This story was written by myself and 11Moon11, so I cannot take all the credit. I do not own Pokemon, or anything related to it, and neither does 11Moon11. All I own is Dusk, and 11Moon11 owns Moon. Enjoy :).
As I walked into the Blazing Chamber, preparing to face Malva, I could smell the hot air from outside, and it did nothing to help with my nerves.
"So... we meet again." said Malva.
"Y-yes." I said, startled that she remembered me.
"Well, prepare to be defeated!" Malva exclaimed, tossing a PokeBall into the air.. "Pyroar, you're up!"
"Lycanroc, lets go!" I called, releasing Lycanroc from it's PokeBall. Umbreon glared at me from it's position at my feet, and I knew that it had wanted to battle.
"Sorry, Umbreon. Maybe next time." I whispered to it, and it sat down, looking sad.
"This will be a 1 on 1 battle between Dusk and Malva, the fire-type of the Elite Four. Battle, start!" The referee exclaimed, appearing from nowhere.
"Lycanroc, use Rock tomb!" I called, and Lycanroc roared, a mystical energy creating boulders above Pyroar, falling heavily and doing great damage, as well as encasing it in a prison of rocks. It struggled to climb over the walls created by the falling boulders.
"Pyroar, use Hyper Voice!" Malva yelled.
"Lycanroc use Rock Slide!" I shouted. A large amount of rocks fell on Pyroar, but not before it could deal damage to my Lycanroc, who winced in pain.
"Pyroar is unable to battle!" Shouted the referee. "Dusk is the winner!"
"Well, see ya, Malva!" I called, but she just growled and turned away, not meeting my eyes. I rolled my eyes, sighed, and exited the Blazing Chamber full of hope.
"So, Umbreon…" I started, looking down at my starter, who in return looked up at me with bright, shining eyes. "Where do you want to go now?" He growled once, and I got the idea that it meant the Flood Chamber, for some reason.
"Well, let's go!" I happily called, and together we sped off towards the next chamber.