A huge dragon roared as a blue otter-like creature slashed his two swords across the dragon's breastbone. The three headed dragon sank his teeth into the arm of the otter, who bellowed in rage and proceeded to make several long, deep gashes on the main head of the dragon with one of his swords as the two smaller heads nipped almost harmlessly at him. The dragon snarled and released it's grip on the otter and flew backwards to it's master. The otter backed up slowly, his swords cloaked in a dim blue energy that would be impossible to see in the daylight. But the battle between the two monsters was taking place in a dark castle, in a once magnificent throne room. The ornate blue rug on the stone floor was torn, soaked, burnt, and, in some places, frozen. The fountains of water were reduced to mere puddles. There was a gaping hole on the far wall which a white dragon had burst through mere hours earlier. It felt like it had been years.
"Samurott! Are you alright?" a shaky voice called. The otter turned to look at his trainer, an eighteen year old girl wearing ripped jean shorts and a somewhat terrified expression. His red eyes looked confidently into her scared aquamarine ones and he nodded firmly.
A crazed laugh echoed through the stone room. Samurott swung his head around to glare at the green haired male standing behind the three-headed dragon. "You fool!" the man called. "It won't be alright when we're through with it!" The dragon bellowed in agreement.
"Hydreigon! Use Focus Blast!"
"Samurott, dodge!" The otter leapt out of the way as the ball of energy shot through the spot where he had been standing. He landed just as a scream and a dull thud echoed through the room. He looked at where his trainer had been standing right behind him. She wasn't there. The Samurott's eyes widened and he let out an involuntary whimper. He galloped over to the weakened form slumped against the wall in a steadily growing pool of blood.
He nuzzled her face gently. Her eyes fluttered open weakly. Her gaze was fixed on the wall behind the blue samurai and he jumped slightly as she spoke. "Sammy," she murmured, her blue eyes unfocused. "knock 'em dead." She inhaled a shuddering breath and was still.
The Samurott stood shakily to his hind legs, his head bent in mourning for his trainer. His injured arm twitched, his red irises darkened, and he turned and glared at the Hydreigon and the green-haired man. Knock 'em dead.