Thread: Is Blood Thicker than Water? (Razgriz and Ketsu)

Another fine day in the Kelgon region the light winds made the towering trees appear dance hypnotically, the rustling of the leaves creating a very melodic ensemble that could soothe any soul whose ears fell upon it. The sky was cloudless, bathing all of its creatures in the warmth of the unobstructed sunlight. Two such creatures were quickly approaching a well-defended Team Rocket outpost, intent on capturing a high-ranking Lieutenant. Their motives? The sizable bounty would help procure supplies for Beacon, not to mention it would deal a death blow to all Rocket Operations in this area. The creatures in question were none other than the Order of Arceus, more commonly known as the 'PokeBrawlers' or even more shortly, simply 'Brawlers'. Their objective had long since evolved from being harbingers of peace and cooperation between the creatures of Arceus' grand design and the humans now they had a more direct role, attacking Rocket settlements and doing everything in their power to shut them down for good. One such Brawler, a predominantly Ground-type by the name of J'arock dwe Azurl - known to the humans he'd interacted with as 'Jack' - quickly approached the border between the forest and the clearing where this base resided. Standing at over six-and-half feet tall, his massively muscled form - a trait characteristic of his heritage - was built like a tank an accurate comparison considering his skin alone was a good two centimeters thick. His skeleton alone weighed over 75 pounds combined this was owed to an incredibly high bone density and the carbon-fiber that occurred naturally in his kind. J'arock was dressed in the standard mission outfit, worn with pride by all Brawlers whenever they took on this bunch of villainous heathens A large white tunic composed of the wool of the Mareep split at the hip covered his upper body, the hood hiding his facial features the loose pants he wore were of the same material. His hands covered by thick gloves made of Rhydon leather, the same went for the boots that protected his feet. The symbol of the Brawlers, the flag of their people, was embroidered on the back, proudly displaying the warrior's identity that had come to stop them. J'arock finally arrived at the border and looked upon the building, its gray steel structure rising high above the landscape, the sun glinting off its surface it was as if Team Rocket was boldly challenging the Order to come after them. A large red 'R' was painted on its side, though it had faded since the last time the Brawlers had cleared out the previous residents. The fact that they were re-using old buildings showed desperation and lack of resources, two things that spelled disaster for any enemy force. And the fact that they re-occupied showed irritating levels of arrogance. Arrogant fools J'arock growled, his voice heavy with anger and malice. He could clearly see armed guards patrolling the perimeter scouts told of high-caliber weaponry, but few guards. Apparently they were still getting set-up here it was the perfect time to strike. His pure gold eyes burning with an intense hatred like rats, the heretics crawled into a burrow previously emptied. A demented smirk crossed his face, his voice deep and full of intent as he pointed to the sky, Look above, the Almighty One's light shines upon us. Today will be one of victory more of these vermin will fall and another of their leaders will face holy retribution. He then turned to look at his comrade and say, Are you ready, Sister? Let us show them the will of the Almighty, the fires of divine judgment that they have invoked by going against His decree.