Try Paradise (open OR mod)

[Sam]

Isabella had been prepared for an immediate attack from Marc. She knew his true nature, so he could easily morph into whatever Pokemon he morphed into, shoot her out of the sky, and force vengeance on her. This scared her just a little, but it was swept away in just a second. She still remembered Marc's cruel words ringing in her ears. If he attacked, she'd attack back. No, she'd kill. Yes, that's right. She'd kill him. Rip him apart with arms that could tear a chunk of metal right off of a building. Slice him in half with claws that could clean cut diamond. Her grip on Mika's arm tightened, not as powerful as she could, fearing that she would cut off the circulation completely, but it was still strong enough to hurt. Not that it was intentional.

When Isabella heard nothing, felt nothing blast into her back to throw her out of the sky, she looked back, surprised. Marc was still there, very calm, acting very patient. Like he was waiting for something. That made Isabella nervous about the future. More anxious then scared. Then she decided to fly somewhere were she could be safe, far from Marc, somewhere that only she could get to. What was the closest place?

The town just past Valedsea was Majik City. No...it would take Marc too short a time to follow them there. West Wind City was across the sea, but Isabella was sure she couldn't fly Mika across there, holding her up the whole time with no rest. Then she remembered. The Battle Fortress, atop the tallest peak of the Sierra Mountains. Marc would have to get past Albatros Lake, find his way through the mountains, then climb the peak to the Fortress. And it wasn't really a long way, she could rest too. The hardest part would be the lake, but she'd be fine.

Arcing slightly to the right, Isabella set her sights on the mountains of Sierra.

[shades]

Mika didn't hear a word Marc said. Didn't even know he was talking, or reacting even. She knew she was high in the sky with Isabella though, and she could see the speed as they moved from the beach. Pain shot through Mika's arm. Real pain. For the first time in many years fear shot through Mika, in the quickest, tinest, shortest of flashes. Nano seconds could not tell the time, but it was still there. That brief sense of that didn't even register in her brain. Mut mika could sense things were not going to be easy from here on in. This girl was strong, but she seemed to listen to Mika. Its the mafia she'd have a problem with. But even that was something she was used to. Isabella was a new case. As her arm returned to normalac after the pain, Mika's thoughts were consumed on figuring out where they were going. She was in a new region, and her destination was under the control of Isabella. BUt she saw the miniscule peaks of mountains in the distance.

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