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Post by steven stone on May 20, 2013 23:22:21 GMT -5
The sound of creaking metal had drawn the former Champion's attention in time to see a light post fall forward from where it stood on the lower level of the city, next to the Gym perched on the northern end.
He had barely set foot on the ground five minutes earlier and something had managed to go wrong.
The light post crashed against one of the bridges connecting the areas of higher elevation, and Steven acted accordingly. People were watching, after all. There's an image he's obligated to maintain.
A single pokemon was released from its pokeball - his second Metagross - and landed before him, its red eyes surveying the situation before its trainer gave a command. "Psychic. Right it and re-shape the metal toward the base to stabilize." His pokemon acted accordingly, the 'x' on its face taking on an iridescent glow as it cast out its psychic energy toward the pole, lifting it from the bridge with its mind and straightening it, before molding the metal toward the base that had weakened enough to cause the object to fall.
At least it was late enough in the afternoon that there were only a few people out at the time.
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