huge, stupid smile. "J-Jeez...almost every fight in this region has topped my last...hands down...until the next one comes, THIS has been my best and favorite fight..."

I'm probably the opposite of a burger purist? Tomatoes, lettuce, onions, cheese, whatever condiment, it all goes on. I understand the people that find that way of thinking unnatural and blots out the taste of the patty itself, but I really don't care. I don't get a burger because I want to taste something, I want a burger so I can mash a giant sandwich in my mouth. I never had any "weird" things, but I have heard of a Luther burger, and if you have not, well, it's real simple. Imagine a normal burger. Now replace the bun with doughnuts. That's it, really. If I ever do try one, I'll let you know.

I don't want to go to jail Technically he's older than me! 8/10 cute space boy

I knew there would be a lot of jokes him normally like 1/10, but when he gets more serious....still just like 5/10 god damn furries I always thought he'd be kinda a crappy husband, 3/10 and I know why you did that image you cad

Citron couldn’t help but let out at least a quiet sigh of relief as she arrived at the scene, and found the townsfolk working together to repair the stall. While it didn’t fix the situation at large, it at least helped lessen the load on her conscience to know the woman’s stall would recover… A load that would nigh immediately be added back, and then some, as the townsfolk began to notice her. First was the woman’s who stall was broken, crying that ‘she was back’. Citron winced as the larger man spoke, only for her recoiled wince to lessen as she realized he was… Defending her? Or at least bringing to light the fact that Citron had tried to help. “S, Sorr-” Citron’s stammering voice was interrupted as a wolf-cub, the same one that Lincoln had been taking care of back at the Mayor’s house, came onto the scene… and began attacking one of the women? Citron was practically blind-sided by this, as the tense edge was almost completely taken away from her; the suffocating aura of the villagers staring at her, at least one of them with contempt, was gone. Once again, she couldn’t help but find herself releasing another sigh as the events unfolded fairly quickly, taking the moments that ensued to psyche herself up. “Thank you, Mister Lincoln,” Citron gave a quick bow as the guardsman snatched the wolf-cub up off the ground. “And,” Citron started off, pausing as she rose from her bow, and began to once again approach the villagers. “I wanted to once again, apologize deeply for the damages my Wyvern and I caused. While it doesn’t excuse her actions, it is worth noting that she’s still… Getting used, to landing in different towns. I realize now that I wasn’t as specific as I needed to be in the landing procedures, and that using scent to mark the stalls was, by nature, folly, but-” Citron shook her head, waving her hands a bit. “I’m… Getting off topic, I’m sorry,” she swallowed nervously. “I was wondering if you’d be willing to forgive me, and allow me to pay you back for the stall in some way or manner, even if by labor. I’ve not got any actual money on me, but I donated some of my stock to you to replace some of what was lost, and I… Was planning on continuing my travels, and I would be more than willing to send you a percentage of my profits, or foreign wares I come across or… Something valuable back here,” she paused again. “However, if you have any other ways you can think of, or would want me to pay you back, I would be more than willing to listen and comply.” She finished; channeling just a bit of her father’s merchant-speak to try and smooth things over; at least, she hoped.

Marie's breath was ragged as she stood, looking towards her foe. The Lucario didn't seem any worse for wear and it was very apparent they weren't going to win. As the man seemed to lazily go to attack her, only to be interrupted, this was only more so reinforced. Still, she wasn't ready to give up. And she still had one more trump card to use. Even if it wouldn't be strong enough to defeat him, she knew what she had to do. In every fight it was everyone else standing in front of her and protecting her that let her fight as freely as she was able to, even if it wasn't very freely to begin with. They had always been there in the face of the enemy and Marie simply had to stand behind them and be protected. But not this time. This time she would give her all. She would give every ounce of her strength to help whoever fought him next to have a fighting chance against him. Because even if they were to lose against the Godslayer, she knew - knew - that the others wouldn't. Taking a deep breath, the girls aura started to ebb and flow through her body. Slowly but surely it started to pulse, contracting only to flare back up. Each time it did, flare grew bigger and bigger. Until finally the girl let out a soft sing song note, holding it as water started to form around her. With the water starting to rise and form into a massive orb above her, the Lucario turned to face her. While the man seemed ready to just hit Marie again, he noticed that the Zebstrika behind him was beginning to get back up. Igniting his arms, Jabari charged from his prone position, getting up and running towards the Lucario. The Lucario, in turn, patiently waited for the man as he brought up his arms to counter. As he did however, Mac had let loose another electrical blast at the Lucario. However, he had no need to dodge it as it would never reach him. Instead, intentionally or not, Jabari had been in the path of the attack and as the electricity had hit him it seemed to do nothing to slow down the man. In fact, as the electricity absorbed into his body, he suddenly surged forward at a speed the Lucario hadn't been expecting. Being unable to counterattack as the man was closing the distance too rapidly, he instead opted to sharpen his senses and dodge out of the way of the punch. As Jabari had swung at nothing but air, he was left open for the Lucario's retaliation and took a force palm to the gut. However, Jabari did not move. Standing firm and steady, a bright orange aura glowing around him Jabari seemed ready to strike back yet again. Charging his arms with electricity the Zebstrika had instantly begun his flurry of blows towards the Lucario. The godslayer could not counter as he always had as well, being slowed down and Jabari now moving faster then ever. So he instead, continued to avoid each punch awaiting an opening. Once he had seen it, though, the Lucario had planted his feet firmly letting out a palm thrust the Godslayer struck Jabari in the gut and forced him away. "Hahhhhh!" As the Brionne yelled in exertion, an enormous globe of water was flung from above her towards the Lucario. Those had been looking would've been able to see the giant orb of water slowly forming during the Lucario and Jabari's exchange. It wasn't as if the Lucario didn't know it was forming either, Jabari had just demanded all of his attention while it was happening. And now, he had nowhere to run and no time to react. So, he could only stand there and take the giant globe of water, the attack itself exploding with immense force as it struck him. The room was filled with a sudden rainfall as a result of the attack, though it didn't last for more than a few seconds. Marie's breath was ragged as he finally collapsed, having put her all in the attack. And though the Lucario was still standing in the same spot and didn't say anything, his expression had indicated he was clearly surprised by the power behind the attack.

Alois couldn't help but feel slightly anxious as the group made their way to his house, unsure why he felt so. His mother hadn't been lying, it's not like he had much of anything that kept around at his place apart from the few books he had "borrowed" from the mayor's abode. Simply looking every which way as they made their way there, Alois did hear a comment from the new man. Given everything he had seen so far, Alois couldn't help but just say, "yeah, people turning into animals. Crazy stuff." The sarcasm was quite apparent in his tone. He was then further distracted by the group being intercepted by the town's faux nobility and his yes-man. As the man spoke, Alois realized something about him. He had always known that he was incredibly obnoxious and probably had an ego bigger than was justified. He had always taken the man's words at face value - at least the words that existed - and just wrote him off as a pompous noble man. Yet, traveling with the princesses had made something about him feel incredibly off. Not just how he spoke and how he seemed to be different then any of the upperclass people he had met so far in his journey. But there was something about him that he just couldn't put his finger on. A single nagging question about this noble man. Before he could ask it, or felt to for that matter, something much more entertaining presented itself. The boy snickered at Penelope's response to his offer, and though both the princess and the new merchant mage seemed to take a more diplomatic approach Alois had no such inclination to do so. "I'm dreadfully sorry Penelope," Alois said, concern apparent on his voice as his tone seemed to almost be mocking Pylauses's. "I really should've warned you about the village idiot before we got here, but lo and behold! He's even worse off then I remembered. Come now, pay him no mind." Alois then looked to the supposed nobleman with a smirk on his face, "you heard the group moneybags, scram." Alois then made a shooing motion with his hands. Tsetseg had continued to pat the girl on the head as she started to break out in to tears, though less because she was congratulating her and more so just because she found it soothing. Tsetseg was still confused about what the girl meant when she had mentioned that she attacked her. Going through her memory she didn't remember being attacked by any human of any kind during this day. As the girl spoke up more, talking about the tree, Tsetseg had finally managed to connect all of the dots together. Albeit after a few moments of thinking more. "Oh! You're the beaver!" The girl pointed and excitedly claimed. As she was praised, Tsetseg smiled proudly saying, "well when a cute fluffy creature like that is in danger I have to save it!" The girl nodded to herself.

“Me? I’m nothin’ special. Used to be a soldier in the Galtean military. It was pure chance I stumbled into a group with the princesses.” “Then it would be wise for me to stay and hear how you stumbled upon royalty by chance!” Abdul said with a chuckle, “Clearly you have been blessed by fate!” “Thank you for the help though. Never seen any magic like that statue before; didn’t know anything like that was even possible.” “Think nothing of it! I just hope whatever was animating that statue is gone forever. That kind of power is best kept to the old tales.” Abdul squinted as his eyes adjusted to the warm light of the setting sun, painting the village in the warm tones of the hearth. Now that the evil within the cathedral had passed, all the villagers had come out of their secret hiding places, now focusing on repairing the many ruined stalls and huts that surrounded the town square. “Strange...Where would these villagers hide in a place like this…? Why wouldn’t they try to defend their cathedral from that thing...?” he wondered as he and Link followed behind the rest of the entourage, “These villagers appeared out of nowhere like worms escaping the summer rains...Surely the walls are a better defense from bandits…” Abdul’s train of thought was interrupted by a commotion ahead of them, where a small wolf was chasing around one of the villagers, who fled in terror from the beast which playfully pursued her. Were the villagers hiding from animals? "Goodness, Thile seems to be in a right fit, don't she? And her stall's a ruin. Wonder what happened to it? I know we were all in a complete panic after the curse struck. Wonder if that's what caused it. And that wolf...ye don't think it's a villager still ensorcelled?” “Sorcery turning the villagers into animals?” Abdul muttered to himself, “Surely a tall tale, but with those animals watching me come into the village, and that strange statue...Who, or what, could conjure magic that powerful?” The revelation of the presence of such powerful magic disturbed him. The fact that the sorcerer was still at large bode great trouble in the future of neighbouring villages. This one had escaped its doom by circumstance, but its neighbours might not be as lucky. However, Abdul saw that the villagers around them seemed completely unconcerned with such things as they hammered and sawed at heaps of rotting wood and canvas. Perhaps they were just happy to be humans again, and nothing more. The group stopped in front of one of the larger houses in the village. Despite clearly having much more attention given to the integrity of the building, being made of wood and brick rather than mud and plaster, it appeared that the architect was not educated in the aesthetic canon of the land, or any aesthetic canon at all. Little attention was given to symmetry or taste, instead focusing on putting as many flourishes and gaudy decorations as possible, making the whole building look like something out of a fever dream. Abdul shuffled to the side to see who had stopped the group, only to see the proud owner of the eyesore. "Exempt me the peasantries, Mene dear. Ahem, allow me to inundate myself, I am denominated as Pylauses, Pylauses Gaston, at your servitude. This one here is Hanikap LeFou." Clearly, this dandy Pylauses was the owner of such a frivolous affront to the art of architecture. In stark contrast to the honest and simple villagers around him, he was a prime example of the excesses of city life. From the way he spoke, it was clear that he spent more time trying to appear rich and educated than he did actually enriching himself. His flagrant disregard for the beautiful and the elegant extended to his speech as well, making him appear to be the court jester rather than the courtier he clearly presented himself as. "If your clothes are any indication then your home may blind me with its poor taste." Abdul could not hold back a chuckle at the princess’ sharp tongue. He was glad that he would not need to suffer this pretender alone. However, the weight of the young man around his shoulder reminded him that despite his reservations, this man who was offering his home to them may provide better accommodations, however frivolous, than what the village matron leading them could muster. Abdul attempted to move closer to address Pylauses and his companion, but noticed that his burden was significantly heavier than just a moment ago. He then noticed that Link had taken off to chase down the wolf pup, leaving him to bear the burden alone. Not used to handling such heavy burdens, Abdul knew he would need to put the boy down before he dropped him by accident. “Sir Gaston,” Abdul said through his teeth, attempting to hide his disdain for the dandy’s poor taste, “Your hospitality is much appreciated by this humble traveler. Unfortunately, one of our companions is injured. If you would be willing to lend a bed for him to rest, it would be greatly appreciated.”