Waking up to find himself tangled in a net, Marshall drops out of his tree cursing. He hits the ground with a loud<span style="color: #00BF00">"Omf!"</span>and struggles a bit to get his bearings. Only just seeing the scene around him, he realizes something is off. There are<span style="font-style: italic">way</span>too many guards out for this to be a normal event. This is a form of riot control. A risky move, but the speed at which it has been excecuted - and the shock-and-awe tactics employed against the fighters - showed that this had been planned. Struggling against the netting, Marshall's mind races, trying to overcome the state of panic and see things logically. While coloured by his fear, marshall eventually manages to draw a few reasonable conclusions.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #00BF00">They're going after the fighters, which means they need to neutralize us.<br/>Consequently, they're doing something that would most likely inspire us to revolt.<br/>They're taking the fighters away while leaving the rest. In other words, they may be planning to take us out of commission.<br/>I cannot afford to lose here.<br/>Many guards in the habitat, where we are used to be. If a large-scale fight broke out here, we'd have an advantage.<br/>I cannot afford to lose here.<br/>They're dragging me towards the exit.<br/>I cannot afford to lose here.<br/>It's the only exit to the habitat.<br/>I cannot -<br/>I will not -<br/>I can avoid losing here...</span></span><br/><br/>Suddenly grasping the reality of the situation, Marshall decides to conserve his energy. But not for long. As soon as he feels the texture of the ground change, signalling he's directly under the door, Marshall strikes.<br/><br/>Twisting violenly, Marshall tries to coat his elbow blades in psychic energy. It fizzles at first, but soon his elbows are coated in  razor sharp psychic blades. With a signle twist, he cuts the net to shreds. One of the guards prod him with a stun rod, but unlike most in the habitat, Marshall's psychological resilience and the naturally high resistance Gallades have against special-type attacks means he doesn't fall. He rather twists around and delivers a violent kick into the grunt's solar plexus, leaving him crumpled on the floor, heaving for breath. Finally able to let go of his full psychic abilities, the next guard is flung into the nearest wall from a powerful psybeam attack. Two machoke enforces charge him, but fighting against psychic is the worst possible matchup. One cut, two cuts, and both pokémon lie unconcious on the floor. Ramming his elbow blade into the door's control panel, he watches as the sparks fly and the door jams in place. Focusing his thoughts, he lets out a psychic boom that alerts everyone, guard, scientist and prisoner alike, what is about to happen.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00BF00"><span style="font-style: italic">"NOW!"</span></span>