the room goes dark. pitch dark. and the music abruptly comes to a stop. he pauses, questioning himself; is this a dream? is he hallucinating? he hears kim's voice call out to him and he reaches out for it, drawn to the silky baritone of the councilman.

"n-no..." 

it couldn't be. he hears the music and he can feel his heart pumping, racing at this point as the lights flashed on in various colors and movements. his eyes stay fixed on kim, locked in a trance as his jaw drops, hangs; he's frozen in place.

"k-kim..." 

politoed's out. down for the count. the mystical ways of kim's dancing combined with the song and effects is enough to faint the water-type. alexander would have fallen too but he feels a PHANTOM FORCE catching him. 

he stands there in utter and complete awe and admiration at what he's seeing. this is it. the battle is over and kim has won.

kim cole-essam