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All of the dragons were brawling inside of a cave, population of one. Usally only one would brawl with the ice dragon, but this situation called them both to fight him. Some item, with multiple shades and a yellow crystal on top, was the reason for this ongoing quarrel. Someone was already knocked out against the cave wall, the dragons knew who it was but decided to leave him there because of past issues. Kyurem was trying to shove the wedge against one of the dragons, still mentally brainwashed from the ugly man EVERYONE hates.

Currently Zekrom was the one struggling to keep Kyurem from turning him to his stone with the the gene wedge.

Zekrom was grunting as he was fighting off, "Urrrgghhhh! What's...the...point Kyurem..urgh..it won't..help you...ever.."

"Heh, well..it will make me stronger!"

"I wouldn't say...the state you're at now would be impossible...to become stronger as to how weak you are now...someone strong wouldn't need..to fuse with someone stronger..than you-"

"YOU TAKE THAT BACK YOU GOOD FOR NOTHING PIECE OF SH-"

"MAKE ME." Zekrom was grinning as he said that which really boiled Kyurem's blood. Did he really call him weak?

"CALL THIS WEAK, TURBINE BUTT!" Kyurem yelled as he used a real severe dragon claw.

"AHHH!! SH*T!!!"

"Haha! Who's WEAK now!" Kyurem was laughing as the both were still struggling.

"You made one mistake there, friend." This time the vast white dragon was talking, looming over both the males struggling.

"And what? I forgot you? I'll take you down right after. Besides, you're even weaker."

"No. Your ice type might give you some advantages, but you always forget one thing."

"Pfft, yeah what! That I'm better than you, engine a*s?"

"NO. Fire Melts ICE." Reshiram then burns Kyerum with a fusion flare and causes him to faint on the ground. Reshiram then heads to Zekrom, currently bleeding from his deep wound. "Looks like he was right a little bit, huh?"

"Eeehhhhh, not helping!"

"Sorry, lets get out of here."

Reshiram picked up Zekrom, his injured arm around her shoulder and hers around his, carrying him. She tried to help him head out, some blood got on her from his wound, but right now she didn't care.