A shoulder massage helped level out Sparky some. She was still clearly pissed, but instead of charging recklessly, she turned that anger into barbs instead. 

"You look like an accordion fucked a croissant," Sparky said, winding electrified webs around her arms. "I'm going to straighten you out." 

"Observational humor, wow." the Golisopod clapped. It was a very sarcastic, slow clap. "I was expecting more."

"You're right. When you look that funny naturally, you really don't need my help."

That one got an eyebrow raise from the Golisopod, which meant Sparky had finally scored a point. With a vicious grin, she snapped the webbing around her arm and wiggled her fingers. "Got a name, or do I have to come up with one for you?" 

"Ooh, what you got?"

"Two beautiful girlfriends, a witch who can't stop staring at my ass, and a huge dick. Is that mask on wrong? You can see, right?"

That got a snort out of Morgan, who absolutely had been staring at Sparky's butt. "So tempted to stop Hurricane and soak you both. You're insufferable."

They were a little, but it was good to hear her Sparky get back on form and keep the Golisopod too distracted to start fighting. Calcine being punched out into the storm exposed them, and a needle-throwing sniper was out there looking to take advantage. Morgan's Hurricane was doing a fantastic job keeping the rain and needles off them, but it also put them in the center of a whirlpool, blocking Brandy from seeing anything outside the Hurricane except vague colors and shapes. A regular lady would be out of luck, but Brandy's eyes were really good these days, letting her glean a few details from the shadowy blobs beyond the water wall. 

One of the shadow blobs had a soft red glow, which had to be a fired-up Calcine.  She was tied up with another figure who was trying to get away from her, moving in quick bursts of speed. She was not a brawler then, but nothing about the shape gave away more. 

There was only one other shape left out there, their third opponent. Their shadow kept blossoming with pinpricks of yellow, snapping electricity that was arcing along her body. The shadow pulsed, and a needle soared out of the hurricane, dead on target to punch into Morgan's chest. It was going too fast to dodge, too fast to even bark a warning. Brandy could have drawn a line in the air to the exact spot where it would hit Morgan. 

Brandy snatched out with her fingers, grabbing that deadly line in her mind's eye and cutting it off short. Her fingertips briefly burned as they squeezed down on something hard, a long, thin black needle with a grey tip. 

"Damn." the Golisopod clapped. A real one this time. "I can't even shit talk that, that was sick."

Brandy held up the needle she'd just plucked out of the air and twirled it around her finger, a little bit of dexterity that felt as effortless to do as grabbing it had been. Morgan's Super Luck inheritance and it'd just made her look incredibly badass. No wonder Morgan was smirking ear to ear now. 

"Sparky," Brandy held out the needle and pressed it into Sparky's palm. "Go use this on Collie over there."

"Collie the Goli?" Sparky said, sticking the needle to the web and looping it around her finger to give herself a makeshift claw. "Nice one, Brandy. A dumb name for a dumb lady."

"I can feel Brandy working towards that Colander pun," Collie said, her large armored arms spreading out, the thick claws clicking together in a rippling tune as she flexed each one. "Come on then, I hope your fighting is better than your jokes."

"She's heavy, keep the Agility up. Try to stick her legs with a web whip." Brandy patted Sparky's butt and pushed her forward. "I'll work on getting you some backup."

Sparky dashed forward, her body leaned down low, and her arms spread out. Collie withdrew into her armor, all four arms folded over her chest as metal plates clicked around her. They didn't wholly conceal her; there was a slit about the width of a hand that stretched up to Collie's purple skull-shaped mask. She'd used First Impression already, and as devastating a blow as it'd been, at least that Move wouldn't show up again. This was a defensive Move, from the glossy shine of the new scales, probably Iron Defence. Sparky would only get a chance to Bug Bite her if they could crack her out of her armor. 

Collie had the reach, and she used it, one claw smashing down into the deck in front of Sparky to stop her running and the other coming in to swat Sparky like a fly against the back of her hand. Sparky just raised a foot, and it stuck to Collie's arm like she'd spread glue all over her foot, effortlessly running up the near vertical incline, trailing her arms along the armor plating to let the electric webs wrapped around her arms spread electrical shocks all along the length of the long limb. Unfortunately, the shocks didn't seem to do much; Collie's body appeared to be a shell she wore like a power suit, the squishy feeling part of her safety nestled inside it. 

Sparky had one of those needles that'd fit through the gaps in the armor to poke at Collie. Getting it there would be challenging. The Golisopod was very protective of her center. Those massive arms were thicker than Sparky's waist, which made them pretty damn huge. They easily swept her away with a flurry of wildly swinging blows that Sparky avoided by bouncing between them, cackling as she tried to find a gap to shove her needle into, but her follow-up was always too sluggish to catch Sparky.

"She's throwing about her weight, only fast in straight lines," Brandy said out loud, Morgan giving a quick nod of agreement. "Can you shorten the width of your Hurricane? Catch her in the back with it."

"Smart." Morgan snapped her wings up to the heavens, and the walls of her Hurricane closed in.

There was a massive spray of water when it finally reached the Golisopod's back, the pressure of the winds smashing the water into her shell and knocking her off balance, one claw scraping along the ground for support. Sparky took the opening, swinging under the arm that kept Collie upright and stabbing forward with the needle, sliding it through the gap in Collie's armor. The needle sunk in, and Sparky wrapped a web around it. Collie's massive claw grabbed and threw her away, but it was useless. Sparky had a tether on her now, and she was pouring electricity into it. Collie locked her feet in a wide stance as she began to moan blissfully inside her shell. A few licks of electricity bounced into the water on the deck and raced away to the Lightning Rod Pokémon, but it was only a tiny portion of it. Lightning Rod screwed with Sparky's ranged blasts, but it couldn't do much about direct contact, even if that contact were through a lengthy web tether. 

Without help, Collie would lose her mind inside her shell, and clearly, the Pokémon on the outside knew it. While the mysterious one played chase with Calcine, the needle-throwing Pokémon dove through the water wall, landing in a crouch with one hand on the deck and the other gracefully outstretched. 

"Mine," Morgan immediately called out, and it wasn't a mystery why. The new lady had a gloriously fat ass, and the black diving suit with yellow lining she wore just showed off how round it was. Not to say she didn't have a nice pair of breasts to go with it, but it just couldn't compete with the sheer hip power her athletic body was perched on. She also wore a mask on the lower half of her face with twin yellow filters that'd help her breathe better in the seawater. It was so distinctive that Brandy knew what Pokémon she was even before she noticed her black hair sticking out in messy long clumps tipped with grey or the spikes poked through the swimsuit along her arms and all down her back. Pincurchin, a pure Electric Type who loved to live near water, so they'd have no shortage of Water Types to fawn over them.

She raised an arm back, and her golden eyes shone as her whole body lit up with a massive surge of electricity. Her feet were planted into a sprinter pose as she aimed towards Collie. 

"Sparky, drop the web!" Brandy yelled, and then the Pincurchin exploded forward like a cannonball, slashing across the battlefield and right through Sparky's web. Thankfully, Sparky had let go because if she'd kept holding, she'd have been slingshotted into the ocean. She exploded like an electrified bomb when she stopped, electricity spreading into Morgan's water-soaked hurricane and crackling along its whole length, lightning up the makeshift arena painfully bright.

"You good girl?" the Pincurchin called to Collie as Sparky's electrified web writhed about on the deck. "I can kiss it better if you're hurt." 

"Eat me, Milo," Collie hissed, the needle Sparky had stuck with her clicking against the deck as she threw it away. "She stuck me with one of your spikes."

"I'll make it up to you, babe; you know I always do." her bodysuit crackled, the ends of her spikes glowing a bright yellow as she set her golden eyes on Morgan. "Can start by barbequing a bird for us all. That Hurricane is getting on my tits."

"I'd happily take care of your tits." Morgan whistled, "Need to bury my face in something while I knead that ass."

Great. Now, all her partners had someone they were getting distracted by. Had Monique planned this fight? It didn't seem possible she could, but the matchups she had right now seemed tailored to be awful to her team. They needed Calcine to get back to them. They needed her serious head even more than her big hits right now.

She wasn't far off. Brandy would have to step up until then. The first step was to cool everyone off and try to reset this fight, even if it was going to suck to pull off. 

"Morgan, drop the Hurricane. Need you fighting." 

The bird was eager to get stuck in, so she trimmed her wings and grabbed the edge of her hat. The rain returned with a vengeance, waves of it pounding down on them and soaking them to the bone. Collie laughed over the relentless watery drumbeat. "What a move, now you can't even see!" 

"Yeah, hardly fair, is it?" Brandy said, then took a breath to scream. "Calcine! Smokescreen!" 

Black smoke billowed up and threw everyone in the dark. If Brandy couldn't stop the rain blinding them, at least she could make sure they were just as badly off.