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The great psychic Pokémon's time of dominance draws near. Seems like the vain magician middle-aged ladies are just lining up to be slaughtered, though; first, Genevieve, now this mockery of a goddess that lacks even a true name, instead claiming someone else's moniker for its foolish desires. But the wiles of magic are all but wasted on Mewtwo: his heavy spell resistance and mental prowess can fend off even the dreaded Ray spell without fuss, and even "Althena's" quick spellcasting is no match for Mewtwo's knee-shattering swiftness. As soon as he puts up his Amnesia shields, she will be right where he wants her - that is to say, frightened and helpless. |
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Although the woman known only as the false Althena may have not the mental abilities to face her opponent in a game of wits, when it comes to the field of battle, she is second to none. Mewtwo’s speed, durability, and buffing might spell trouble for many lesser fighters, but even he will have trouble standing up to the decimating power and lightning quick speed of Ray. Even should the psychic kitty be able to take one, surely two should be able to power through his 50% healing or buffing. Although, False Althena could make a truce with him. After all, such a fashionable villainess could always use a pretty pet cat to play with. As long as he knows his place... |
Sei This is highly degrading for everyone involved. Mewtwo said via telepathy as he scanned the arena. A Pokemon battle? In the judges' seat, Ness just shrugged. I take it this is her idea? continued the psychic kitty, indicating the loudly cheering false goddess over at ring-side. Ness nodded. "And you're going to lose!" False Althena chirped. "Psychic types lose to Dark types, and a vampire like my Brahms must definitely be Dark!" Mewtwo just sighed while silently cursing the clout that Godlike champions get in these things. He then looked at the 'Pokemon' he was supposed to face, noting his clenching and unclenching fists, his twitching eye, and his deep frown of displeasure. Tell you what Mewtwo said to Brahms. Admit that you're a Fighting type and I'll get you out of this mess. "Deal" "What!?" And thus, Mewtwo smacked Brahms with a super-effective blast of Psychic energy, angled just right to launch the lord of the undead out of the ring and straight towards the Godlike Champion. Now, normally, False Althena would have immediately blasted the vampiric projectile off course with her speedy twin rays of electric death but a) she was still reeling from the shock of her beloved Pokemon's unexpected (for her at least) betrayal, and b) she's not in her half-scorpion boss form, and her mundane NPC human form is kinda lacking in the lightning-breathing snake department. And thus, Brahms landed on her with a great crash. Since our false goddess has no wheels to speak of, the laws of narrative causality made do by having Brahms' Pokeball roll out from them instead. With one quick surge of power around the Pokeball, Brahms was released back to the wild, and not one to waste time regarding matters involving payback, he immediately unleashed a Bloody Curse on the recovering False Althena for all the humiliation he had to go through in the past weeks. Never did like the entire capturing aspect of my world Mewtwo muttered as he psychically crushed the Pokeball into a tight wad of metal and threw it over his shoulder. Mewtwo: 28 |
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