ワタル | Lance

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One final attempt at recouping their glory, then—no dragon master would dare go down already admitting defeat.

His fist clenched, Lance swung for the sky. "Dragonite," he roared, "hit our foe with the strength of a thousand embers! Use HYPER BEAM!"

(Well, they'd had a nice time at the PWT. 🐉)

The real sign of danger, flashing warning lights in the mist, came as those wings began to glisten with prepared firepower, shimmering pre-emptively as a finishing move began its ascent.

For once, there was little that Dragonite - or, indeed, Lance - could do to hold it back. There was no time.

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And didn't they thrive in the exhilaration of a close call? It leapt up in his throat whenever high stakes came down to a one-on-one fight. So the onslaught that Mega Salamence's arrival onto the field brought was immense, yes.

But Dragonite was prepared for it. At least, somewhat. Kinda.

->

It wasn't much of a surprise to see where things went from there.

Twin beasts taking to the skies of the battle arena, great wings rendering swaths of the stadium's crowds in shadow. Even before their silhouettes both erupted in brilliant rainbow hues, the battle was one to witness.

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I know.

:)

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How sweet. Hello there, Skarmory.

Get back to work.

// Right. My bad.

// Did you not JUST change his layout?

That won't happen, because I always emerge victorious. Should your home need my protection, you need only say the word and I'll hurry to Mossdeep myself.

I jest, at least a little. But I know how disconcerting it is for your private space to be intruded upon. Another reason why they must expire.

// News to me, but I'd be amenable to it.

/ Very keen to hear more about them. 💭

But not restricted? As I said, fascinating.

I could hazard a guess if you’d like.

And yet you and I seem to work harder than most. Interesting, no?

(Flashing him a weary smile, then drinking his tea slowly.)

Maybe it's a sign of my fatigue, but I find myself considering it. Though I’d feel a great deal more secure showing you around Cinnabar myself, just to be on the safe side.

It’s troubling, and the source of many grievances that are left for me to deal with. Still, we can do nothing to tear them down without supporting those who turned to Team Rocket out of desperation.

I take it that Hoenn has no such dubious presences nowadays?

// COUGH, raspberry.

You don’t know the half of it. One’s muscles grow tired after days of chasing down criminals, but it's the paperwork that makes your head pound.

What I wouldn’t give for a Kalosian vacation. Or failing that, a restaurant breakfast. I trust you know the feeling?

// YOU HEARD IT!

Already? Mm, I can work a little longer before retiring for the...

(Blinks.)

...day. 🌀

I would be fascinated to learn which you were.

Lance warned with a roll of his shoulder, clutching his final team member in his fist. "Though this is certainly one mystery solved. Go, 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐄!"

As his partner took to the field, he brandished a gleaming silver pin upon his cape fastenings. "Now, let's finish what we've begun! MEGA EVOLVE!"

🐉

They'd jeer and prod at him for weeks, no doubt. He was level-headed enough to know his opponent's great strength was no indictment of his own weakness, but Lance would surely find some way to beat himself up over it regardless.

Mind, it wasn't over yet. "You have no idea what you've unleashed,"

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Both of them had done their best, and watching Gyarados slump with exhaustion as he returned to his Poké Ball struck Lance with a sudden revelation; there was a considerable chance that he might lose.

One measly loss wasn't the worst thing in the world, but 𝘰𝘩, he'd hear no end from his Elites.

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The Dragon Tail, it turned out, hit just hard enough to leave Gyarados too exhausted to continue. Forcing his partner to fight in Gyarados's current condition would have been unconscionable, and behavior he'd criticize in another trainer.

"You've fought hard enough," Lance acknowledged.

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( Some thoughts should remain just that. )

You didn't seem interested in respecting that, so I've followed your example.

You need to stop using this kind of language around me.

Turn yourself in.