With the world literally being blasted to smithereens around them, the best he could do was look over at the—strange assortment of people that had decided to converge and help Hideo Kino out with the—

What the fuck? Was all this? Legendary… oh, that made his head hurt!

Too many words made his head spin—for one thing, he was more of an individual who preferred action. That much was clear.

And then everything went to shit in one singular moment.

Attacks going off everywhere, him wondering if Gwyar Wledig was still alive (the crazy ol’ man) and then the flash-bang of powerful attacks exploding helter-skelter, the thing at their feet suddenly glowing with a strange power and coming alive—

Honestly, what the hell was going on?!

(Maybe it was a good thing he’d recalled Mustang, after all… but then it left him open to the incoming—)

Not one, but two bursts of light came pouring forth from within his jacket—one silhouette transforming into a slim reptile he knew by her stance alone, while the other—

The other—

The other beam of red light had transformed into the hulking, familiar form of…

“Luxu! Al—no, no, no, get fucking back here!” he all but screamed, fumbling for his Salazzle and Golurk’s Pokéballs within his overcoat and failing to pull them out in time as the light all but literally atomized the two Pokémon that had gone out to protect him from the worst of the blast.

The worst…

Arashi hadn’t noticed that his own right arm (yes, the prosthetic one) had also been blown off in the process, since he had to raise his left arm to his face to shield his own eyes from getting toasted alive due to the force of the Prismatic Laser attack (not that he knew what it was, no) incinerating most anything it could reach.



Once the light faded…

Only then did he realize that his right arm was missing. Literally blown into smithereens. But he didn’t care. He. Didn’t care.

All he wanted to do now…

…was to kill the motherfucker that had taken his Golurk and Salazzle away from him!

Two more beams of red light emerged from his person—Ira, his Tyrantrum; and Ava, his Noivern.

“Follow… follow Hideo’s Pokémon,” he hissed.

It was on.

It was fucking on.



Whatever that big-ass black thing was that had thrown that attack that had taken down two of his longest, oldest companions—

That fuckin’ bitch is going down!

At the same time, the Noivern used Tailwind, while the Tyrantrum prepared to rampage with a Dragon Dance as they made a beeline for the Phantom Force that Hideo’s Banette had summoned for them to get to their intended destination much quicker.

As an afterthought, since his Noivern and Tyrantrum were now shadowing Hideo’s Dustox (and whatever else Pokémon were going to follow them), he summoned his Rapidash once more—the Rapidash alarmed at the stench of death all around them, but Arashi paid it no heed.

“Be strong, Mustang,” he continued in that same hiss as he swung himself up on the equine’s back (with some difficulty, considering he only had one arm to balance himself as opposed to two) before looking over where Hideo (and the others were gathered, not that he recognized any single one of them)—

“Whatever the fuck we’re doing. We’re going to beat the shit out of that thing,” he went on as he pointed with his remaining arm at the Necrozma.

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• Necrozma goes apeshit, used Prismatic Laser on everything
• Arashi’s Salazzle and Golurk emerge from their Pokéballs to take the hit for him!
• Salazzle and Golurk are dead, jim. They fuckin’ DEAD
• Arashi just watches as the last vestiges of his home, from all the way in Enju, are evaporated in the aftermath of the attack
• And now he’s mcfucking PISSED
• Summoned Noivern and Tyrantrum!
• Noivern begins preparations with Tailwind, Tyrantrum gets ready with a Dragon Dance
• Both Tyrantrum and Noivern are following Hideo’s Dustox via Banette Phantom Force portal towards Xerneas
• Arashi only belatedly realizes his right arm has been blasted off as well
• Fuck that Necrozma!
• Summoned his Rapidash (again), climbs aboard Mustang’s back with difficulty
• ‘Where you go, I’m fucking following. To the depths of hell.’
• TO THE DEPTHS OF HELL