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As soon as that tinny voice began to speak, she let out a sigh of relief. Not only did she not have to file the bug report herself and COD13 showed up anyways to fix the bugs, but it also seemed it was equally appalled at the bugs.

And then it blamed her, and she had enough. Her patience had quickly vanished as suddenly as the program had arrived. "Yo, what the hell! Behind this? I just showed up you crazy-asshole porygon!"

What kind of bug-fixing program was openly hostile to its players? That seemed like a bad idea.

Laguna covered her eyes when the flash of light threatened to blind her. When sight was eventually restored, she breathed another sigh of relief. The Kyogre was nowhere to be found. The storm remained, but the worst of the worst was gone.

"Bluh, at the very least, you do a good job... But seriously?" She didn't know what customer support would even do in a situation like this, but in truth, probably nothing unless it was a mass report. That seemed to be the only way to get people to listen to anything.

And then everything promptly fell apart. She watched with growing fear as COD13 absorbed data from the blue orb, growing and twisting into a mutated version of itself, with Kyogre's primal power. It was like something out of some sci-fi novel, the game literally growing and twisting and turning evil itself.

"... Called it. I'm filing a complaint if I live through this." The Primal COD13 readied to strike her and a few others with his cannon and she was already leaping into action, attempting to protect at least some of her pokemon from being outright deleted.

Clutching her Bergmite in her arms, she was putting her faith in the iceberg pokemon to protect her as well. "C'mon Glacia, I know you can do it this time, strike down that mean program, Avalanche!"

After missing so many attacks against the Kyogre, the Bergmite practically roared out in determination as massive ice chunks flew towards COD13 in defiance of its new strength.

Laguna in Zone A

Active: Bergmite (320/350)

Standby: Popplio (150/150) Squirtle (330/350) Froakie (110/150)

Attacks:
Bergmite: Charge Attack = 57 Damage
COD13 = 9 571 HP

Recalled Squirtle, Froakie.

Laguna was dumbfounded for a moment. The raid was a glitchy mess, but there wasn't anything she could do about it. Her own attacks seemed to not only strike, but she highly doubted that Kyogre's own strikes would also miss in turn.

For the briefest of moments, she debated filing a bug report mid-raid. Her Pokemon scrambled about in the sand with her, attempting to climb back up to higher ground as the HP pool of the Kyogre seemed to make even attacking it seem more and more fruitless.

And yet, someone else had to have already reported it, right? Someone who wasn't probably breaking the terms and service of the game to play it via proxy from another country. Probably. She was still unsure of the details, but it was better to err on the side of caution

Not to mention, those words from COD13 stuck in her head.

"...If there is another instance of unusual health regeneration I will be forced to eliminate the species to prevent an outbreak."

She shuddered to imagine how that would affect the raid. Perhaps if nothing was done soon, she might try and report it anyways...

"Alright buckos, we gotta batten down the hatches! Or whatever that means! Dig yourselves in, and blast again! Water Pulse, Avalanche! C'mon Glacia, you can hit it this time!"

Her Squirtle and Froakie launched their barrage of water once more, striking Kyogre again. And yet, the Avalance with its sheets of ice slams straight through the Kyogre once more. The sheets of ice themselves appear almost glitchy, clipping into the terrain, and breaking their own models as if simply passing through Kyogre broke their code itself.

Glacia the Bergmite absolutely looked discouraged, it was just born and trying its hardest. Laguna couldn't help but just feel bad, his moves looked so impressive too! "We can get him next time, gal! Just keep trying!"

Laguna in Zone A
Active: Squirtle (330/350) Froakie (110/150) Bergmite (330/350)

Standby: Popplio (150/150)

Attacks:
Squirtle: Charge Attack = 30 Damage
Kyogre: 48 829

Froakie: Fast Attack x2 = 40 Damage
Kyogre: 48 789

Bergmite: Charge Attack = 3̶7̷ ̵D̵a̸m̶a̴g̵e̸
K̸y̷o̵g̶r̴e̸:̷ ̸4̵8̸ ̶7̴8̸9̴
GLITCHED

Whatever Laguna had been expecting as she scrambled onto the scene of the raid, it was not this. Whatever this was.

Total chaos. Total glitchy chaos.

Kyogre was clipping into the sand, attacks wildly going in every direction, let alone its own very health just shooting back up!

"That's hardly fair!" Laguna shouted with a heavy pout, sliding down onto the beach. One foot resting on top of her Squirtle's shell as it slid, the other foot atop her Bergmite sliding. It was a more perilous foot position, but she had practiced this lil' surfing move for days now with them! She wasn't about to just let it go to waste!

Plopping down into the sands near manish , she'd give the friendly player a quick wave before immediately commanding her pokemon. "Sheldon, Hoppy, Water Pulse the big bad fish!" The Squirtle spun around in the sand, building up water pressure inside its cheeks before spraying a huge blast of water out towards Kyogre. Her Froakie followed suit, bouncing around the sand excitedly as it blasted a few weaker blasts of water, but strikes nonetheless.

"Glacia! Freeze some fish! Avalanche!" The Bergmite immediately loud out a cheer, raising its little body up as icy clouds began to form up above, raining down huge chunks of ice. Or at least, until the chunks of ice seemingly phased right through the Kyogre, slamming into the sand dunes nearby. "Oh, that is so unfair!" She quickly shouted, scrambling in the sand for a more solid footing.

"Has it always been doing that?" Laguna would shout out to her fellow players, hoping for some kind of response. "I know it's in beta, but this is ridiculous!"

Laguna in Zone A
Active: Squirtle (340/350) Froakie (130/150) Bergmite (340/350)

Standby: Popplio (150/150)

Attacks:
Squirtle: Charge Attack = 80 Damage
Kyogre: 49,335

Froakie: Fast Attack x2 = 29 Damage
Kyogre: 49,306

Bergmite: Charge Attack = 9̵ ̵d̸a̶m̴a̴g̷e̸
Kyogre: 4̸9̷,̶3̴0̸6̶
GLITCHED

"I'm late!" Laguna scrambled as she logged back into the game, double-checking her pokemon in her current party.

The first real raid of the game was beginning in just moments and she might not make it in time! She had missed the immediate preperations for the raid, an unfortunate series of circumstances kept her busy. "Bluh, landlords suck. Probably not more than world-ending fish gods, but I suppose we will see, won't we?"

Glacia her Bergmite was already by her side, excitedly sliding all around as it cried out in agreement with their trainer. They didn't know what a landlord was, but they didn't really care all that much either. Thunder cracked in the distance, and Laguna quickly began to sprint towards the coast.

"I'm coming!" She shouted out to no one in particular, Bergmite sliding around like a hockey puck against the ground.

Support: Popplio
Tank: Bergmite, Squirtle:
Sweeper: Froakie

There he was. That dang frog. It still looked drowsy and not exactly all there, as if its fight recently with her Popplio had drained it of its energy.

Her Popplio barked by her side, clearly ready for revenge. Her newly hatched Bergmite waddled around on the sand as if it had no idea what it was. "You know dears, I could probably just throw a Pokeball at it now, it looks pretty weak-"

And just like that, her Popplio had already flung itself off towards the Froakie, an Aquat Jet slamming into the side of the Froakie caught unaware, attempting to bite back.

"O-oh! Geez, Marina that's uncalled for!" She'd cry out, grabbing the golden Pokeball at her hip and quickly tossing it. "When we get back, we're totally discussing your anger management!"

Popplio frowned at that, finally picking up the shell she had fought so hard for to begin with.

"... Okay, but you can keep the shell. Just don't attack without permission again! You could get us in some bad situations!" And with that, she finally chucked the Pokeball, hoping to capture the Froakie. "You two are going to be the best of friends, so help me!"

Both pokemon looked weak at this point, there was no telling who would be the real victor in the end. Laguna bit her lip as the tension built. "Come on! Marina! You can do this! I believe in you!"

The Froakie was clearly worse off for wear, stumbling where it stood, drowsy, distracted, and dizzy. Her Popplio was simply beaten up, visible injuries a-plenty, but she was still eager to fight. She let out a cry, clearly attempting their best to appear threatening.

"Aqua Jet!" Laguna cried out, just as the Froakie clearly attempted to slam into the other with a Quick Attack. Both were moving so fast, it was hard for her to see what was happening as sand went flying.

She could only hope her Pokemon would return victorious.

The frozen cold wind slowed down the Froakie down just enough that a multitude of frozen shards slammed into its virtual body. Despite the successful strike, her Popplio wasn't completely un-harmed. The bubbles struck Marina hard, sending her tumbling down across the sandbank.

"Marina!" Laguna shouted, losing sight of her pokemon as the Froakie suddenly leaped across the sandbank to continue to attack it, now out of view. "Icy Wind again! It worked last time, keep it up!"

Sure enough, a massive gust of wind blew once again this time even chilling Laguna to the bone as it washed over her.

Unbeknownst to her, however, her egg had slowly begun to crack.