Chapter 114

Chapter 114

To the rocket members, their assailant moved like lightning, kicking punching anyone with the extreme agility ninjas were known for.

Their addled minds couldn't process Virah's movements fast enough to aim their guns, let alone be able to pull the trigger.

The poison specialist moved to and fro the street, weaving into enemy lines and taking them out with blows aimed at vital areas such as the neck, head, and chest.

Soon, the digital scream that followed a Pokeball being popped echoed out across the smoke, unfortunately for them, only a few of the Pokemon that got released were resistant to the toxic gas that enveloped the street.

And with Virah running around inside of it, the toxic air only became more noxious as time went on.

With each second that ticked, the poison present within the mist became thicker, and it will get bad enough to the point that even inhaling a bit of the smoke would cause the victim to be inflicted with the Toxic status.

It didn't care if its victims were human or Pokemon, only that it was inhaled.

As the mindless gas started to knock people unconscious, Virah finished the last of her enemies, the Pokemon released from within the fog were quickly incapacitated, either from the poison or from Virah's electic baton.

Virah stepped over the Zubat she had recently taken out, the smoke grenades in her hands were shivering from pressure and hissing with excitement, their shells bobbed up and down like the ocean's waves, the Water Stone within growing restless.

Virah tossed the items inside the building and they rolled into the door before finally stopping, their now stationary forms caused them to stand up on one side, then gravity took over and pressed them downward, popping the internal lock and releasing more gas into the building.

Panic.

The mist quickly seeped into the floor, forming an ankle deep layer of fog that caused the grunts to fall from the pain of their skin and flesh melting from contacting the toxic fog.

Virah took out her kunai, "I'll regret this," her voice, ethereal and smooth in its soothing serenade echoed around the walls of the room, "but I'll have to do it sooner rather than later,"

She raised her hand and held the kunai upward, the screams of the grunts, much like themselves during Virah's attack, were locked inside the room, safely contained and unable to escape.

As Virah walked out of the airtight room, someone teleported directly outside of the building.

Lithos waved to the Alakazam as the Pokemon turned transparent before becoming a ray of light that swiftly got squeezed upward, the transparent beams soon folded into nothingness, leaving nothing behind.

With his ride now gone, the newly minted Rocket Executive turned to the street chock full of purple smoke, "well, well, well," Lithos clicked his tongue, "guess Koga's mooks are around here too,"

He reached out for his starter's Pokeball and he felt the Steelix resting within shiver in anticipation in what they were about to do, then he paused.

The boss would want the corpse of the person responsible wouldn't he?

And the boss would also hate it if another series of Earthquakes ruined this part of Goldenrod, especially when it'll put them in the League's radar again.

Lithos hummed, "sorry Consti," he patted the Pokeball wafting with disappointment, "I'm going to have to make things personal,"

Lithos' Aura flared to life, steel coated his skin, covering it in glistening armor that caused a glossy shine to glow on its surface, underneath, his flesh started to harden, becoming tougher than steel yet more flexible and malleable than tin.

The Rocket Executive grinned and jumped down, whoever was messing with this branch needed to pay, and he'd make sure they go back to the boss as a teeny, tiny present in the shape of a box.