The moment N decided to take a step outside, he had a feeling something was wrong. Even before he exited the Pokemon Center door, Zorua-- perched faithfully on his shoulder-- began to growl warningly, and the sounds outside were equally as intimidating. The vengeful cries and sounds of wreckage made him tremble, but he didn't hesitate for long before he marched out the doors. There was no way he was going to stand idly by, fearing for both the Pokemon and for the new outsiders.

Instantly, he was assaulted by a sudden, powerful gale-- one that seemed to cut at his face and clothes like daggers. N had barely enough time to identify the attack as Gust before the force of it sent Zorua careening from his shoulder. He whirled around and bolted for her, scooping her into his arms just as the attacker swooped down and hovered before him.

A Sigilyph. N took a step back, stunned.

"I can fight, lemme fight, N!" Zorua protested, but N ignored her, instead clutching her protectively against his chest. Zigzagoon, loyally at his side, stepped forward instead, baring his fangs and yapping insistently.

"You aren't meant to be here, friend," N began, trying to keep his voice steady as the Sigilyph loomed over him, third eye darting about agitatedly. "You are far from home... Go back. It needs your protection--"

"Correct," the Sigilyph answered quickly, voice hollow and quick. "It needs protection. From outsiders. From trespassers. From you."

N froze. But that couldn't be, could it? He wasn't an outsider-- this was his home too. It... couldn't be. "You don't understand, I--"

He was interrupted by a yelp from Zigzagoon, and turned to see the raccoon Pokemon dangling from a Golett's hand, held up by the tail. Instinctually, he made a dash for the pair, grabbing the Golett's wrist with one hand, still holding Zorua with the other. He spoke pleadingly, looking into rage-filled eyes: "Stop it! Leave him be-- cease this!" Thinking quickly, he brought out Zigzagoon's Pokeball-- the Great Ball he had accidentally captured the Pokemon with. In a moment, Zigzagoon was gone, and the Golett was left clutching thin air. And he reached for Zorua's--

A shadow loomed over him, and just as he looked up, the Sigilyph crashed into his skull. Pain exploded behind his eyes, blinding him for a moment and sending him sprawling. He held onto Zorua desperately, still clutching her feebly as he collapsed.

"N! ... N!" Zorua yipped, squirming out of his arms and attempting to lick the blood from his face. "N, you're okay! You're okay! C'mon!"

"Zorua..." he mumbled dazedly. He was going to tell her to run, but the sharp throb in his head placed the words in an impossible jumble.

The Sigilyph hovered closer. "Pokemon of the outsider. You are an enemy too."

"Yeah, that's right!" Zorua growled, shrouding herself in an Illusion-- a second N standing over the first. "Leave us alone!" She leapt at the Sigilyph, tearing it out of the air by one wing. It shrieked in alarm, beating its other wing angrily and sending waves of Psychic energy at its attacker. None of them had any effect.

Kept conscious by the sounds of violence, N began to struggle to his feet. Why was this happening? --No, wait... He knew exactly why. He should have known the breach of the Entralink would have had more dire consequences. He was so ready to introduce the world to them-- teach them how to respect it in their time here, protect it from them. In this case, it would be the exact opposite-- protect them from it.

But he couldn't even stand upright. Some excuse for a hero he was.

"Zorua, stop it... Stop, both of you...!" His voice wasn't nearly as strong as he would have hoped, and it went ignored.