"Attack Formation: Pentagonal Press, guys. Stay on her" commanded Chimchar.
"Guys, calm down. Even I have to admit, being outnumbered by you kids is a pretty sticky situation" said Zoroark jokingly.
"Hands up. I'm loaded and I have one in the head" Treeko responded with his Bullet Seed ready to fire.
"Ok, that just sounds gross" Zoroark replied sarcastically.
"That did sound gross" Froakie said under his breath.
Treeko turns around towards Froakie and says "Do you want me to shoot you instead?"
"Why are you always trying to bully and pick fights with me, you lizard?"
"Why are you always making fun of me under your breath, you toad?"
Zoroark could only laugh to herself as the seemingly efficient team of young mercenaries began to undergo a breakdown in teamwork and communication.
"Way to get distracted, guys" she said as she began emitting an ominous aura around herself.
"What do you think you're doing, intruder?" Riolu yelled.
"Testing you. And right now, you're failing by making this too..." Zoroark paused to release the built up dark energy with Dark Pulse.
"EASY!!!" she screamed.
The 5 small Pokemercenaries were blown back by the attack that broke windows and made the foundation surrounding them quake. The walls separating the kitchen from the living room and briefing room were destroyed. Debris continued to crumble as Froakie and Riolu rose from the gravel and dusted themselves off. Chimchar reappears from taking cover behind the kitchen range.
"Ralts! Treeko? Where are you Ralts?!" Riolu asked in a panicking voice.
"I'm right here" yelled an unfamiliarly familiar voice.
Riolu, through the cloud of dust, sees an evolved Ralts holding off another Dark Pulse with her Disable attack.
"Ralts? Is that you?" Riolu asked.
"Of course it's me, LuLu, but I'm Kirlia now."
"You shouldn't lose sight of a dangerous foe right in front of you, Kirlia was it? You never know what tricks they may have up their sleeve. Hmph. Double Team Illusion."
Zoroark began making multiple copies of herself and began charging forward. Riolu, Chimchar, Froakie and Kirlia charged at the Zoroark clones with their best attacks and combinations.
"Magical Leaf" yelled Kirlia as her enchanted leaf petals sliced through the copies and illusions.
Froakie and Riolu leaped into the air to perform one of their team attacks.
"Bubble!"
"Circle Throw!"
"Carbonated Barrage!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
The force of Riolu's swings, thanks to Circle Throw, shook up Froakie's Bubble attack to make the bubbles hit like bricks on impact with the clones. Meanwhile, Chimchar was ready to strike down what clones remained.
"I'm gonna turn all of you into ashes. Ember!"
A shower of red flames rained down from above to dispatch the clones on contact.
"Be careful not to burn this place down, kid" said what Chimchar thought was a clone until...
"Sucker Punch."
Chimchar flew across the room and crashed into a wooden table , unable to move.
Zoroark slowly approached Chimchar, cracking her knuckles, and said "I put a little too much mustard than I initially intended on that one. I figured that you could take it. Guess I was wrong."
Chimchar couldn't come up with any words to speak.
"What's the matter, kid? Gone mute on me? This was starting to become fu-"
"LEAF BLADE!"
Zoroark was instantly on the floor, applying pressure to her open wound. And standing over her was not Treeko, but Grovyle. Zoroark looks up at Grovyle and gang of Pokemercenaries as they surround her and laughs while wincing from pain.
"Congratulations. You kids pass, I guess."
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Pokemon Syndicate
FanfictionRiolu, Froakie, Chimchar, and Treeko are young Pokemon swept into a world of conspiracy, covert military operations, government secrets, and a gritty, underground world of fast-paced action. Under the guidance of Espeon and her organization, Espeona...