[+] Use Ghost Attacks

{if@ nonexistentvariable > 100000}Author's Note: Because you're not in Game Mode (Ya, I can tell), Lysa will be Psychic after this chapter. Not too late to start game mode, jump through a couple chapters and have her be Ghost type if you want it for the rest of the story. It affects more then just picking chapters with [Ghost] tag, though I have those as well. Hope you enjoy either way.

{endif}

"If its a fight you want, that's what you'll get." Remy threatens the blonde daredevil.

"Good, cause you didn't have a chance at running away!" she taunts them, preparing for battle

Remy gets angry at her retort but he clears his mind.. closes his eyes and goes with his gut, shouting "Lysa, use Ghost attacks to take her down!"

Lysa jumps into action, black shadow energy filling the battlefield as she prepares her attack. Remy looks on tensely, she listened! The girl brings her hands to her side as an electric burst of purple energy surrounds her - Ghost type energy preparing for a strike!

But Remy's face soon drops as the blonde Rai sprints into action during the charging of the attack - Performing a quick attack to interrupt her!

"Watch out Lysa!" he pleads, voice slightly cracking in concern. But she is aware, her body gracefully glides to the left as Rai charges fist first past where Lysa used to me - a miss!

The bewildered girl swings with momentum into empty air and almost stumbles as her back now faced Lysa. The opportunity attack becomes a direct hit as a powerful blast of purple energy blasts out directly into Rai's back. The powerful hit pummels her face first into the ground, sliding a few feet before being crushed into the earth from the pressure and damage of her beam. Rai looks up from the ground in shock.

"Great hit Lysa!!" Remy shouts, jumping with elation! He can't believe he excitement of battle, it all happening so close - he can feel the energy put off by such a strong attack. But Rai hops up quickly to her feet to recover from her prone position - damaged but still in combat stance. The angry tree dweller grunts as she digs her feet into the earth like a sprint runner preparing to race - a red fire glowing in her eyes.