What he brings this time is a small paper crown with a fragment of Zacian's blade from the Ancient Tomb incident a while back. Back when everyone was "taken" into some strange dream of Galar where twenty years of their life were spent defending it from disaster. He had another dream about it, just when they were starting to fade from his sleep. He remembered a sad tale of a king looking for help to protect its realm before it passed away. Kaz was here for that king.

"I know...you might not have been our little king but...doesn't make what happened to ya any sadder. I just hoped you watched over us during those years. Hope we made ya proud. Hope I made you proud." Kaz was a warrior. He fights because its what he does. What he lives for. What he loves to do. He fights for himself, for people, for glory, for remembrance, the list goes on and on. So it was only natural that in that other Galar he picks up a weapon and fights like a fierce warrior, or rather a knight.

Was he a knight though? His sister used to tell him just how chivalrous they were in her books and he could never picture himself being truly prim and proper like they were. He liked to imagine his armor stained with dirt and blood, a sword that's both regal yet has shown its experience with a few nicks and scratches. He'd probably suck at looking the part honestly. He fought for the people of that region because someone had to, just like how someone had to do something about the stuff going on here.

He fought because the people couldn't fight back but now it seemed just about everyone was finding the will to fight. It was good. It meant that they could take care of themselves. So then that begged the question didn't it?

Was he still needed?

Could he just go back home to the real Galar and just become some athlete like he once dreamed of? Maybe take on the Galar Cup with his Pokemon and become its newest Champion or go down to Alola and take on the pro wrestling scene there himself and be crowned its newest King of the Ring. Domon probably would have loved either one, that one was way more of a royal figure than this muscle head could be. At least...that's what he kept telling himself. But maybe...maybe he could become a King. King of what he wasn't sure but some kind of royalty was probably in the cards. Leadership seemed to be a hidden skill of his he just needed to capitalize on it somehow.

Maybe being Top Champion of Hoenn was a start or at least become Champion ranked still. That was still a goal he wanted to pursue, to see his name up on that Hall of Fame. Guess that was the competitive spirit in him talking.

"Still, from one king to another. Hope your happy where ever you are. And I hope I can at least meet your other self here on my end. Us Galar boys need to look out for each other."

He puts the crown into the rift and before he can pull his fingers away he slowly reaches in deeper. The small hairs on his arm stand up as they enter the rift and his elbow starts to cross the threshold. His hand is already no longer holding the crown as his shoulder almost touches the door to darkness before he pulls away. He flicks his wrist and looks at his hand, flexing his fingers, and then back at the rift. He never knew Katherine Fairburne personally so he never got to ask her what it felt like, to be touching the realm of that demon beast. Guess it was high time he found out for himself and boy was it not quite that pleasant.

The wrath of a king is nothing compared to the wrath of a deity and Tyramigo was witnessing that first hand. The power of the Tapu burst forth under his own feet and in a flash of light and a roar of defiance the large beast went down. Unfortunately for them he was still breathing and he would remember their scents. They would not escape their crimes against the monarch and he will make a meal out of them someday. Just not today.

"Whoa!" Both Kazimir and his Iron Hands ducked out of the way of the Flamethrower after their Z-move seemed to make the dragon more angry than hurt. Yet even as the warmth of the flames nearly burned them they watched as the man talked about growing bored and taking his leave. Kaz wanted to give chase, no way in hell was he going to let something like a strange looking legendary just slip through his fingers.

All it took was one look between his pokemon however that told him that wasn't the smart move here. They needed to rest and recover, otherwise the battles to come would kill them much easier than if they were at full strength. So returning his king to its ball he and his Paradox went off to find their base and lick their wounds.

Oh they're falling.

That was totally part of the plan. "I CAN SEE THAT!" Both of his Pokemon saw what was happening and chased after the pair but their weight was pulling them further and further down towards the sea. Kazimir braced himself for impact and possible drowning when the wind started to pick up around them. Bryan's Pokemon manages to summon a gust that manages to slow them down long enough for their Pokemon to reach them and grab onto them.

Yet the winds were in Kaz's favor as the hero watched the Rocket Beast fall into the sea while his Charizard did his best to hold the hero by the arms and carry him to dry land. "Shit...that was close." He probably wasn't dead after that, even the most stubborn of people always found a way to come back from just about anything if they willed it. Hopefully he wouldn't run into him anytime soon though. That'd be awkward.

tldr;
-uh oh spaghetti-o
-we're falling bryan
-but thanks for the save
-kaz wins?

"Push on!" Was the only thing the man could scream out to his Pokemon who understood his words. It meant to keep going and don't give up. Not yet. So that's what they did and Tyramigo was the first to run into the action.

The Tyrantrum roared as it charged after the deity even as it threw the ball of lightning at it. The king took it head on slowing down to take a step back as his forehead tingled and his body convulsed. Then he took a step forward and another and then another. He roared as he continued his charge with him turning on the world's largest dime and swinging his scarlet dragon tail at the black guardian to bat it away.

The Iron Hands only stared at the dragon as it soared up into the sky and balled its fists. Its power brimmed to the surface yet it knew that it would never reach a beast who conquered the sky above it, so it turned its head towards Kaz. He could see it in the robot's digital eyes and knew that it was asking a request of him. "Alright, let's do it."

Striking a pose golden energy surrounds Kazimir and quickly flows into the Iron Hands as it stares at the Roaring Moon and rears its hand back. "Let the sky cry out and us appear in a flash, GIGAVOLT HAVOC!" A large bolt of crackling electricity appears in the hand of the Iron Hands as it focuses on the past prehistoric dragon and throws the bolt as if it was a javelin up to the dragon to skewer it and take it out of the sky.

As the arm connects there's nothing but hot air and dust in the air, the Celesteela cries out as a hairline crack appears on its arm as it nearly droops back to its side. At the same time the Minior tried to chase down the Baltoy to aid in the efforts to save its Trainer. Instead it finds itself caught in the blast and the world around it going dark as it starts to fall to the ground.

A scarlet red beam is quick to find it though and return it to the safety of its Pokeball. Kaz clutches the ball to his chest as he takes a heavy breath remembering what happened in another battle where his Pokemon gave their life to try and save him. He wouldn't let the past repeat itself this time if he could. Still that didn't mean they were all without injury as he looked down at his shoulder to see scarlet running down his arm as tiny shards of their enemy embedded into his body. One last defiance from them to try and weaken them.

"Let's get outta here. And find some rest." He mumbled as he rested against the collar of his Ultra Beast as it turned to return back to base. The skies were indeed dangerous out here and this little Rufflet has yet to fully learn how to fly among them.

Fingers flexed after they made contact with Howard's arm and sent the man stepping back in an almost stumble and even whining about some broken bones. "Hey, at least you aren't out cold." Words of encouragement with a smile was thrown at the one-eyed man from a big lad. Kaz still had to respect the fact that he was still in the ring and not running away. Took guts to stand in the ring.

Took even more guts to try and dance around Kaz as a few jabs were thrown at him. They stung like little needle pricks so at best red spots would shine round Kaz's body. Still they didn't Howard's heart in them, at least not entirely by the feel of it. Kaz had been punched plenty of times so he could tell. It was why he didn't even react that much outside of a few grunts. "Not bad, now take this!" Kaz took a single step towards Howard and shot an uppercut into his stomach.

On the other side of the ring things were not going great for Kaz's other partner as the Thunder Punch it threw seemed to hit solid stone in an almost literal sense and the sparks surrounding it sputtered out. The Paradox looked down at his fist and blinked before turning his attention back to the bear who rammed right into him sending Kou-z nearly flying into the ropes. The robotic sumo glared at the bear and using the ropes to launch itself forward it threw another force palm as it seemed to work before.

"Oooooo." He makes a soft moan as the topic of ghosts come up. If he was a ghost he'd probably be walking with the Soulmarchers of warriors from the past that live in the Border. Maybe that was what his future held. Him dying here and joining them them in their ever lasting search for a worth opponent. Oh what was he thinking? No way he was just going to let that happen here.

Behind them the rain began to pick up but as they doused the flames of the flame thrower the Celesteela suddenly crashed into the waters, sending waves that rocked the boat as its screech told Kaz more than what he needed to know. It was hurt and probably wasn't going to be flying him back anytime soon. So he returned the large alien ship back into its ball as the Naganadel roared at the two others for hurting its ally. It will have its revenge and would take that in the form of blasting the Iron Jugulus with a dragon pulse to prove which of them was a real dragon.

With each passing second the storm around them grew until it became too great to be considered a natural phenomenon. Of course some would call it that as this was the doing of the ruler of the sea as it appeared in the distance watching the boat and battle before it. Looking back towards he Kaz could swear that he met the Pokemon's gaze and had to wonder a silent question.

Would it still fight with him and the League?

"Alright!" He turns his attention back to the two Rocket higher ups with a hand on his belt ready to toss out more and more Pokemon to make sure he survived this, "Well now ya saw it! So ya can turn this ship around and get outta here! Otherwise we're all gonna be swimming with the Seakings here, and I ain't into sea food!" As much as he was willing to fight them and put them in their place survival was way more important with dealing with a Legendary.

It was Groudon's equal after all.

Now a Larvesta? That was more his speed. Sure bug types were not something that he himself really fancied but he also didn't hate them. So when it came to the little larvae he had to admit that it held a soft spot in his heart. Something about its little fluff around it was just so inviting. Plus its evolution was no slouch and he wouldn't might carrying around a pair of those as they had their own charm to them as their dances just managed to catch his heart.

Ok maybe he was a bit of a fan of bug types. Not a big one mind you.

As it sprinted away from him after catching him staring at it Kaz chased after it like a Boltund chases a Joltik. With immense speed that even Josh Devlin might be impressed. "You ain't getting away just yet!" he yelled as his scarlet hair blew in the wind as he took out a ball and tossed it.

A beam of psychic energy manages to swat the Minior away and send it spiraling in the sky. The world around it is spinning, clouds are turning upside down then right side up with each second that passes as it tries to steady itself. Once it manages to stop spinning it sees the Baltoy getting away from it and make a beeline right for the Celesteela. As it does the flash of its body manages to catch Kazimir's eyes as the blue orbs shot wide as he flails his arms.

"Stella! Knock it away! Quick!" Whatever it was trying to do didn't seem smart to charge right up to them. That probably meant something but the hairs standing on the back of his neck weren't telling him anything. So it was better to be safe than sorry. Raising one of its massive arms it tries to heavy slam the Baltoy back towards the ground and out of the sky.

Now believe it or not, but Kaz hardly ever get asked to help with training. Normally it was in the form of the old tired and true tradition of "our eyes met so we have to battle!" or he was just in the right place at the right time. To have him approached for it was...it was a new feeling. Was this what being a gym leader felt like? Maybe he'd ask Navy or Melody Miro next time he saw them.

When he received the text he almost thought it was just some scam until some Dewford kids filled him in that this DJ had been spotted entering the town gym. Making his way to the designated spot it wasn't hard to pick out who might have sent him the message when they stuck out like a sore thumb or an anime protagonist with their lavender hair and rocker outfit. "Yo. You the guy asking for some training?."

As he approached he was tailed by his loyal companion Urshifu, who with Kazimir was enjoying a delicious Rage Candy Bar to get the day started for the both of them. "Name's Kaz, flattered ya asked but who refereed ya?" Both trainer and Pokemon took another bite of their candy, "Not many people come to me for that." It was still a strange feeling.