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_{[Fortunately, they're in a relatively safe outer circle of the blast range-- the last thing Moltres wanted to do was literally toast the humans and Pokemon it was trying to save. But a good old-fashioned Protect can't hurt, after all.]

[When the blaze dims enough to see anything other than the inside of their own eyelids, they'll see the Nihilego reeling backwards, smoking and smoldering-- and Moltres on the sand (which is glittering at its feet-- the heat scorched a path of glass between it and the otherworldly foe.]

[Heather's jaw is just.]

[Figuratively on the ground.]

[Like she's just making this face]}