Lucky saw what was to come long before it did. It was hard not to-Against an endless bleak landscape, the aggressive violet dart stood out even in the distance of a human's eyes. As Lucky needed no such thing, it went to say that he had time enough to prepare for the impending threat.

He'd tried to communicate with it before. Unfortunately, it wasn't willing to talk-and though he had let the thing go before, it clearly held a grudge against him. Just like the last few times, his sharp whistle brought it running. It wanted a battle, and Lucky was okay with that. However, he seemed to have attracted some other attention. Whoever had shown up by his side hadn't been part of the plan, but he'd been meaning to get out of the 'house' more to talk with people, anyway. He couldn't say he found the presence unwelcome.

"Hey there, lass. Sorry to say, you've come right at the right time. Ah, he's almost here. Mind helping me out?" Indeed, there it was, flying right out of the horizon. Lucky let loose a sharp whistle-it was already time. A hulking mass, similar in color to the oncoming Naganadel, rose out of the dunes just in time to catch it in his claws. As the Drapion began to wrestle with it, Lucky stood up. As he did, the shadow of the ruins stood up to cloak his back. The Decidueye raised her wing, casually drawing an arrow to bear against the distant target.

Lucky turned his head to glance Westfield's way as Omen began to open fire on the struggling duck. It wasn't a very effective gesture to make while his eyes were closed, but the sentiment was still there. 

"It's alright, go ahead. Give 'em a lash or two if you want-this one's been bugging me for the better half of a week, he has."

The Drapion, Serket, held the wild invader beneath an iron grip... That did no damage. Lucky couldn't keep himself from groaning at the sight. It always happened every once in a while. He'd been ready for something like this, though. Soon enough, Omen had all but disappeared into a hole that formed in Lucky's shadow, and Serket was quickly following suit, falling into the sands as if they weren't even there. All signs of those two disappeared, and then they were gone without a trace.

"Shame and a half," He decided to say. Answering the lady's questions could come later, and he was sure she'd just ask them of him a second time as soon as they were out of the line of fire, anyway. Instead, he told her to do more productive things, such as, "Get your Pokemon back into your ball, would ya? I'll get us outta here."

To Lucky's credit, he even waited a little bit for her to respond to his unreasonable demand. And then, there he was, arm in arm with Alicia as he fell back into the portal to the dream-world that had once been sitting in his shadow. Of course, Lucky wasn't supposed to be able to fall into these portals. They were made by his psychic Pokemon to traverse into a realm that he accessed through sleep, and players couldn't simply jump into them.

Lucky wasn't clipping into the portal or anything, of course-that would be crazy!
He had already clipped out of that realm into this world, after all. He was just going back inside so that he could wake up.

Lucky Guy woke up in a much more structured part of the Dune District, immediately groaning under the hell of a sore that he now felt in his muscles. That tended to happen when your location fluctuated, and he would never get used to it.

"I did warn you," Came the voice of a figure that sat next to him on the old, withered bench. A Delphox, one that was every bit the crafty fox that he looked to be.

"Yeah, I know you're great... How're you holding up, lass?" Lucky asks. His pale, sightless eyes open as he looks to his side, and there Alicia was. There wouldn't have been a point to have done this if it wouldn't have taken her with him. Whatever Pokemon had remained out of her ball ended up somewhere here, dragged here by an arbitrary distance rule for a Pokemon and their trainer. Lucky suspected the jump wouldn't be as hard for her-Not when he was the one who had been mucking about.

"You are yanking me..." In retrospect, Lucky shouldn't have been so surprised. The darn thing had already had a lock on him from past the horizon, so why should a single glitch make it give up now? 

It sure was a pain for having conversations, though. Lucky supposed that those questions would have to wait for later. He closed his eyes and allowed himself to see through others. 

The Delphox by his side sat beside his trainer, acting as his eyes. He could see it all-the way that several of Lucky's Pokémon came out of their resting places in the ruined apartments. A Dustox flew out of the shade on a second floor to toss pollen over the invasive beast, while Spiritomb rose from the stone in Lucky's pocket to begin hurling curses and hexes. They could only do so much to slow down the Naganadel before it reached the awaiting Onix.

Even under the stone coils of an Onix, the hell-bent beast still managed to writhe. Lucky already began to move before the first Dragon Pulse struck where he had been. This was ridiculous, and he muttered that very senti.ent beneath his breath to affirm it twice-over.

He waited for the sound of a backfire. Soon enough, just as he'd expected-the sound of a Dark Pulse detonating on a Light Screen that had appeared in front of the dragon's own face. 

"Selma!" He called, but the din of Naganadel's fury drowned out the words. Thankfully, the roaring itself invited Serket to erupt from the sand once again. The Drapion's claws sank into the thinner joints it could reach and pulled until the wrapped-up Pokémon was now struggling in the dust. 

Lucky's erratic movement slowed down. Soon he was walking, more casual now as he approached the thrashing Naganadel. When he stopped, it was in front of his eyes, right in point-blank range for whatever new move that Naganadel was ready to use next. Sightless eyes bore into a senseless gaze. 

"You've got to stop. Quit tossing yourself at me like this, you loon. Its getting nowhere and we both know it." Given the exasperation in Lucky's voice, it didn't seem like he believed it would understand him. A scene like this has probably played out before between these two. He waited still trying, even in spite of this.

He hadn't been counting himself to pass by this area, not before the raid was going to take place and all, but he was doing a quick sweep of sorts, or perhaps a ride to calm the nerves. He was riding on top of his newly evolved Mudsdale, who was also getting used to his sudden increase in size, gait and power. To say that the horse was thrilled though was an understatement. Arthur could feel that he was restless, wanting to run, but he was holding himself back since he wasn't given permission to do so.

It was not like they could just stir up noise and dust - there were only Ultra Beasts here, lying in wait, or starting to coalesce into the place they would soon breach. As it just so happened, before he made a turn into an alleyway, he could hear the sounds of battle not far from where he was. He remembered how poorly it went with the Kartana last time, so he would make sure that he would fall back if he must before whiting out.

❝Banko.❞

The Mudsdale let out low grunt before moving towards the raging dust storm. Before he could figure out who were the unfortunate trainers that caught the attention of an Ultra Beast, the said Pokemon broke free from the Sand Tomb, screeching before charging up some kind of attack; a pinkish sphere at the base of its stinger. Arthur commanded his Pokemon to disrupt the attack with a leaping High Horsepower, as none of his other ground types would affect the levitating Pokemon. The Mudsdale followed as ordered, rushing in with an orange colored aura before aiming to slam it on its backside. Unfortunately, the beam it was charging already fired, shaped like a dragon, but their own ground-type attack also made contact.

❝Oh--❞ he recognized one of the trainers. Iron lady got around everywhere, didn't she? He ran towards them. ❝What's the situation so far?❞ if a Sand Tomb couldn't keep it trapped for long, did they need physical ropes to tie it down?

Lucky Guy Alicia Westfield