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The excitement of the crowd falters as Bryan himself takes the stage, perhaps recognizing the silhouette and mask, if nothing else.

Everyone there was eager to see blood, but none were willing to be the next victim. Such were the sort that were attracted to these nonsensical, gladiatorial spectacles.

It looked to be as though the night might end early, few willing to become the Wolf's latest pray.

And then, a single hooded man broke off from the crowd, sauntering towards crudely drawn 'ring' until he was several feet across from the masked man.

Hooded man vs Masked man, it seemed.

The hooded man stretched his body with a few grunts, taking his sweet time before sending out a Scizor into the field, the pokémon landing on its feet lightly.

It, too, began to stretch, before finally punching the air in front of it in the Grimmsnarl's general direction.

"Let's play, friend." The masked man said, voice pitched low.

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"I got a question for ya." The man before Bryan said as the battle began in earnest.

His Scizor's weight shifted as the Grimmsnarl leapt at it, the bug bouncing from one leg to the other before taking a step back as the powerful arms came crashing down upon concrete floors, The Scizor's laser focus allowing it to see the little details in the dark-fairy type's movements and make appropriate shifts to avoid in turn.

"Is there a reason ya joined rocket?" The hooded man asked, lightly tilting his head, tone honest.

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It was certainly a lightfooted pokemon. With its light metal ability, it had retained a considerable measure of its agility as a Scyther.

And it seemed determined to use this to just dodge and run around the other monster like a bitch, leaping all over the arena to avoid the other.

"Is it?" The masked man asked casually, before scratching at his chin as he hummed in thought. "Yeah, I guess it is... Hm. Join? Well, I am lookin' to make a change."

He couldn't say that revolution was not appealing to him nowadays.

"But I'm also wonderin' why someone as obviously capable as ya joined." He said after a moment, praising the man's abilities. After all, anyone who reached the level of 'beast' within rocket, was someone who could probably become a gym leader or competitive battler with relative ease.

They were people who had options.

"So... yeah. If ya don't mind me asking... why?"

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Neither trainer was really paying much attention anymore, but the entire arena was filling up with Scizors; Double Team, baby. The bug's entire philosophy throughout the fight seemed to be 'run for it and never look back' and so far it had followed it down to the letter spectacularly.

But back to their trainers, however... Well now, wasn't Wolf Mask being awfully sharing with the class. The story seemed a little too personal to be a lie, a little too boldly spoken to be rehearsed...

"You've lived a harsh life." He said softly. "Now me, huh...?"

Alright then, he would take the man's word for it. He would bite.

The hooded man shifted his weight, the darkened face underneath the hood seemingly looking more directly at the man.

"My village was burned to the ground." He said.

He could still remember the first attack clear as day. Somehow, they hadn't been expecting it, despite the horrible news traveling the region. A tiny farming village in the backwoods of the Viridian County; why them?

It didn't matter in the end. After barely surviving and fending off the first attack, the second one leveled the village to the ground and scattered its few survivors to the four winds.

"My childhood friends were killed in the escape." Them, their parents, the soldiers escorting them. The sight of the torn up bodies, smell of burning flesh, the pain of searing heat, the fear and impotence of an unsurmountable evil; it was all seared into his memory- scarred into his body.

"My father was lynched." Him and several other refugees, dragged out of their homes and made an example out of for daring to think escaping to another region meant freedom.

He fell silent after.

"You tell me. What I am?"

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There was anger in him. His father, reduced to a fool for running away with his family from the people who had burnt down everything they had to the ground.

But this fury had existed in him for years by now. The hatred he held for Rocket... it was something he had learned to live with. Learned to control.

"Wrong, Mr. Wolfie." The youth said as the rocket mega evolved his pokemon.

Despite the sudden change in weight classes, the young man remained steadfastly calm, and in turn, his pokemon also maintained its own cool, its faith in its trainer unshakeable even before a stacked deck.

"I don't know you." He said, slowly raising his hand to point at Wolf. "And I've got shit to do. Unfortunately, revenge's ain't worth the time investment."

He had already invested too much on dorian westcliff. He didn't have the time left for the entire organization, let alone some guy he didn't even know.

"The reason I'm here..." He said as energy crackled through his digits, a rainbow of color emerging as he opened his hand and let his Mega Keystone dangle from it, glowing brightly as 'Snooze' came crashing onto an awaiting Scizor. "Is that Rocket's bullshit gets in the way of my plans."

As the attack crashed into the Scizor, the raw mega energy coalesced around the pokemon in form of a black egg, shielding the pokemon from the attack with raw, overflowing power as it transformed.

The egg cracked and then shattered to pieces, revealing Mega Scizor's full form.

And then, it blurred out of sight, appearing in front of the Mega Grimmsnarl with its fist cocked back.

And the shadowy figure? His fingers curled back as he lightly cocked his hand, finger gunning at wolf.

"So Mr. Wolfie... Kindly go to sleep." He said, before before bringing his thumb down. "Bang."

A sudden flash of pink. Something flew at Bryan at high speed, seeking to ram into its chest.

And the world turned to pain.

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So this was what a battle between avatars looked like... Two smug cunts acting like they were invincible at one another. Doug had to admit, he felt a little self-conscious at his own behavior, but he had to embrace it.

Better to act overconfident than to lose his cool as he had during the excursion underneath the Church. Ever since the events of that day, he had realized just how thoroughly in over his head he had been up until now.

He couldn't afford to be a normal kid in these situations anymore. He had survived his incompetence in Sootopolis by pure luck, and in the Catacombs, by Lele's grace.

He needed to be more; more than a kid, more than a soldier, more than a gym leader, and more than a human.

He needed to be the Avatar of a God.

Even if only for a moment, he needed to embrace the power bestowed upon him, and truly believe he was invincible. If it made it so that he could keep his cool for even a second longer—

"Yer methods? I don't remember using civilians as meat shields." He replied at Wolf as he cocked his finger gun, looking carefully at the other avatar. "And I dunno who that is. Yer a little old for name-calling, don'cha think?"

The man had been floored, but it didn't look as though the scales had begun to work their magic yet. They were intended to heal first and foremost; even if they could harm, they were not immediate, unlike the guns he was mimicking.

The scales were a slow, insidious killer.

"I dunno that either." He replied to the other's question, sounding a little smug. It was a half lie- he certainly didn't know how it worked. "But ya've got bigger problems, Wolf Mask."

All around them, League officers began to file in with pokemon and weapons alike, authoritative voices ringing through the Arena as people were rounded up.

"The Jig's up, Wolf. I'm takin' you in." The young man said as he took a step towards the other avatar...

And then...

Massive tree branches suddenly tore out from beneath the floor, sending Doug stumbling back as the wolf's voice rose over the chaos around them.

"Tch!" He grunted, eyes wide underneath his hood as he brought his averted attention back to the masked Beast- only to find the man melting into the wood. "No!"

Doug ran into the wood just as the Beast fully disappeared into the effigy of the tree of life, leaving the younger avatar trapped inside while he escaped.

"DAMN IT!" Shouted Doug as he punched the wood in frustration, teeth tightly grit. "Raagh! Why the hell was I running my damn mouth?!"

He was supposed to be confident, not a goddamn caricature! Banging his fist against the wood yet again, the youth reached for a net ball whilst breathing in and out. He needed to calm down, and pursue...!

He would realize moments later that whatever this tree was, he would need to wait it out, because it did not allow him to leave.

Much cursing ensued.

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As Bryan picked at the scales in his chest, he would find them dissipating into nothing- some dissipating into his skin as he pulled them away.

The pain the unknown avatar's shot had left behind suddenly began to dissipate, swiftly healing up as they normally would.

And it was then that things got truly painful for the immortal young man.

The skin on his chest began to bubble up as the body seemingly over-compensated, tumors of extra skin and muscle forming over his former injury and inflating quickly before-!

This process would repeat for the next several minutes before the effect finally ran off. On any other man, it might well have been a death sentence; on The Immortal, it was simply a lot of pain, again and again.