Up in the stands, Galiana clutched the edge of her seat. Was she delusional to even hope for a victory? Were they truly out-classed? She took a deep breath in an attempt to calm herself, but the roaring stadium's air held nothing but more tension for her.

Just then, a slightly wrinkled Glaceon in an off-white business suit daintily sat down in the seat next to Galiana. Despite her age, there was something about her assured movements that spoke more of experience and how she had stood tall through hardship. There was little elderly feebleness. "You know. It's like half of Alexander's talent went to young Kamil and the other half went to little Inari."

"Excuse me?" The forest fairy Celebi looked to the aged Glaceon, not sure what to make of her forwardness.

"Inari carries with her Alexander's instinct. And Kamil carries with him Alexander's great wisdom. It was that odd alchemy that made him such a force to be reckoned with."

Galiana pondered these words, watching the Glaceon's mischievous eyes. "Did you know their father?"

She simply chuckled. "Who doesn't know the great Alexander King Hachiko?" She then returned her gaze to the match.

Galiana took a deep breath and closed her eyes, as if to pray for a miracle.

Inari suddenly lashed out in a speeding Flame Charge, bum-rushing the Zeit Geist in an attempt to take both the dread-locked Dialga and Betty off-guard. In spite of Inari's great speed, the Arcanine intercepted and locked grip and gaze with Inari, showcasing her dominant strength over the young upstart Flareon.

"You're good, hon, but I've wrestled down wild Ursarings for laughs." With a strained, fanged grin, Betty started slowly forcing the Flareon back. "Maybe someday you'll be on my level, but until then-"

"Respectfully, Auntie?" Inari grunted, snorting like a bull ready to charge, rearing back her head as if to gaze her right in the eyes. "Fuck you!" Swinging her head forward like a cleaving axe, the two hard-and-hot-headed fire-types collided forehead first with each other.

"Son of a-!" Betty clutched at her brow, muttering vulgarities of varying degrees.

Meanwhile, Inari had backpedaled from the impact and tripped from disorientation, grunting. "This is getting us nowhere."

"That Roar of Time attack is throwing me off. There has to be a way to prepare for it." Kamil watched the Zeit Geist as he started preparing another one, his scarf covering his mouth and making it hard to read his facial expressions.

Inari frowned. "I'll buy you time – you think of something. Be quick about it. Do that thing you do and observe them."

Kamil went wide-eyed. "What? You're nuts!"

"What else is new? Besides, you're the brains of us two – you'll pick up something."

"But-"

The Zeit Geist started to gather energy around himself, his dreadlocks extending all around him as he prepared the next volley.

"I trust you." Inari whispered before charging back into the fray.

Kamil focused his gaze, watching everything, surveying the battlefield. Claws extended in case things went south.

Betty was focused on Kamil's movements, ready to intercept him. She wasn't cocky enough to leave her partner open for a double team. Pros weren't that stupid. The gaze of the time dragon wasn't narrowed – his eyes were relaxed. He knew that he would outspeed Inari easily, who was using her usual rush tactics. They knew she would charge in recklessly. They were counting on it.

Ben was on Inari in an instant, Betty still watching Kamil's claws. With a massive swipe of Dragon Claw, Inari grunted as she was slammed by the might of Dragon-types. Ben pinned her against the boulder by a firm claw right below her neck. He hesitated.

"…hm. Odd." The Zeit Geist glanced back at Kamil, who was still in a tensed stance, ready to spring.

Kamil smirked. "I bet right now, you're pondering: "What sort of game is this boy playing?'" Ben narrowed his eyes in response as Kamil continued. "Would you like to find out?"

"It's time to grow up, 'boy'." The Zeit Geist slammed Inari back against the boulder once more before turning around, Betty focusing as well. Kamil started drawing the wind around himself, prepping Razor Wind.

The standoff was now – two on one. There was no way Kamil could win this alone. And yet, he just smirked, grinning cheekily. Betty readjusted her stance. Something wasn't right.

Suddenly, a stream of fire slammed into the back of the time-manipulator, launching him face first into the ground. Betty's focus faltered as her attention was drawn to the surprisingly hardy Inari, who sucked in deep breaths as she attempted to steady herself.

"Not down yet."

Kamil dropped his faked grin, yelling a battlecry as he slashed his claws with one powerful strike, sending a shockwave rippling through the air and slamming into Betty dead-on, causing her to clutch her chest as she was struck across it by the wave.

Inari hustled and staggered to her brother's side. "Got any ideas now?" She hissed, clutching at her sternum

"A longshot, but it's still a shot. Keep doing what you're doing – trust me."