A/N: Salutations peeps! Thanks to Chidori Minami, only please make sure you strap yourself in for this chapter! We don't want any accidents, do we...?

Disclaimer: See previous chapters.

Do your safety belt up while I roll the story!

Four Swords are better than Three

Chapter 10

Main Chamber, N's Castle, Unova Region

9th January, 2012

The Sacred Swordsmen and N looked stunned, even Agrippa, who had never really learnt about the wise dragons of Truth and Ideals who resided in some unknown place in Unova. For a second they all stood in silence, gawking at the doors to the Throne Room, which a sneering Ghetsis was standing in front of. Septimus finally found his voice.

"Outrageous!" he yelled, angrily shaking his sword at Ghetsis. "Under Article Sixteen of the International Pokémon Treatment Guidelines, legendary Pokémon deities must never be captured or contained in any other way than in a Pokéball, and even then the Trainer must have the Pokémon's permission!"

Agrippa unexpectedly piped up. "And from the sound of it, I don't think you had Reshiram's permission, did you?" Normally, Agrippa would have been terrified of addressing such a malevolent-looking man. But something about the way she and the others were united against a common enemy seemed to give her more confidence. However, she felt as if she had shrunk to the size of a Joltik when Ghetsis fixed his one visible eye on her. "A child," he hissed. "Those clothes you wear… you're Agrippa Keldeo."

Agrippa gasped and was about to say something when Verity suddenly shoved in front of her, sword drawn. "Stay away from her!" she shouted. "Now let that poor dragon go!"

"Or you'll have to face all of us!" added Arawn, drawing two short brown daggers from his belt.

Ghetsis laughed, a horrible booming rasp that made everyone else shudder. "Me? Fight you, a group of peasants holding sticks? What kind of curse has Darkrai put on you?"

N's mouth dropped open in shock. He had never heard anyone utter this deeply offensive phrase. Even more evidence to back him up when he escaped and reported his "Dad" to the authorities. Septimus seemed to be thinking along the same lines, because he took a deep breath and yelled out, "The authorities won't like this, you know. When we march you into their office with all our evidence, we'll tell them everything. Everything. Then you'll be lucky to escape deportation, let alone prison!" he finished confidently.

For a moment Ghetsis seemed to be considering this. He stood quietly for a moment, then said: "Indeed. But not if I silence you first." Snapping his fingers, three ninja-like figures appeared around Ghetsis. N recognized them at once: the Shadow Triad. They were all holding long charcoal-coloured sabres, which only enhanced their menacing appearance. Ghetsis turned to them.

"Today my orders consist of only three words," he said. "Take. Them. Down."

A/N: OH NO! Will N finally escape? More importantly, will Arawn ever eat another bag of crisps? :D

Oh yes, if anyone here is a Whovian, I might be writing a one-shot for that fandom. It'll be Christmas-themed if I do. Of course, my Animorphs crossover is still up and running...

Wise Owl