NEPH
The child began to beg for mercy. She could call his bluff immediately when he started to lie about having knowledge, but as she raised her hand to use Psychic and destroy the boy, she hesitated, her hard eyes going a shade softer. She was reminded of something... a memory from years ago. Perhaps it was the sniveling. Perhaps it was the similar color schemes.
The opposing gardevoir collapsed on the ground, wincing as he struggled to pick himself up, before finally falling. The gardevoir's trainer reluctantly held out his pokéball and recalled the final member of his team. Neph found herself agitated, glancing down at her tattered dress and burns along her body. It had been a month since she'd led her trainer to the championships, and they hadn't seen Wally since victory road - but now he was here. He seemed thinner than usual, his skin a little more pale. His eyes were gaunt, and his expression, usually so determined after a loss... was defeated.
Neph frowned slightly, staring at him, wondering why he wasn't his usual self. She was more agitated than anything, pissed off that he'd actually given her a run for her money. She was supposed to be the top Pokémon in all of Hoenn, how had this been possible? And by another gardevoir, no less?? She had half a mind to strike back at Wally himself, just to satiate her aggression. Her trainer, however, moved past her to approach the boy, who looked almost like he was about to faint himself. "I don't understand..." Wally spoke. Even his voice was different. Broken and small. "I trained... I trained so hard... but we still couldn't win... I-I beat the League. I beat the Elite 4. I beat May. But... I still..."
"Hey..." her trainer spoke. He wasn't all that much older than Wally, but he'd always taken an "older brother" stance around the boy, placing a hand on his shoulder, speaking softly. "You did amazing. You're probably the best trainer I've ever fought. Really!"
He laughed, then grinned, giving Wally an encouraging smile. The boy had tears in his eyes, before he slowly smiled back. It seemed weak for a smile, like he struggled to bring it to his face. "...Thanks... I... I guess... I guess I don't mind being second place. I mean... I almost beat you... so that means I'm a great trainer!"
"You really are!" Neph's trainer encouraged as she watched on, eyeing Wally, now able to do so since she wasn't actively battling his Pokémon. Her pit of anger in her gut quickly began to evaporate, like air being let out of a balloon, and it was instead replaced with shame for her own desire to lash out due to frustration. She'd won, there was no point in just being mean. And Wally... he'd always been a sickly boy.
Now he seemed much worse. She wondered... what if she had intentionally lost the fight? Given Wally that one victory he'd craved since the start? It would have meant losing the place of Champion for her trainer. Wally had already beaten the other Pokémon on the team. He could have done it. Could she have been willing to let go of the need for victory, just to give that experience to a kid who looked to be on death's door?
It was too late now...
But she could have.
Neph felt as though she'd won this fight already, her palm raised to the sniveling Weevil, ready to strike him down with a simple thought, but she was hesitating - which proved to be a mistake. He pulled out something to spray at her. The gardevoir recoiled as she raised one of her arms, the spray getting all over her hand, while her other aimed toward the duel disc, and fired off Psychic, aiming to rip it apart - and anything that got in its way. If she could remove that device, he'd have no choice but to forfeit.
Her hesitation had evidently been a mistake.
This child wasn't Wally. He was just another bug to crush.
M.O.D.O.K.
“Hey, I don’t think saying that complies with the ratings—“
BOOM!
"HA!" The Man-Mind cheered. "THAT IS BECAUSE THIS IS UNRATED! ANYTHING'S FAIR GAME! I COULD FLAY YOU WITH MY MIND, AND IT WOULD BE OKAY!"
And yet, somehow, this angel kept coming back for more! M.O.D.O.K. groaned as he glanced at his cooldown. The energy barrier was still a long way off from recharging. When the disc were fired, the A.I.M. Leader scowled, lowering his head slightly to fire the beam of energy from his forehead, which blitzed into every single disc, tracking Pit, but before it could land, he'd flashed behind the Mechanized Organism.
Pit struck the Doomsday Chair from behind, lurching M.O.D.O.K. forward, spinning a little as he shook his arms and legs like a toddler throwing a tantrum. "NO! NO! NO! THIS ISN'T HOW IT'S SUPPOSED TO GO! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE DEEP FRIED ANGEL WINGS ALREADY!" He roared, a bead of sweat rolling down the side of his face as he began to frantically type into the console. "I MUST CORRECT THIS MISCALCULATION! I MUST DESTROY YOU! I AM GENIUS! I AM M.O.D.O.K.!"
The bottom of the Doomsday Chair opened up, revealing yet another new gun, charging up with red energy. The Death Laser. A powerful beam of energy, powerful enough to melt Iron Man's armor, powerful enough to break through Dr. Doom's force fields. Powerful enough to shatter buildings! THIS would work! To top it off, M.O.D.O.K. used the "Death Combo," another Death Missile firing out of the top of the chair to lock on to Pit and close in on him.
And finally, just for good measure, the Man-Mind used his psychic prowess to influence the surrounding chunks of earth, scattered about when the Dual Hyper Beams had shattered the floating landmass. Now, dozens of large chunks of earth began to hurl at Pit from every direction, the Death Missile weaving through any that came close as the Death Laser would easily blast apart any that came between it and Pit, the Mechanized Organism able to focus the beam of energy, unlike the Dual Hyper Beams, allowing M.O.D.O.K. to alter its trajectory if Pit moved.
KASSANDRA
Eugh, physics didn't seem to apply much to this creature. Not only did it somehow react in less than a second to hear approach, somehow knowing she was approaching, but it tried to bite her heel. Instead, she re-angled herself - to shove her heel down his throat. Her strategy was simple. The "Boots of Hermes" granted temporary flight, and Kassandra activated it with a thought, supernaturally connected to the Godly sandals. Even as his fangs dug into her skin, she lifted up, his attempt at a kick missing as she instead hovered over him, before she rapidly thrust downward, tearing at her own flesh with his teeth, but it was hardly new to her, intending to ram her leg down the little shit's throat, and finally, she'd resound with a simple move, calling upon her adrenaline charges, the second having filled fully when she'd wiped out Jevil's projectiles.
She'd used one charge already. "Spread Shot" which had dealt with the spades. Now she used up her second charge: "Spartan Kick."
Such an attack propelled her with immense force in the direction she intended to go, which was "down" in this case. It also emboldened her kicking leg, the one Roo had bit. If he kept latched on, it risked shattering his teeth as a supernatural force overcame the misthios, and she plunged downward like a rocket, almost instantly slamming into the ground (or as far down as Roo's body could deform) before a powerful burst of energy would propel from her foot, releasing a shockwave of energy that could threaten to tear apart the kangaroo from within, and if it was outside of his gullet, would release the shockwave to blast away anything within a few meters of Kassandra.
