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SECRETS OF THE SWORD VOL. 2: SPIRIT
POSTED ON Feb 3, 2024 20:20:18 GMT
SECRETS OF THE SWORD
VOL. 2: SPIRIT, CHAPTER 1, EXCERPT BY kyle lopez The poor, unfortunate criminal nearly pisses himself as a boulder jabs out of the ground riiight besides his head.
Not going anywhere, that one.
For his part, Gwyar chuckles, shaking his head before taking the lead, stepping down into the hole.
It goes deep— as one might expect from a secret base. Gwyar is light on his feet as he advances, conscious of both the champ and terrakion behind him, as well as the possible dangers ahead.
Should there be any other poachers ahead, the fact their fellow had not returned yet would surely be suspicious.
Reaching into his belt, Gwyar produced a pokeball, before releasing his Rotom onto the field.
Q took the stage, a grin on his face as he looked around in the sudden dark— before zooming in to get a better look at Kyle and terrakion, the bioluminescence of his own body reflecting on their faces.
"Q." Gwyar intoned, somewhat reproachful. On, well, cue, the rotom spun to face him, flashing back towards him. "Scout ahead. If their pokemon aren't out... take them down."
Q nodded with a grin, before disappearing into the wall.
Gwyar nodded back at Kyle and Terrakion, before continuing their advance.
Q's head slid out of rock. The tunnel had lead into a wide open area— one poorly furnished, however.
On one end of the chamber, a box replete of ultra balls could be seen.
Three men were sat on some plastic stools around a wooden table, all holding cards in their hands. A deck was at the center, and before the sole unocupied stool, a hand of cards had been left.
Casually, one of the man reached over to check the abandoned cars. None of the other two stopped him or said anything really, merely sighing as they all looked back at the tunnel.
"He's taking forever." One of them noted, scowling.
Another slowly reached for his belt, humming thoughtfully.
"Think he might've...?"
"Tch."
Slowly, both men stood up, hands on their belts. The man looking under the discarded cards groaned, dropping his own cards before rising as well.
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