the TNT punch [m]
posted Jun 12, 2020 6:02:54 GMT
Royalty is wasted on those who don't achieve definition in conflict and build their own legacy.
Perhaps he didn't look the part of a bouncer. And he imagined the sight of Isra, who was a little shorter than him and certainly a lot lighter, wasn't something the pair of rookie League trainers took seriously either. But when one of them had summoned his Feraligatr into the dark alleyway they presided over in the Upper District, they had foolishly sealed their fate tonight.
A valuable lesson in 'biting off more than they could chew' was clearly required. So, with a sigh, he snapped his fingers, waiting only a second before his Leavanny swung down from the rooftop high above. She, too, he imagined, didn't look all that tough in front of the burly Feraligatr. But appearances were definitely deceiving.
"This is a private event, lads," Remiel warns them one last time. "No invitations, no warrant; no entry." He adds, leaning back against the wall.
The large bipedal alligator snarled, as defiant as his trainer would prove to be. And, as said trainer responded to Remiel, the black-haired royal was quick to notice the other one reaching for a pokéball of his own. "Cut the bullshit. This is just a front for an illegal pokémon fight club. Now let us in before we break our way in. Or we'll arrest you, too!"
Unimpressed as ever, Remiel's nonchalant eyes shifted over to his partner. "I'm afraid we've been given no other option." His hues of blue-grey shift back to the Feraligatr. "... Electro Web." And, without any hesitation, the loyal Leavanny complies and fires a net of electrified web from its mouth that wraps itself around the large alligator and causes it to stumble back.
MADE BY VEL OF GS + WW