[There's a cold, smoldering fury in Ilya's heart when she realizes that despite hearing her voice, her mother is quite clearly nowhere to be found here.
But she maintains her calm, especially once she realizes there are, in fact, targets to deal with. Opening her balls one by one, she unleashes the horde of monstrosities she brought with her. Her first, the towering Rhyperior Berserker looms menacingly behind her and glares down at a hapless group of Magma grunts. A nightmarish shriek announces the arrival of her Dusknoir, Orpheus, who floats above her. Her Garchomp, Typhon, is already in battle position, crouched next to her and hissing at the grunts. Her Volcarona, Hephaestus, flares up next to her with wide wings and a small stream of fire. The snap of jaws next to it shows a grinning Feraligatr, her loyal Poseidon. And behind her, the red eyes of her Metagross, Talos, stare coldly ahead.
Framed by these six terrors, Ilya fixes the grunts with a look that could burn skin away, and raises a hand.]
Go forth. Crush them!
[And with a snap of her fingers and a furious, united roar, that's exactly what they all do.]
B: Elite Four Resort
[With things having just achieved some measure of calm, Ilya has settled down just outside the resort for a breather, though she doesn't seem all that happy about it. Her Pokemon stand guard like some sort of terrifying horde of guard dogs, ringing around her, except for Talos, who she's sitting on.
To put it bluntly, she's sulking. She thought her mother would be here, and quite clearly that isn't the case. Stomping the grunts was a good stress reliever for a while, but it's losing its effectiveness, and now she just feels grouchy. And sad, but she's focusing on the anger.
She's left standing orders for anyone unfamiliar who gets too close to be seized, so if suddenly the rocky grip of a Rhyperior or the cold hand of a Feraligatr close around some hapless person who wanders nearby, well hopefully she'll be feeling merciful towards them.]
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[There's a cold, smoldering fury in Ilya's heart when she realizes that despite hearing her voice, her mother is quite clearly nowhere to be found here.
But she maintains her calm, especially once she realizes there are, in fact, targets to deal with. Opening her balls one by one, she unleashes the horde of monstrosities she brought with her. Her first, the towering Rhyperior Berserker looms menacingly behind her and glares down at a hapless group of Magma grunts. A nightmarish shriek announces the arrival of her Dusknoir, Orpheus, who floats above her. Her Garchomp, Typhon, is already in battle position, crouched next to her and hissing at the grunts. Her Volcarona, Hephaestus, flares up next to her with wide wings and a small stream of fire. The snap of jaws next to it shows a grinning Feraligatr, her loyal Poseidon. And behind her, the red eyes of her Metagross, Talos, stare coldly ahead.
Framed by these six terrors, Ilya fixes the grunts with a look that could burn skin away, and raises a hand.]
Go forth. Crush them!
[And with a snap of her fingers and a furious, united roar, that's exactly what they all do.]
B: Elite Four Resort
[With things having just achieved some measure of calm, Ilya has settled down just outside the resort for a breather, though she doesn't seem all that happy about it. Her Pokemon stand guard like some sort of terrifying horde of guard dogs, ringing around her, except for Talos, who she's sitting on.
To put it bluntly, she's sulking. She thought her mother would be here, and quite clearly that isn't the case. Stomping the grunts was a good stress reliever for a while, but it's losing its effectiveness, and now she just feels grouchy. And sad, but she's focusing on the anger.
She's left standing orders for anyone unfamiliar who gets too close to be seized, so if suddenly the rocky grip of a Rhyperior or the cold hand of a Feraligatr close around some hapless person who wanders nearby, well hopefully she'll be feeling merciful towards them.]