<div class="floatleft">(http://images.wikia.com/gurennlagann/images/2/2f/Yomako.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Drevana Nasarus<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Douglasberg city stadium<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everybody<br/><br/><strong>Current Pokemon:</strong>Lucille, Torchic<br/><br/><hr/><br/>To put it lightly, shit started getting real after Drevana had just gotten done convincing herself that she had to keep a calm and collected, and approach the situation from as logical a mind as was possible. That, however, was before an overwhelming horde of bugs came bombarding from the sky, and the Redheaded Gym Leader had to avert her gaze from the blinding light overhead in order to prevent any further damage to her eyes. The buzzing wasn't lost on her though, as she heard what could only be an overwhelming swarm of bugs overhead. Normally she wouldn't have a fear in the world about facing any kind of Bug type Pokemon, her Fire type comrades would typically have done a pretty damn good job of cleaving straight through any Beedril or Ninjask, but this time was different, just from overhearing the sounds above their heads, she could tell that this group had the power in numbers. Still, she wasn't the only Gym leader here, and if the attackers had come with nothing more then an assortment of bugs, then they were in for an unpleasant-<br/><br/>That was when she looked upwards, and saw a blanket of stun spores raining down onto the stadium. "Son of a... Lucille! Return!" Drevana barely had enough time to recall her beloved companion before the stun spores connected, forcing Drevana to drop to one of her knees with a harsh coughing before they took effect in full and locked her body down, Lucille's pokeball still secured within her grip as all of her muscles seized up and prevented her from moving so much as a centimeter in any given direction. "Nngh..." Oh, and as if to add insult to injury,<em>now</em>she had an itch on her forehead, of course she did! It was always right when you weren't allowed to scratch that the itches showed up...<br/><br/>Drevana wasn't allowed to whine about petty concerns for very long, however, as she instantly took for granted the privilege of at least being allowed to roll her eyes around within their sockets, as she glanced over to see them picking up the stunned bodies of Misty and Brock.<em>"Son of a bitch! C'mon girl, get up... Get! Up!"</em>Nope, wasn't happening. No matter how much her brain was commanding her legs to get her off of her knee, no matter how desperately her mind screamed for her arms to release Lucille now that the danger of the stun spores had passed. She could only watch as the duo that she had been contending with just a few minutes ago were likely to be dragged off, the quiet girl's ominous words ringing through her mind.<em>"Damn it!!! COME ON!!! Don't let them do this!!!"</em><br/><br/>Still nope. Drevana wasn't moving.<br/><br/>All hope was not yet lost though, as from the spores of sure defeat, a hero was about to rise. Drevana might not have been wearing adequate clothing to protect herself from the stun spores, but at the very least, she was able to shield a wild card. From the purse that she carried her Pokeballs in that laid against her back, a small wiggling could be seen, before the head of a tiny orange chicken popped out with a little 'eep' sound. Apparently, Drevana's reserve Pokeball had accidentally been triggered in all the commotion, since now her Torchic was hopping out of her purse and settling down on the ground in front of his trainer. Finally, after having been looked over during both the Poke-Triathlon that was held yesterday along with having been rejected from partaking in the fight today, it was his time to shine. He knew how to scratch things! And he could even spew out embers if he tried *really* hard. He could take these jerks, he could take on the whole damn world!<br/><br/>The era of Torchic had begun!