Audrey Redheart
"Heh, let's do this!" Audrey laughed, confident as she readied her blade. Troy's disappearance was paid little mind by Redheart, as she had considered her allies a negligable factor anyway - Only there to see her awesomeness, in her head. She sprinted forward, the sword dragging behind her as her foes approached - Then Ryuji fired upon her with flaming bullets, which Audrey swung her blade up to in response, reflecting them straight back in the direction they came from. As it landed on the ground behind her, her shoulder rolling, she lifted it back up as she zipped towards Nótt, attempting to slash downwards onto the Princess.
If one looked close enough, there was a smile on Audrey's face, a cruel one. As if she were to relish her attempts to crush her enemies.
Axe
"Huh...?" Axe was confused for a moment as the area changed, more soby the environment. He squatted down, palming the sand-cloud. "Is this what sand feels like? Weird..." He wondered aloud, before getting back up as one of his foes greeted him and Grazie - 'Magolor'.
"I get if you're trying to be nice, thanks, but I haven't ever given up in my life, not changing right now!" He told Magolor, determination shining in his bright eyes. He assumed Grazie would also refuse the offer.
"Besides, we might as well give these people a show, right?" He pointed out - His limited experience with the magician types like the other foe, 'Mr Miracle', had told him they rather enjoyed putting on a show, anyway, so it was worth appealing too.
He raised his shield, as if to show how ready he was to start.
The Warlock
"What?!" Dhar-Hur Mordenna was surprised by both Dart and the lesser of his enemies stepping down from the fight, at least for now. While he could understand the latter, he could not see why Dart would be unwilling to take the easiest of victories. He grumbled, decided to teach Dart how foolish this thinking was some other time. "...Alright. This is nothing I cannot handle, so I will take this." He decided, staring down to Lucario - Both figuratively and literally.
"Here is what is going to happen, 'Lucario'; You are going to lose. You will squirm, perhaps even cry as unlikely as it is for one like you, but it will change nothing. You will fail to do meaningful damage, fail to protect your friend from losing this battle, and fail to instill any hope in those who wish to defeat me. You. Are. Nothing!" He told the Aura Pokémon, equally a threat, a taunt, pride, and a promise, his voice reverberating throughout the arena.
In his confidence, his arms raised up slightly - Surprisingly, a portion of the crowd notably cheered, humans of his world fallen to ADVENT's propaganda, likely. A wave of psionic energy flowed from his head to his hands, before shooting upwards. It shot back down into the ground a mere 3 foot in front of Lucario, and slowly...
"Grsss....s...grs....." A noise echoed in Lucario's ear, zombie-like in noise, and the source soon arose, three beings comprised of a purple energy, sharing a mere fraction of the Warlock's own aura and nothing else. They shambled towards Lucario at a surprisingly regular pace, attempting to strike the pokémon with their hands, but they were all clearly fragile; The purple energy did not create a whole being, and some of it was shifting apart, unstable in nature from the overflowing energy.
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