UNFINISHED STAB: Round Six SpectatorDereis's mood was melancholy as he road out of the ruins. He lost. Shit. How can a rain cloud even happen indoors. Really! He looked at the pokeballs in his clip, he was going to need to heal them. They had the losers do stuff around the island, right? Might as well, has nothing else to do but build guardsman. "Take us back Nos," he ordered his Bibarel. Nostradamus rose to his hind legs, fell, and waddled off into the distance. Nothing else to do but call that bitch and tell her that he lost.Wait, no. There was a alarm coming from the city. Dereis yelled, "MUSH," and Nostradamus sped up into the town. He looked around at the havoc, and couldn't help but stare at the sky. Shouldn't be able to see the moon this clearly at this time of day. He saw a familiar face, the Luthor boy that took orders from his talking pokemon. He got Nostradamus to stop. "You!""wha-huh!?" he spun around at the person yelling at him from behind."What's going on here?" Dereis asked. Luthor pointed to the sky.