Hilda panted, grinning. Now that she had obtained Reshiram and only barely beaten N, she thought that Plasma's plans were done for.
N sighed deeply.
"I-I guess I am not th-the hero..."
His legs shook.
"But Ghetsis.. you told me I was the foretold king of Team Plasma!"
Ghetsis stood across from his adopted son with pure ire bubbling in his eyes. "You little brat! You fool! You lost to this child!" Ghetsis stepped forward and shoved N to the ground.
Ghetsis turned to Hilda, a grin showing on half of his face.
"Hydreigon!"
Ghetsis' Hydreigon flashed onto the field, snarling and chomping.
Hilda lept back and sent out her Samurott, her best friend ever since she left Nuvema Town.
"Hydreigon..." Ghetsis laughed. "Do what you do best."
And with one swooping strike, Samurott lay helpless on the ground.
Hilda cried out for her friend, went into her bag, grabbed her last revive, and-
"A revive can't help you here, child." Ghetsis stepped forward.
"And now that your Samurott is taken care of..." He pointed towards Hilda, but with his burnt arm from training Hydreigon.
Hilda gasped, "N-no, don't!-"
But before Hilda could finish that sentence, it was too late.
Ghetsis stood next to his glorious Hydreigon, his face alight with laughter.