Rexitar was driven back a couple of feet, which said something about the Crawdaunt despite its smaller size. Wylde dove out the way of his partner's tail to avoid being hit.
"All of you, get out the way!" the man barked at the younger trainers, and they didn't need telling twice.
Even as they shuffled a safe distance away from the escalating battle, Tribel continued to pout. "You know," she started, "You all shouldn't be so hasty just to keep me from going anywhere. Any minute now, your whole place is gonna be overrun."
"A lot of talk coming from someone who can't battle," Travis snapped irritably, resuming his treatment of his Lucario's wounds.
Meanwhile, Wylde had gotten to his feet as the Tyranitar let loose a booming roar. "Ancient Power," he commanded, his expression determined.
Almost at once, Boulders and rocks that were strewn around the field rose into the air and sped towards Crawdaunt!
Glass shattered at the entrance to the training facility as Metamorphosis trainers, stormed the place, catching passing trainers off-guard.
At the forefront as a bald man clad in a long black coat, a trademark of a higher-ranked Metamorphosis trainer. He simply reached into his pocket and tossed a Pokeball, which opened to reveal a lunging Seviper crashing into another trainer's Zangoose.
"We've got our orders," the man barked. "Storm the place. Retrieve Tribel, and whatever we still need, take it by force and by any means necessary. Of course, this also means helping yourself to any Pokemon you need."
Meanwhile, a young woman in her early twenties hurried along a corridor on the back of her Arcanine to a certain door at the end of the hall. As the canine Pokemon came to a stop beside that door, she scrambled off, nearly falling in the process, and knocked on the door.
"Master Fayte! This an emergency," she squeaked out, half-terrified. "It's Metamorphosis!"
When there was no answer, the woman knocked harder. "Master Fayte!"
The trainer froze as the door opened, revealing the person called Fayte on the other side of the threshold.
Fayte Cameron, the head of the Trackers, was a woman in her late twenties with long, curly black hair and violet eyes. She wore a short white jacket over a cream-colored blouse and denim straight-legged pants, the bottoms of which were neatly covered with white knee-high belted boots. Behind her, an Alakazam levitated a couple of feet from the floor in a cross-legged position, its expression one of intense focus.
"I'm aware of the situation," Fayte said casually. "There seems to be another source of our chaos... Mystery?"
The younger woman and Arcanine jumped as a Mismagus' head popped out from the wall behind her. It gave a low cry in response before floating over her head and stopping beside its raven-haired trainer. Fayte rested her fingertips on the side of its face for a moment before nodding, as though she understood it.
"I see. So that's what it is," she said calmly. She turned to the rattled trainer before her and said, "You. Inform Wylde that there is another lone intruder in our midst."
"What are you going to do?"
"The answer is simple, don't you think?" The smallest hint of a smirk graced Fayte's expression before the Alakazam opened its eyes, and, in a flash, it, Fayte, and the Mismagus had vanished.
OOC: The leader of the Trackers enters the fray! She's another NPC. However, her two team members do not have nicknames! Here's a short profile:
Name: Fayte Cameron
Age: Late twenties
Affiliation: Trackers- Boss Lady
Hometown: It's a secret!
Alakazam (Male)- Teleport; other moves unknown
Mismagus (Female)- moves unknown
Other Pokemon on team unknown
I'll be constantly thinking up ways to try and tune up the action bit by bit, so keep a look out for it... on the new board! XD