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TFW PRELUDE: MOSSDEEP SCENARIO B-1
POSTED ON Jul 16, 2024 23:11:13 GMT
TFW PRELUDE
MOSSDEEP SCENARIO B-1, ft. Zev Harcourt He was snapped out of his stupor by the deafening sound of launching spacecrafts.
The avatar moved sharply, arms raising, and Gwyar reflexively began to move to interfere with whatever he planned to do.
Several things happened in quick succession.
As the god general's pokemon flew towards him, the water at their feet exploded outwards as a battered, burnt Gengar arose, shadowy tendrils reaching for the nearest pokemon—
It so happened to be the Infernape.
They slithered over its limbs and around its chest as the ghost attached itself to its back, weighing it down as their fates became intricately aligned, dragging it back into the splashing water in a moment of desperation.
The Gengar was out of the fight, but would not go out alone.
And still, things were far from over.
His eyes still on the enemy commander, Gwyar saw him raise his hands towards the sky.
"Stop him!" He ordered suddenly, his Aegislash launching forth without a second thought even as the Golurk's attack came towards the gym leader.
The man raised his own hand, it glowing brightly before a barrier came between him and the thunder, repelling skyward and away from the water at his feet.
The Aegislash shone brightly as it suddenly spun itself upright, it's blade aglow like a thousand torches—
It unleashed a devastasting Light of Ruin against the avatar—
And that light was cleaved in twain by the other's beam, cutting through both spacecraft and clouds as it swept broadly across the sky.
As debris descended back to earth, a single satellite rising towards the sky, the gym leader, wide eyed and with his jaw clenched, could only observe in silence.
Light of Ruin had been completely sheared through. Everything in its path had been eviscerated as if made of wet paper.
Would King's Shield work on such a thing? Could it be risked? Why not just use it repeatedly? Could it be used repeatedly—
A myriad questions, both practical and emotional, ran through his mind, but the conclusion was the same.
That was a catastrophe waiting to happen.
He really should've argued more firmly for Navy to be in Mossdeep.
The only certain(?) defense was Greyson Connors, but he hadn't heard from the man yet— he was likely still busy with the north.
A bead of sweat rolled down the back of his neck as he took in a deep breath.
It seemed he had run out of luck on the draw.
Soon he may even run out of tricks, too.
He could scarcely believe he had even allowed himself to come under these circumstances. Hoenn wasn't even his home— the league was not the sort of institution that inspired suicidal faith in him, either...
But still... the people of Mossdeep had set their hopes on him. Fools that they were, that hoennians appeared to be, they had decided to place their lot in him after such a short time.
And what would he be if he didn't meet, nay, exceed those expectations? He was, as ever, a professional. And his standards for himself remained the highest of them all.
"Let's see if fortune truly favors the bold." The man muttered as he stepped forth, grip on his blade firm.
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