To the rocket members, their assailant moved like lightning, kicking punching anyone with the extreme agility ninjas were known for.

Their addled minds couldn't process Virah's movements fast enough to aim their guns, let alone be able to pull the trigger.

The poison specialist moved to and fro the street, weaving into enemy lines and taking them out with blows aimed at vital areas such as the neck, head, and chest.

Soon, the digital scream that followed a Pokeball being popped echoed out across the smoke, unfortunately for them, only a few of the Pokemon that got released were resistant to the toxic gas that enveloped the street.

And with Virah running around inside of it, the toxic air only became more noxious as time went on.

With each second that ticked, the poison present within the mist became thicker, and it will get bad enough to the point that even inhaling a bit of the smoke would cause the victim to be inflicted with the Toxic status.

It didn't care if its victims were human or Pokemon, only that it was inhaled.

As the mindless gas started to knock people unconscious, Virah finished the last of her enemies, the Pokemon released from within the fog were quickly incapacitated, either from the poison or from Virah's electic baton.

Virah stepped over the Zubat she had recently taken out, the smoke grenades in her hands were shivering from pressure and hissing with excitement, their shells bobbed up and down like the ocean's waves, the Water Stone within growing restless.

Virah tossed the items inside the building and they rolled into the door before finally stopping, their now stationary forms caused them to stand up on one side, then gravity took over and pressed them downward, popping the internal lock and releasing more gas into the building.

Panic.

That was the sound emerging from within, Virah let them go around screaming as she looted the grunts she had just taken out.

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Touching their lifeless bodies for the first time disturbed her but she deemed that it was for a greater cause, one that'll save innocents and sacrifice criminals.

Virah let go of the cold hand she was holding and hid the key inside her pouch.

She then turned her attention to the door of the building, her glowing eyes scanned it for any signs of escape, her Aura perception allowed her to look past the thick, poisonous smoke and directly into the glowing, and slowly dimming, Aura's of Pokemon and humans from beyond the opening.

Virah stepped forward with a Kunai in her hand, the guilt she was feeling was melted away by the poison coursing through her veins and she passed the dead bodies littering the entrance of the building with sheer disinterest.

One by one, she looted them, picking up cash while leaving corpses and weapons, she had spent a lot on vitamins sometime back, and her finance wouldn't recover by themselves.

Once the pockets of the corpses in front of the door were emptied, Virah moved on to the ones hidden inside the building, she had more grenades held between her fingers, their quivering forms ready to be tossed into tight hallways and cramped rooms.

Virah looted every single person she came across, not a single one was spared and when she got to a safe, she broke it open with a simple kick, her Aura did most of the work by melting the steel after the impact.

Soon, Virah found herself standing in front of a locked door, she tried to pry it open, it didn't budge.

She raised her foot and kicked the door down, "you guys are still alive?"

Her ethereal voice echoed from the two clouds of gas seeping out of her mask, the sound was audibly far, as though the speaker was whispering from a great distance, and yet realistically close, because Virah was standing in front of them.

The rocket grunts pointed their weapons at her as she stepped into the room, the toxic smoke outside of it seemingly following her glowing form as she did so.

The mist quickly seeped into the floor, forming an ankle deep layer of fog that caused the grunts to fall from the pain of their skin and flesh melting from contacting the toxic fog.

Virah took out her kunai, "I'll regret this," her voice, ethereal and smooth in its soothing serenade echoed around the walls of the room, "but I'll have to do it sooner rather than later,"

She raised her hand and held the kunai upward, the screams of the grunts, much like themselves during Virah's attack, were locked inside the room, safely contained and unable to escape.

As Virah walked out of the airtight room, someone teleported directly outside of the building.

Lithos waved to the Alakazam as the Pokemon turned transparent before becoming a ray of light that swiftly got squeezed upward, the transparent beams soon folded into nothingness, leaving nothing behind.

With his ride now gone, the newly minted Rocket Executive turned to the street chock full of purple smoke, "well, well, well," Lithos clicked his tongue, "guess Koga's mooks are around here too,"

He reached out for his starter's Pokeball and he felt the Steelix resting within shiver in anticipation in what they were about to do, then he paused.

The boss would want the corpse of the person responsible wouldn't he?

And the boss would also hate it if another series of Earthquakes ruined this part of Goldenrod, especially when it'll put them in the League's radar again.

Lithos hummed, "sorry Consti," he patted the Pokeball wafting with disappointment, "I'm going to have to make things personal,"

Lithos' Aura flared to life, steel coated his skin, covering it in glistening armor that caused a glossy shine to glow on its surface, underneath, his flesh started to harden, becoming tougher than steel yet more flexible and malleable than tin.

The Rocket Executive grinned and jumped down, whoever was messing with this branch needed to pay, and he'd make sure they go back to the boss as a teeny, tiny present in the shape of a box.