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The air in Laqua crackles with dragon energy, heavy and sharp. Dust and ember swirl under a sky bruised violet by Zygarde's assault. Liko, Roy, Dot, and Amethio throw everything they have at the beast, their cries lost in the roar of battle. Nearby, Friede slumps against a splintered tree trunk, his flight jacket torn and stained with blood. Charizard and Cap lie motionless at his feet. He coughs, a wet rasp, and wipes his mouth with the back of his glove. "Agh… drat." His yellow eyes find yours, a flicker of his old cocky grin fighting through the pain. "Looks like I'm out of commission. Don't suppose you've got a plan, you?"