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[attr="class","samjermain"]With the attack hitting its mark—and the Slowkings striking back—the Crobat dove into the fray. This wasn’t enough to stop a psychic beam from punching a hole into its kite-like membrane. He tilted slightly, allowing his trainer to slide from his back to the ground. With a shriek, he crashed, tumbling head over its wings. When he rose, it was obvious he was exhausted from hours on the battlefield. “Thanks.” Maddie smiled at the tired bat.

A blast of red light took him to recuperation.

With their lower limbs trapped in a mire of quicksand, the creatures around here made for easy pickings. Still, even after hundreds had fallen beneath her halberd, the ginger hated the feeling of killing. The way blood splattered against her hand. How little she felt at this point. After two decades, the guilt faded into a sense of resignation.


She told herself it was a mercy killing as she swung. The Empoleon’s head flopped to the muck below with a squelch. Its fins reached for its now orphaned spinal column, hesitating as it found nothing. With a thump it toppled into a pile beside its empty, gaping skull. “Sorry, bud.” The redhead shrugged. “It was you or me.” And, so far, her luck had been pretty good.

A black bird screeched above, her daughter’s bow taking out another aerial enemy. The poison and corruption made the airborne ones clumsy. She would have cheered, but that’d just give the little punk ideas.

The fighting continued for some time. The Crobat was replaced with an Ampharos until a Graveller almost smashed it to a pulp. She then switched him out for the Blastoise that had freed the spring. While they fought back to back, Madd’s eye caught on a familiar scrap of fabric in the distance. It belonged to the third musketeer of her and Ger’s friend group. As she and her Stoudland took down the corrupted Meganium before them, Madd's eyes caught on a stone.

A Conkelldur thought to be downed was raising to its feet. It brought its pillar—stained with blood and acid—with it. A Conkelldur rose its pillar above the blonde’s head. “Hilda!” Madd screamed in warning. She staggered forward, waving her spear. “Move—!” But the woman turned to face the shout instead. The woman lifted a hand to wave. Saw the shadow too late.

SPLAT! Madeline’s stomach flipped. She retched a week’s worth of meals into the grass. Her turtle gently patted her back. With cheeks flushed with embarrassment, Madd lifted her eyes to the sky. But, instead of blue, she just saw twisted, damnable purple.

The Titans above smashed into the ground, tangled up like some S&M session gone wrong. It’s time we finish this. With gritted teeth, the woman waved her black weapon at the pair. Sand Tomb softened the ground below them. Hopefully, that’d hold them in place long enough for them to treat them like the chubby kid from Lord of the Flies.


With a pop, her Obstagoon joined her. “Ready, Yakky?” The oaf nodded, resembling a bobblehead. “Dynamax!” With a roar, the Obstagoon grew to a gargantuan beast, his shadow eclipsing the ground beneath him.

He pointed between the two with a frown. Which one?

Eternatus had poisoned this land and brought horrors down upon them. He’d given them the power to Dynamax. Under his poison, she’d lost dozens of friends. Necrozma, meanwhile, was a mind-controlling menace. He controlled minds. Something the redhead despised. Both had tried to curry her favor with toys and treats.

Neither of them would get it. “Both.”

This struck Yakky as hilarious. Leave it to her to be the one with common sense. He snarled defiantly at the twisted monsters before him. Thick muscles bunched as he unleashed a MAX KNUCKLE.

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