Steven wailed, pulling her close to him. She was completely stone now. He sobbed, wailing and rocking back and forth with her in his arms. "Why?! Why her?!" He yelled, his face scrunching up with grief and pain. Frita's and his own Pokemon wailed and cried right along with him. Steven looked up for a moment. Jethro stood very still, fighting to keep his own tears in his eyes. He closed them, wiping the tears off as they rolled down his cheeks. He let out a short sob, and then inhaled sharply and held it a moment. Rayquaza continued to lay by Charlie, sobbing quietly to itself. Jethro's Blaziken and Metagross stood next to it, Blaziken's hand on the Legendary's neck in sympathy. Metagross hardly moved, its head lowering after seconds of stillness. Torterra walked over to them slowly, its face solemn. Garchomp and Tyranitar stood by Lysandre, their faces full of anger. The Lucarios of both Jethro's allies stood next to each other, their appendages on their heads hovering, obviously in meditation.

Jethro put a hand on Frita's stone shoulder and tried to smile, failing miserably as his lips quivered, a sob escaping his mouth. He hung his head and closed his eyes. "Who's going to call me 'Jet' now?" he muttered. "And I was going to…" he looked up at Steven and quickly looked away. "Yeah, no, that- not the right- ah, that's not gonna help, I'm gonna-" he stuttered. He sighed and got up. "I never was too good at forever goodbyes," he muttered to himself. Steven looked back down at Frita and pulled her close again. He heard a tiny chuckle and looked up. Lysandre was grinning like a Gengar.

Seeing it broke Steven. He gently set Frita down and stood, his rage was obvious in his cold pale blue eyes. He walked very slowly toward Lysandre at first then picked up speed until he was barreling at the man full force. He hit Lysandre like a train, his knee sinking solidly in the man's gut as the jumped to slug him straight in the face. He screeched in rage and flung himself at Lysandre as he hit the ground from the first punch. He slugged Lysandre over and over again until he had nearly turned his face into hamburger meat, not surprising when he was wearing solid steel rings. And then someone pulled Steven off of him. He whirled in a rage, striking out at a familiar face. He was consumed with rage and grief, and it didn't really matter to him who he was hitting anymore.

The same person who pulled him off Lysandre proceeded to slap him so hard his vision went blurry for a second. As he looked up at who had hit him, his eyes widened as he slowly returned to his senses. It was Wallace, obviously angry at him for the punch he had taken. "Get a hold of yourself, Steven!" Steven turned to face him, rage bubbling up again. "How can you say that? How can you say that when it's HIS fault that Frita is...is gone?!" He yelled in Wallace's face and the Gym Leader glared at him. "You think I don't hurt?! You think I don't wanna murder this...this monster myself?! But that won't solve anything! It won't bring her back! And she would never want you to cross that line, Steven!" Steven growled at him. "You have no idea WHAT she would have wanted!" Wallace slapped him again, the sting lingering in Steven's face. "DON'T YOU TELL ME THAT! YOU KNOW THAT SHE WOULD NEVER WANT THAT! YOU KNOW IT!" Steven was breathing heavily, and he fell to his knees as a wave of grief hit him again.

"Why?" he muttered, "Why her?" Wallace sighed, his turquoise eyes glazed with sadness. "I don't know, Steven. I don't know." Wallace's Swanna, likely the Pokemon he had gotten there on, was snuggled up to Frita's stone body. It's head was hung in sadness. There was a soft stream of mumbling and laughter. Steven gazed over at Lysandre furiously, and the psychopath stared right back at him.

"Even if my ultimate plan failed," he cackled, "I've still won! Your friend is dead! The last of the Golems has been wiped from existence! You never stood a ch- hrk!" Faster than anyone could process, Jethro had walked behind the man, who was on his knees at the time, and unleashed a devastating roundhouse kick to his head, knocking him out cold as he collapsed to the ground and lay still. Jethro looked to Wallace and Steven and smirked, straightening his shirt.

"Now THAT felt good!" he said proudly. "Been waiting to shut him up." Wallace smirked sadly at him. "I suppose Frita would have approved of that…" Jethro shrugged. "Perhaps, perhaps not," he said. "I'm betting she would have chuckled at me doing it at least, given what he did to her. Look, Wallace, I know it's not that moral, but I didn't want to take the time to encase him in an Ice Beam." Wallace nodded, turning away to look at Frita, and then at Charlie. He walked slowly over to the Pokemon and placed a gentle hand on his nose. He frowned. Charlie's nose was warm. "I have a feeling things are going to get worse." He called over his shoulder. As he spoke, Charlie's eyes slowly slid open and he moaned. He hadn't been dead as everyone had first thought, but he had been close. It had taken him a while to regain consciousness.

Jethro's Rayquaza roared in delight and smiled at the Pokemon, but the moment was brief. Steven gave the Pokemon a pitiful look as he looked around, confused. He very slowly got to his feet. And then everything went to Hellgar as he saw Frita. His big red eyes welled up with tears and he howled, plopping back on his rear in front of her. He sat and cried and cried and cried more. In fact, he had more tears than anyone thought a Fire Type could have. Steven sat with him, and after a while there was a rustling behind them. They turned, not particularly interested until they saw what it was that had made the sound.

Yveltal had gotten back to its feet, glaring at them in fury. The angry Pokemon let out a screech when it saw Frita's stone body and flapped its wings. It wanted revenge, and now it couldn't have it. It decided to take its rage out on the first thing it saw after that, which happened to be Steven and Charlie. It fired a Dark Pulse at them first blasting Charlie away, the weakened Pokemon unable to fight back, and then turned on Steven. 'Why is everyone blaming and trying to kill me?! I haven't done anything! I should be the one attacking!' Steven dove as the Pokemon fired another attack, narrowly missing the Hoenn Champion. The blast it created when it hit the ground flung him forward, causing him to crash into one of the many, many stones around the area. It blew Frita across the ground too, so that the two ended up landing right next to each other. Everyone else scattered.

Steven's Pokemon jumped to his defense, attacking the Legend without another thought. They all managed to avoid an Oblivion Wing and circled the Pokemon, trying to confuse it. They weren't exactly successful, and the Pokemon flapped its wings, flinging the Pokemon all over the place. Jethro's Rayquaza dove at Yveltal, but the Pokemon fired a Dark Pulse directly at it, hitting it in the face. It roared and flared backward, twisting and writhing. Metagross fired a Flash Cannon, but it didn't do very much, and the Pokemon couldn't use Hammer Arm from the distance it was at. Yveltal knocked it away with a swat of its huge wing, taking out Aerodactyl with it. Skarmory screeched, launching a Rock Slide attack but Yveltal took off before it could hit.

It dove straight at Steven, intending to grab him, but it was stopped by Steven's tiniest Pokemon. Little Carbink had fired a Moonblast directly at Yveltal which forced it to pull up suddenly to avoid being hit. "Carbink!" Steven's Pokemon yelled in a high pitched little voice. Even when it was angry, it was absolutely adorable and that made it much underestimated. With its Fairy and Rock Typing, it was a perfect match for a battle against Yveltal. It couldn't fly, but it didn't need to. "Carbink, Carbink!"

It hopped angrily above the ground, challenging the Legendary. Yveltal screeched and fired an Oblivion Wing at it. Carbink stood its ground, firing a Moonblast in retaliation. The collision caused a large explosion and Carbink launched a Stone Edge attack. Yveltal just managed to dodge it, and dove in for a Wing Attack. Carbink ducked out of the way, its little blue eyes widening. "Carbink! Carbink-bink!" It called after the massive Pokemon. It was taunting Yveltal. The Pokemon of Destruction dove in for another attack, and that put it right where Carbink wanted it. The little floating rock unleashed another Stone Edge. It was too close for Yveltal to dodge, and it ended up being a direct hit.

Carbink cheered, proud of itself. But its pride was short lived. The attack had hurt Yveltal, but one attack wasn't enough to take it down and it hopped to its feet, screeching at Carbink. As the little Pokemon prepared a Moonblast, Yveltal swatted it aside as though it were nothing. Carbink went flying, bouncing off of several rocks and other things until it finally came to a halt. It looked worse for wear after that, and it floated feebly up off the ground, its ears drooping and its eyes squeezing shut.

Yveltal began advancing on Steven again, who was practically helpless. He may have gotten over his concussion, but the bruises from getting hit by Charlie were still there, and he had hit the rock right on them. They had practically crippled him. He was in so much pain he could barely move. Metagross made a desperate effort to stop the enraged Pokemon, but Yveltal blocked the Flash Cannon with its wing. It rounded on the approaching Pokemon, all of whom were trying to stop it, and flapped its wings. It used Whirlwind, flinging the Pokemon and their trainers back.

It turned, glaring at Steven. It had every intent on ending him. It raised its head back, readying to crush him with its massive beak. As it dove forward, Steven looked at Frita. He reached a hand out to touch her and muttered something that no one else could hear. Yveltal was mere feet away when a brilliant wall of red-pink flame shot up in front of them. Yveltal screeched in surprise and hopped backward, giving an angry squawk. At that point, Steven passed out.