I stood before mother and Gardevoir and today would be the day we finally managed to land a hit on our second mother in combat. Ashely sat on the house porch with her Growlithe out cuddled up to her for warmth, ready to be entertained by my flailings. Luna and I had started using psychic fuckery to keep warm without having to wear cumbersomely numerous layers of clothing in the constant snows of Snowpoint so we were mostly good. Heat was simply waste energy of all kinds after all, and as a psion I had the unique ability to manipulate energy in ways that most everyone and everything else couldn't. It'd taken some practice, but eventually we'd learned to vibrate the air molecules around us until they began emitting the extra energy as waste heat and acting as a heating system. We'd practiced the opposite successfully too, just in case we were ever someplace too hot for comfort.
As a result I was clad in a crimson skirt, white stockings, a strappy top, and a jacket that was almost an exact replica in coloration style of what the most popular representations of Pokemon Trainer Red used, except with long billowy sleeves like you'd see in miko haori, and a longer cut that had the bottom of the jacket a little past what was my admittedly too short skirt for my age. Mama was wearing like three coats and pants to keep warm. Score for phenomenal cosmic powers.
She thought I was silly and being too dramatic and stuff with my outfit, but I was a damned anime/manga/video game protagonist, and if I was going to have to deal with the bullshit that often came with such I was going to at least wear something like the super cool outfits endemic to the mediums. Not to mention, if I was going to be wearing them successfully, I needed to get practice for later when I was older, so the younger I started the better I'd be able pull them off when the time came to really look badass. Flawless logic. Totally. The Looks I'd gotten from her, Ashely, and Gardevoir when I explained my reasoning were very obviously impressed looks awe and envy at my foresight. Definitely. Luna agreed with me after all, and she was my wise Big Small Sis.
We'd actually had to have the pattern for the jacket/haori combo custom made and a few of them custom ordered, but with the pattern on hand it'd be a simple matter of getting measured and getting new ones made whenever I outgrew my old ones. I was still debating whether to get Red's iconic hat. On the one hand I wouldn't really be Red without it, no matter what my birth and circumstances had to say on the matter, but on the other I wasn't really a hat kinda girl.
I suppose I was going to be walking around in the sun for long periods of time, and I couldn't have sun damage doing bad things to my hair. I might have to go for it just for that alone, nevermind my super fair skin that burned when the sun looked at it funny. Full finger gloves as well given that, I suppose, instead of the half fingers the character used. Combine with comfy cool looking boots and I was ready to be a badass looking bitc-
"Ow, what the fuck?!" I yelped out when a rubber ball smacked me in the head.
"Stop spacing out honey. We're in a battle, pay attention to your opponent. Also, language." She gave me this Glare about the "Fuck" and it was very hard to keep in mind I was in reality twentysomething and was therefore totally not intimidated. Totally.
So of course we answered in the only appropriate and reasonable manner for such a grievous slight against my person. With overwhelming power and extreme amounts of bullet hell Psychics and Confusions directed at Gardemom. She responded by redirecting them upwards, matching them with her own, or straight up seizing them mid air and dispersing the energy. All of this without moving a single centimeter from where she was standing. She didn't even have the decency to look like she was trying.
I couldn't even really use my psychic bond with Luna to come up with and execute a plan at the speed of thought as an advantage, since Mama and Gardemom had their own after so many years together. Didn't mean we weren't going to try anyway. I was pretty sure both Luna and I were objectively superior versions of our parents, a newer better generation to lead our dreams of power to the future, and that was something we could exploit. We were younger too, with faster reaction times and speed of thought.
They'd know we were planning something of course, Luna's rate of fire slowed down, as did the power behind her attacks, but this was something new. I'd heard of nothing like this ever being attempted before, and outside context knowledge was a hell of a thing. Instant Transmission Kamehameha, meet Teleport Charged Shaped Psychic Blast, you two would have a blast together.
We were pretty sure we had a good grasp of what Gardemom could do on the defense and how quickly she could react. We weren't arrogant enough to think Luna was fast enough to Teleport in and blow the Psychic before Gardemom raised a defense, but maybe we were fast enough to catch her while distracted by an unusually numerous barrage of attacks launched before the Teleport and use that to keep her from raising a full defense in time to block the attack, and that the shaped aspect of the blast would be enough to penetrate what she did manage to raise.
We noticed when the moms started readying for an offensive, it wasn't anything major, barely a whisper on our psychic senses, but enough, and so Luna started rapid fire barraging Gardemom. We got an instant's warning when she let loose her own attack, a barely there Confusion for her, but something that dwarfed anything we could do put together. It was enough warning. The moment the attack left Gardemom's mind Luna was behind her, releasing all the energy she'd been charging up since the start of the fight, compressing it into as dense a spear of psychic energy as she could manage.
It was a sight to behold. An extremely bright lance of purple light blooming out behind Gardemom impacting a hastily raised defensive barrier and penetrating through with a sound like a cannon firing and glass shattering. It blew her off her feet and into the air for all of an instant before she was behind Luna and launching her at me, knocking me down on my back, my sister lying in a heap on top of me. I belatedly registered the Confusion that started the end of the fight impact off to my right but couldn't really raise the energy to care. We were winded, bruised, generally shook up, and yet I couldn't keep the huge grin off my face or help the intense feeling of pride that I felt for Luna at this very moment. I hugged her to me and lay there on the grass, daydreaming of a bright future.
