Cold Heart
The trainer had begun to journey into the vast emptiness of the chasm, his Emboar following slightly behind him. The moment he entered the first clearing, he swore that even his Emboar shivered slightly from the cold. He turned slightly, wondering if there was any going back. Soon, he would realize that there would be no return for him as he ventured forth deeper into the chasm. HIs Emboar kept a vigilant eye out, searching. He found no immediate danger, aside from the blistering cold. The sky soon became a rather hazey shade of winter, and he soon found that he was no closer to the opening of the cave than when he had begun. The Emboar shook itself slightly, seeking to keep its fiery core warm. The cold was foreign to it, deeply far from its usual sense of warmth.. The duo had never quite felt anything like this, a dark feeling growing in the his chest. The feeling of being watched, of eyes watching from below the earth, deep in that cave. Aside from that, both felt a sense of being watched on the surface. With a loud screech, the creature on the ground revealed itself. It burst out of the grass, leaping high into the air.
The creature landed just in front of them, its eyes dark and foreboding. The trainer examined it carefully, his eyes scanning the powerful pokemon. Its mane shaggy, its forearms powerful and its claws sharp. Despite the howling of the wind and the gust of snow upon them, its horn still gleamed in the air. It screeched yet again, shaking its head fiercely at them. It seemed to be attempting to warn them, to turn back before it was too late. The trainer watched it briefly, biting his thumb in a deep think. They had already come this far, and despite them having arrived nowhere, he felt as if there was no escape. He looked back slightly, casting his eyes far. He did not see the same clearing where they had left, and the trees were packed so tightly together, he did not see any way to escape. He shook his head, shrugging, before making his way past the seeming omen. Emboar followed his master, gazing at the Absol suspiciously. As they passed, the Absol seemed to deflate slightly. Another would fade from the world, ignorant of their impending doom.
The trainer was huddled close to his Emboar as his feet slogged through the snow. His feet were formerly drenched, but now his tennis shoes were now quickly frozen to his feet. He thought again about turning back, when he heard a light almost familiar sound. A small, thumping sound deep below the earth. It hardly seemed to sound out at all, and yet, he felt drawn to it. He could just have missed it if he wasn't paying attention, amongst the howling wind and the gusts of snow. And the trainer continued to walk, guiding himself along by the short, but ever growing louder thumps.
Finally, the trainer and Emboar reached somewhere, a clearing they had not reached quite yet. The pair exchanged a look, and descended into its depths. The heartbeat had grown louder. The cave was a deep black, with no light illuminating its near pitch-black depths. As soon as the trainer took his first step inside, he heard a deep growl and the stir of something.. Something primal. He noted the feeling of absolute absence in the cavern, and he looked to the Emboar. In one hand, he lifted a flame in the darkness, making it painfully aware to his owner what he had sensed. The draconic visage glared into his eyes, its face making out his details and noting them to memory. Its tongue danced out, tracing along the trainer's face, the Emboar almost frozen in fear. The dragon was not simply a dragon, it was a behemoth, larger than nearly all of his pokemon. The dragon opened its mouth, its sharp icicles of teeth moving slightly in the darkness. With a quick motion out of the darkness, it snapped at the trainer's head quickly. He did not move, the blow coming in slow motion almost. He was tackled to the floor by a mysterious flash of white. The dragon's teeth missed him and his savior by mere inches, the teeth scraping across his savior's back. The Absol rose slowly, frost seemingly covering its back. Almost immediately after the attempted kill, the Emboar unfroze. He would defend his owner from this imminent threat. With a roar only an Emboar could produce, he began to charge. He slammed into the large dragon's side, pushing it onto its side. Its powerful hindlegs began to rip and tear at the Emboar, the serpentine creature attempting to disembowel him quickly and finish his trainer. After all, the dragon did not get too many visitors. And it found itself deeply ravenous after all this time.
The Emboar's powerful fists beat at the stomach of the creature, bruising and seemingly using the beast's side for a drum. Meanwhile, the trainer managed to stand up, feeling around on the ground not only for his bag, but for the creature that was his savior. Meanwhile, the fight raged on, mere feet away. With a singular powerful kick from its hind leg, the dragon decided to give up on simply emboweling the creature. The Emboar was launched across the cave, hitting the wall. He rose quickly, the pain fading quickly from its body. The gigantic dragon rose from the cavefloor, letting out a mighty challenge to the dark. The dark answered its challenge, a flaming fist slamming into its cheek, shattering it. It was then the the occupants of the cave, save the Kyurem, noticed that the temperature of the room began to drop quickly. The trainer felt his fingers freeze to a deep cold, and fell to his knees, shoving them into his coat pockets. He still heard the thumping noise, it growing louder as the pair fought. This action did little to prevent the deep freeze from chilling him to his very bones. His Emboar, on the other hand, roared deeply to this cold challenge. Flames enveloped it, glowing an orange and then darkening to a blue, and then finally a white. The two creatures could see each other clearly now, now circling the cave floor. The trainer, as well as the Absol, felt the heat and cold shift from around the pair as they walked around the floor. Finally, the Kyurem roared, sprinting at the Emboar. He met it halfway, its teeth sinking into its shoulder. The Emboar lifted the Kyurem up, struggling to lift its immense bulk despite its own immense strength. Turning quickly on one large foot, it slammed the creature into the cave wall, the cave and ground trembling from the blow.
The trainer continued to search reluctantly, first feeling for his bag. The creature must have been injured when it knocked him to the floor, and he intended to return the favor. He knew that his Emboar, while capable, would not last forever. And they needed every little ounce of help they could get. He felt at the floor for a few minutes, listening to the deafening crashes and roars behind him, when he finally found the Absol. He dug through his bag, feeling the mangled fur of the creature that was his savior. He finally found a Full Restore, spraying it on the Absol. Tiredly, it rose, the frostbite that covered its back slowly disappearing. He stood, the Absol soon returning to its feet to witness the battle so close by.
The Emboar slammed his fist into the creature's head, hoping to disorient it. Its grip of teeth and stringy muscle seemed to not let up on his burly shoulder, and blood dripped down his side. It fell, its knees barely supporting it as it rained ever-growing weaker blows on the creature's head. The Absol sprung into action, leaping onto the creature's back. Its sharp claws sliced into the icy dragon's neck, cutting deep as ribbons of flesh rained down onto the cavefloor. The dragon writhed in agony, before releasing its grip on the boar. It slammed onto its back swiftly, rolling to get the Absol off. Gracefully, the Absol leapt away, leaving the Kyurem staring it down. Nervous, the trainer watched, the Emboar's heat fading from the room. He decided it was time to unleash his trump card, reaching to his belt where his pokeballs hung, shrunkened. He lifted the purple ball, examining it in the fading light. The Kyurem was about to charge when the blue light exploded from the poke ball, a large figure forming. On its hind legs, Zekrom stood, letting out a mighty roar. Electricity crackled in the room, its turbine beginning to spin rapidly. The Kyurem turned, its greyed eyes flashing various stages of recognition. Two roars resounded in the cave, causing the trainer to cover his ears with both hands. He did not force himself to look away, however, watching the pair clash now. The Kyurem charged at the Zekrom, digging in at the Zekrom's legs, biting, snapping away bits of flesh and muscle. The dragon, charged with electricity now, slammed its claws down into the Kyurem's back. Unlike its rival, it preferred not to stash and bite, instead relying on its strength to bruise and batter. Zekrom's turbine-like engine on its back began to move faster and faster, electricity crackling through the cave. The trainer nearby dove to the floor, covering his head quickly with both of his hands. Meanwhile, the Kyurem continued to work away at the Zekrom's lower body, sensing an opening. Its teeth snapped, gripping its leg in its razor sharp teeth. The Zekrom pounded its curled fists into the back of the smaller dragon, in a mixture of pain and anger. It reached for the Kyurem's jawline now, ripping it from its bloodied leg. The Kyurem snapped its teeth at the black dragon, the Zekrom barely holding it away at a distance. Spinning slowly, the turbine on the back of the Kyurem seemed to start. Ice formed at the cave's ceiling, sheets of ice raining down upon the combatants. The Zekrom, summoning some of its remaining strength, slamming it down against the now icy floor. The Kyurem did not even flinch, lifting its head from the floor nearly immediately. The Zekrom took flight, protecting its trainer from the large sheets of ice. The Absol, formerly petrified as the two dragons fought, took cover underneath by the trainer. To the trainer's horror, his Emboar was buried underneath the sheets of ice.
The Kyurem began to circle them, the Zekrom moving with it carefully as it adjusted its position. Reaching with its long neck, it reached for the trainer, barely missing. The Zekrom roared, grappling for its head and again slamming it against the icy floor. Seemingly barely affected, the Kyurem retreated, returning back to circling. Yet again, its broken turbine began to spin. The howling of icy winds grew in the cave, and ice again accumulated at the roof of the cave. The Kyurem paused for a brief second, leaping at the Zekrom in a stunning show of agility. Instead of snapping with its jaws, however, it blasted cold energy upon them, ice forming around the Zekrom's body. Underneath the small sheet of ice, Zekrom's turbine ran quicker. Yet, it could not burn away the ice. The Kyurem clung to its body, the Zekrom raising a fist to attempt to strike at it. With a glance, the Kyurem froze that in place too. Finally, the Zekrom growled a final desperate warning, biting at the other dragon's head. The Kyurem almost casually froze it in place, leaping away from the frozen body. Underneath the frozen dragon lied the Absol and trainer, and it seemed to grin, pulling the trainer out with its mouth. The trainer screamed in agony, the dragon's icicle-like teeth gripping his leg.
The trainer felt blood burst from his leg, his leg bones crunching and turning to a fine powder. Yet, no help arrived, and his heart continued to panic, his own heartbeat growing louder than the beat. He feared that this was the end, and then he saw it yet again. The Absol leapt out from underneath the frozen draconic visage, clinging to the side of the Kyurem's head now. The Absol claws dug into its right eye, digging in deep. The Kyurem did not drop the trainer's leg, biting down deeper. The trainer felt as if his leg was about to be eaten up by the large dragon. The Kyurem began to roll, trying to shake the Absol off. Yet, it clung on, its claws digging deeper yet in the flesh of the dragon's eye. The trainer almost felt as if he was going to pass out then, and out of the corner of his eye, he heard the slight hum of a turbine and the cracking of what sounded like thick glass. A bright flash of light burst out, the ice fully cracking around Zekrom's body.
The red-eyed black dragon roared, furious. The Kyurem paused, dropping the trainer onto the floor. He let out a muffled scream, his leg bleeding onto the floor. With one quick jarring motion, it cast the Absol aside, its eye bleeding thick rivers of blood along its face, dripping onto the floor. The Zekrom raced towards the Kyurem, its tail glowing with pure electricity. The Zekrom looked as if it could barely contain the power, its clawed fist glowing also with the same electricity. Moving to the right at first, the Kyurem turned slightly, lifting its jaw in an attempt to meet the Zekrom. Instead, the Zekrom shifted to the left, blindingly quick. It slammed its fist into the side of Kyurem's head, bouncing it against the floor. In a series of amazingly quick blows, it beat upon the Kyurem, dominating it with ease. The Kyurem, however, though phased somewhat by the Zekrom's furious assault, was not yet out of the fight. It snapped at the Zekrom's fist, making him dart back. Zekrom's turbine seemed to be glowing dimmer now. The trainer yet again heard the familiar thumping sound. It beat faster and faster, as if scared. The fight continued, the Zekrom battering the Kyurem with its fists. Although dazed, the Kyurem kept its only eye on the Zekrom, watching it dance in and out of its reduced vision. Zekrom once again raised its fist, and it met it with its teeth, sinking its teeth deep. The Zekrom roared triumphantly, gripping onto the Kyurem's tongue to the creature's surprise. Zekrom raised its other arm, all of the electricity funneling from its turbine to its arm. Electricity crackled along its length, and Zekrom slammed its fist into the ice dragon's head. The trainer heard the heartbeat increase to a fervent pace and then fade, beginning to laugh as he lied in the snow, his leg surrounded by blood. The Zekrom let go of its icy tongue, throwing the dragon to the floor.