"This is Spitfire, and I'm coming back from a recon run - everything seems clear." As she flies slowly over the forest north of Truce on her way back to the manor, however, a loud roar catches the Wonderbolt leader's attention, prompting her to powerdive to investigate it. "Hold on... Got something here, and I'm going to check it out. Could use backup, if anyone's listening to this frequency..."

Hastur is actually working the radio in the manor, more out of curiosity in how the machinery works than anything else. When he catches the incoming frequency, he presses a button on the receiver and puts the microphone close to his mouth. "I hear ya, Spitfire. I'll send someone to your location as soon as I can." He wasn't entirely positive about the location, but he was sure someone would be able to point it out for him.

"Appreciate it. Maintain radio silence, in case there's someone else listening to this frequency." After touching down, Spitfire begins working her way through the trees, crouching close to the ground to avoid making too much noise or giving away her presence.

Hastur puts the microphone down and leaves the radio room, looking for people to head out to back up Spitfire. He was planning on going to help her, too, and would actually go alone if he couldn't find anyone else. he began yelling in the manor. "Hey, Spitfire is checking something out and requested backup. If anyone wants to help out, suit up and come to the radio room." He then headed back, waiting for a report from Spitfire.

Quietly, Spitfire scans her surroundings, not daring to use her goggles and flaring her wings out wide as she moves through the forest to search for the source of the earlier roar.

Demonicor makes his way into the coms room, neither hurried nor slow "Suit up? Really? I didn't know we had suits..." he arches his eyebrow up at Hastur "Have we met?"

Unfortunately, despite her best efforts, Spitfire steps on a fallen and rotting branch, causing it to snap resoundingly and prompting a simultaneous curse and another loud roar.

Hastur turns to Demonicor, then smirks. "I think we met at the fountain in Truce a while ago. In any case, the name's Hastur. We're gonna be going out to help Spitfire should her investigation turn up anything dangerous."

Demonicor shrugs some "We probably did, but tell me, just how did you plan to get..." he waves his hand a bit at the comms tech "wherever it is she is?"

"Ugh, here we go... If it's a ghost, I am SO screwed." Spitfire takes flight, golden wings fully extended as she flies at high speed for the source of the roaring, drawing her goggles down over her eyes.

Hastur opens his mouth to say something, then closes it again. "Well, I was gonna ask her where she was, but she said to maintain radios silence. I wouldn't think she was that far away. Besides, if she gets in trouble, I'm sure she'll send out a signal for us to track."

Only moments after finally finding the source, a semi-bloodied Spitfire turns to hide between some rocks and fallen trees, spitting out a broken tooth and ignoring her swollen right eye. "Damn... If you have something to deal with this ghost and a medkit nearby, BRING THEM WITH YOU!"

Hastur jumps at the command coming from the radio. He quickly grabs the microphone. "Spitfire, we're ready to go! We just need your location! Activate a beacon so that we can track it and get to you!"

Demonicor moves up and takes up the microphone "Well, Spitfire was it, I'm sure my friend here would love to help you, but you still haven't said where you are, or even what type of creature you're fighting. If you could relay one or both, that would be fantastic." he flicks the microphone off and turns to Hastur "Find us a gun and a trap, bribe someone if you have to, you know this place a bit better than me so it'll have to be you, I'll get the info if you can do that for me."

"I'm in the forest northwest of Truce, and I'm doing really bad against this ghost! It's the color of my uniform, but it's got some sort of armor and about as tall as a full-grown dragon!" Spitfire, even while shouting into her comm, jumps back to avoid getting crushed by a fist, ignoring the pain from her broken right wing.

Hastur nods. "Meet me at the Gitmidur as soon as you can!" He runs off to gather the supplies, determined to get the things as quickly as possible and save his comrade.

Demonicor shouts after Hastur as he slices his thumb open "Don't bother, just meet me back here!" he smears his blood on the wall with a wince as he begins to draw shapes "Well, here's hoping I still remember it..."

Hastur runs to the supply room and grabs the last gun and a trap, as well as a medkit. He then bolts back to the comms room, all of the supplies in hand. "Alright, if you have a plan to get us there, do it now!"

After a few more swings from the rampaging Golurk, a heavily wounded Spitfire leans against a large rock, grimacing at the pain from her broken wings and left foreleg. "Looks like I'm going down fighting... Soarin', take care of the Wonderbolts in my place... See you all around..."

Demonicor coughs a bit as he smears a line from one corner of his design to the other "I was kinda meaning a real gun, but that thing's probably about as deadly, now come on." he mutters a few more words and a crackling noise fills the air, the area between his bloodsmears on the wall turning into a window to somewhere else "Go through, now, I had a bit of time to stabilize but all that does is buy us a little time."

The placement of the portal comes out to a small ruin, a lilliputian sized natural town surrounding a large fountain-like pool of water, and everything about the place either overgrown or cracked, the portal fizzling out with a pop as Demonicor steps through after Hastur "Alright, dragon, shouldn't be hard to see no matter where we came out."

By this point, about the only response isn't from Spitfire, who's leaning against the rock with her eyes closed and a rather sizable pool of blood beneath her, but rather from the Golurk as it clenches both gauntleted fists and prepares to charge the duo.

"Keep ahold of the trap, heat the gun up, and when it comes through the treeline put the gun on it! I got something to take care of." Demonicor dodges off around to the side of where the beast roared, dashing through the trees a bit looking for the telltale signs of devastation any big creature would leave behind.

Hastur follows the instructions to the letter, anger and determination within his eyes. "C'mon, you son of a bitch. Come and get me."

Even though she's lying still against a rock relatively close to the duo, Spitfire's blood-soaked wings are fluttering slightly in the breeze passing through the ruins, which shake heavily as a result of the large Pokemon's footfalls.

Demonicor circles around behind the pokemon, ignoring it for now as he runs down the path it came from, looking for blood, a hand, anything. Eventually stumbling across the pony and looking around for a moment before rushing to her side "Of course she isn't human... Hey, wake up!" he gives her cheek a gentle tap as he begins to concentrate, muttering to himself a bit "Too much to do, so little time..."

Hastur keeps the gun charged and ready to fire, his finger on the trigger, the trap primed and ready to capture this thing that had assaulted hisn comrade.

With a weak grunt, Spitfire struggles to sit up despite her near-fatal injuries and extensive blood loss, hissing in pain as her mangled wings and forelegs shift in the process. "H-hnh...? A-ah...!" Meanwhile, with an indistinguishable grunt, the large Ghost Pokemon rushes for Hastur with surprising speed despite its size, bringing both gauntleted hands to bear for punishing blows.

Hastur fires a shot as the Pokemon rushes him, then dodges out of the way of the blows as his training and muscle memory kick in. He rolls adn gets back up, heating the gun for another shot and keeping the trap ready to throw. "C'mon, drop, you freak, DROP!"

Demonicor pushes the pony back down as she tries to rise "Nope, you're down, you're staying down, better for your wounds." he scoops out some dirt on the ground, making a circle around the depression before a crackling portal opens in the middle of it "One of you, I don't care which, get out here now, and bring some sutures and an IV."

"S-sure... No arguing-nngh...-here..." Spitfire lets herself be pushed back, fighting to keep her pride from surfacing. "By Celestia... I'm in such terrible shape right now..." Despite the normal invulnerability that Ghost-types have to physical attacks, the shot quickly makes short work of that, leaving the Golurk open to melee from Hastur.

Hastur roars out, an unnatural, slightly demonic tinge adding to the roar, and rushes at the Pokemon. Before he actually reaches Golurk, he lunges and begins sliding, getting closer to the Golurk to place the trap right underneath it and activate it.

Demonicor looks the pony over once more as a small chittering robot flies up through the portal, trailing a IV and strings behind it, the portal snapping shut behind it, Demonicor never taking his eyes off the mare "How badly do you want to live?"

"I've..." With a ragged sigh, Spitfire weakly looks up through her unswollen eye, with a rather peaceful smile. "I've resigned myself to fate, and await the chance to finally earn eternal rest... Thank you for this, but... I'm letting this be my last fight. Good bye..." Meanwhile, with the Golurk... As the trap slides under it, the large Pokemon looks down in confusion, before screeching loudly as it gets pulled in.

Hastur picks up the trap, a triumphant smile on his face. He then bolts down the path the Golurk came from, running as fast as he can. Once he reaches the clearing, he just stops and looks at the scene before him, stunned.

Demonicor reaches out and rips open a wavering curtain of a portal between a pair of trees, not lifting his eyes to the giganto "Go home, don't let yourself be distracted, get that thing to egon before it decides it doesn't like its new 'home'."