Taskmaster & Kraggling
Lucario summoned a staff of his own to block the projectile, and then threw it to stall for time as he checked on his ally. Taskmaster met it with his Shovel Scepter and forced it into the dirt. His form relaxed after a moment, and stared expressionlessly as the jackal turned its back on him.
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Inside the jailhouse, the Kraggling had just rolled to its feet and was shaking both the glass shards off of his shell and the daze from from his head. It seemed that the kick had dazed more than harmed this sturdy creature, who looked up at its master as he approached.
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With a sigh, the Taskmaster jammed the staff into the ground, where it stood upright. In one swift motion, he procured his bow and notched an arrow. The arrow let fly through the same window he had kicked the bug into. The projectile impacted a wall nearby his foes, and erupted. The explosion would expand to fill most of the area of this cramped building, and tear through enough of the ancient wood to collapse the structure!
Marshtomp
As the White Magical Hat descended upon the weakened Marshtomp, the water/ground type persevered. To meet the magical staff, he threw out a open-palmed slap to smack the weapon to the side. His other fist was clenched, and began to glow with the power of his fighting spirit! The Mud Fish Pokémon let out a grunt of exertion and drove a Rock Smash towards his attacker's midsection!
Troy Monet
The nightmaren responded to the disrespect with incendiary magic. Troy took a step back and swung his blade upwards to cut the attack in twain. The fiery, unstable energy blossomed outwards in an explosion, and to that, the narcissist widened his stance and twirled the wide blade of the Soul Edge in front of him to take the brunt of the attack. He still skid backwards, but upon coming to a halt, he stood up and brushed off one shoulder to coolly dismiss the attack's potency.
"Surely that ain't all, jack. Something, something, bark, bite... you dig?"
The Kool Kat was fighting the mental battle here. He sought to push the uptight entity's buttons and drag him down into rage, which would work to advantage both in the fight... and embarrass him in front of a multiversal audience. The cultist's shark-tooth smile grew wider as winds begain to kick up around him and levitate Troy a couple inches above the floor.
Tabby the Tablet
Tabby continued watching the conversation, but it became more and more evident that some of them... didn't really care. The robot listened closer, and, to his shock, Magolor was negotiating a business deal??? The tablet threw the remaining nachos over his shoulder, wiped the cheese from his screen, and then trailed the two salesmen from a comfortable distance.