A Man In Pursuit of Power! Norman!

Her fork sat in her hand. It was her favorite fork. The one she always uses, no matter the meal. It was a pink plastic fork that her mother would wash over and over again, because she knew her daughter loved it so. So, to hold this fork again, to dine with it like always, it felt so great. It dove into the Magikarp beneath her, taking some of the pieces out. Her mother's home-cooked Magikarp is the greatest in the land, no doubt.

May Ruby ate the food before her without a moment's hesitation, while she heard the sounds of her family eat all around her. Max to her side, eating the food on his plate, whilst trying to keep some splatter out of his glasses. Norman directly oppose to her on the other side of the circular table, eating as well. He was smiling, and trying to talk about an event that transpired with his mouth full. Her mother, Carolina, was right beside him, eating with a smile on her face as she enjoyed her own cooking.

In such a long time, the entire Ruby family was together, eating dinner. The broken trio was now made full and four again. They sat there and ate dinner, all the while the TV flared some ways away. It was like May never left home; as if she was always here. As if that day, a few months ago, never occurred. As if their twelve-year-old daughter was always sleeping upstairs, and had just now run downstairs to have dinner.

It was a grand moment indeed.

"So, when I was fighting," Norman said as he laughed a bit, "I just had the good foolish sense to not pay attention to anything I was doing. Fighting a Zangoose and having my Spinda use Toxic on it? Just what was I thinking?"

"I don't get it, Norman," said Carolina, "What is so wrong with using Toxic on Zangoose?"

"Oh! Oh!" Max spoke up next, "It's because Zangoose has Immunity! They can't be affected by Poison-type moves, ya'know?"

"Yeah, and that just flew right over my head," Norman said before he looked at his daughter, "What do you have to say about this May?"

She just looked at them all, mouth full of food. She swallowed it all, before cocking her head at her family. Instead of answering, May just took a few bites out of the meal already in her mouth. In doing so, she caused them all to laugh while she blushed from embarrassment. Yup, this was normal. This was the life she missed. Where in the family, she was the silent, distant, and slightly introverted one.

But no longer.

"That was pretty stupid," she said as she looked him squared in the eye, "I've fought my fair share of Zangoose and never used Toxic on them! I know well enough not to do that!"

That wasn't completely true. She did fight Zangooses here and there, but she never used Toxic on them for multiple reasons, not one of them being their immunity to Poison-type moves. She didn't even know that until now. If anything, the reason why she never used a Poison-type move on them is because she lacked them. And with Kangoo, she just uses Mach Punch all the time.

All. The freaking. Time.

Nonetheless, May's outburst honestly surprised her family. Max was stupefied really; no one ever spoke back to their father like that, especially not May. She would normally just sit there and nod in concurrence. But she couldn't anymore. May Ruby was a Pokémon Trainer now; they should've recognized that.

"Yes, I guess it was pretty stupid," Norman laughed, as if his daughter told a great joke, "Guess I should've recognized that, huh!?"

He continued to laugh a bit before wiping his mouth clean with his shirt. Yeah, it was something he'd only do in the safe confides of his own home and nowhere else. Shortly after, he continued eating his meal, as if everything was normal. Max and May too. Only Carolina was still shaken by the actions of her daughter. Her fingers were quaking as she held onto her fork, while her family ate all around her. Eventually, she just calmed herself down.

But it wasn't all that easy with the TV on. It was on the Trainer Channel of course; Max's doing. And on the Trainer Channel, since there was a distinct lack of battles occurring at Gyms right now, it did what all TV channels did. It played re-runs of old matches, or here called 'Legacy Matches'. That's what the bottom left corner said, anyway.

So what Legacy Match was it showing this time?

"I adore you energizing candor," Wattson laughed, "But I'm afraid this just isn't a match-up for you!" he pointed his finger out, "Now Magneton! Shockwave!"

Their eyes fell on the TV screen, with May having trouble as she stared over her father's side. It was a Legacy Match alright. A fight from not too long ago. Okay, yeah, it kinda was. Her match against Wattson at Mauville City. For on this side, there was their twelve-year-old daughter with her Mawile, clashing against Wattson and his Magneton. Shockwave caught Futakuchi, since it is an unavoidable move. Despite her steel defenses, she just couldn't survive it all. It knocked her out.

As the Legacy Match played, the Ruby family slowly turned to face the first child. She just stared back at their faces, as this awkward air settled in. May, in an attempt to disperse this air,gazed back down into the food she ate. And, slowly, the rest of the family did too. But that fun atmosphere just wasn't there.

…

In the dark musk of night, he roamed about. In his pajama pants and no shirt. It's not like he needed to wear one; he's the man of the house! He could wear whatever the hell he wants. Nonetheless, waking up in the middle of the night is a terrible feeling. Who wants to do that? Ripped violently from the blissful land of death; it's horrible.

But, hey, nature calls.

Norman Ruby rubbed the side of his head as he groaned, feeling his bowls echo within. He drank a bit too much soda that night, it would seem. Not to mention a little something else. But, oh yeah, no alcohol around the children. So now he was dealing with his wife's own rules in his gut.

"Darnit..." Norman growled, "Where is that bathroom?"

He stumbled a bit as he finally came to the bathroom on this floor, where his hand gripped the doorknob. Only, he found his eyes turning toward the door closest to the bathroom, and farthest from his room. It was a tad bit open, allowing a fleeting glimpse inside. He could see a female's shadow standing within. He rubbed the back of his head a bit, before grabbing the door by its knob and pushing it. It flew over ever so slowly, with a massive creek to boot. If anything, he expected to see his daughter standing there.

What he instead got was her Kirlia. Standing there all alone in May's room. The Emotion Pokémon slowly turned toward him on her tiptoes, red eyes open wide from surprise. Why was the father of her Master standing before her like this? She could only ponder that question as she looked at her.

"Oh... uh... hey, you," Norman said as he crouched down to a knee so he could be at eye-level with her, "You're name is Kyra, right?" she nodded, which made him laugh, "Nice name, actually..." he chuckled, "You... you remind me a bit of May when she was that size. At that time, she wanted to be a belly dancer because of all those shows she and I would sit through..." he looked to the ceiling, "May was always my little girl, ya'know? She was more me and her mother, and I'm pretty sure that irks Carolina to no end..." he looked back down, "I love my daughter, I really do. I just wish things happened a different way..."

"Dad?"

Norman turned around quickly as he stood up as well. Standing at the door in her frilly pajamas was his beloved daughter. She was staring at him with her head cocked to one side, shocked that it was he who was standing in her room of all people. She put down the cup of milk in her on the night stand while she walked past her father to sit on her bed. Kyra joined her on said bed, while their eyes moved up to her father in unison. May seemed so surprised by her father's being here, while he felt slightly embarrassed. Nonetheless, he gave his daughter a smile and ruffled her hair a bit, just like he always did. Then he kissed her on the forehead, just like he used too.

"I love you May," he whispered to her, "You have no idea how happy it makes me seeing you home again."

"I love you too, daddy," she replied when he kissed her.

He turned to leave the room, in order to do that which he set out to do tonight in the first place. That is relieve himself, ya'know? But as he got to the doorway and prepared to exit, his daughter called out to him once more.

"Daddy!"

"Yes, May?" he asked as he turned and faced her.

"Tomorrow... I'm going to fight you... at Petalburg Gym..."

"Tomorrow, huh?" he asked as he lingered at the door, gazing at his daughter over his shoulder, "Then after that... will my little girl come back?"

She shook her head in a 'no' manner, which made him laugh briefly.

"I'm going to keep going, Daddy," she said, "Until I'm the Champion of Hoenn."

When she said that, all he heard was his little girl and boastful twelve-year-old words. It was small, youthful, and cute. It made him smile, before ultimately sighing. There was this certain maturity within his daughter's voice. When she said those words, he felt himself actually believe them. That his daughter, of all people, could become Pokémon Champion of Hoenn. Maybe. Or maybe it was just the illusions of a twelve-year-old girl. Though he didn't want to believe them.

"You're going to keep at this, aren't you?" he asked his daughter, to which she nodded, "Even though you could get hurt?" she nodded, "Even though you have been hurt? Nearly killed?" once again, she nodded, though this was slower, "You'll keep going? Even though you know there's a chance you can fail?"

"I won't fail," May said, as if he had insulted her with his words.

"You won't fail, huh?" Norman replied as he suddenly turned around and marched to his daughter, "Then tell me, May. Are you ready to face challenges beyond anything you've ever faced before?"

"I faced Team Magma!" she exclaimed.

"Eh, they're second-rate," he claimed as he bent over to be at eye-level with her, "What you'll face in the future will be twelve-times worse, May. You'll fight people who hate you, want you dead, even. What do you say then, huh?"

"I. Won't. Fail..." she claimed, complete faith in herself and her words.

"I don't believe you," Norman said as he stood back up again, his body casting a daunting shade over his daughter, "Tomorrow then, I want you to prove it to me. I want you to prove you have the power to become Champion..." he turned around and started to leave the room, "I'm not going to go easy on you, May. Even if you are my daughter. If you win, then you go ahead and challenge Winona at Forttree City. But if you lose..." he looked over his shoulder at her, "Then you're coming back home, and we go back to how things used to be."

May swallowed her spit in fear when she heard him say that. Was she really that sure of herself? So sure of her skills and her Pokémon, that she'd gladly go toe-to-toe with her own father? The child didn't know, and that terrified her. Nonetheless, she swallowed her spit and nodded, accepting his challenge.

Maybe it was her own childishness. Like she thought she was invincible, and thus victory was assured. Or maybe it was because she was completely sure of herself. Like she knew without a shadow of a doubt, that she could win this fight. No one knows what went through May's head that moment when she said 'yes'.

…

"No Norman!" shouted the woman, "There is no way this is happening!"

"It is happening," he replied, "So just calm down, Caroline..."

He zipped up his burgundy jacket, while his stern eyes stared himself down in the mirror. This tall man who was a Gym Leader; he was about to face his own daughter, ya'know. The very same daughter who ran away to become a Pokémon Trainer. And from those aspiring dreams, she had become just that. A Pokémon Trainer, and a damn fine one at that.

Yeah, she was great. And he wouldn't insult her skills by going easy on her.

"Just tell May to come back home!" Carolina continued to shout as her husband moved from the mirror to grab the keys on their dresser, "She'll listen to you more than she'd listen to me! I know that's for sure!"

"Caroline..."

"Why did this have to happen to us!?"

"Caroline..."

"We should've never left Johto! We should've just stayed in Olivine!"

"Caroline! Shut up!"

The brunette came to a stop. She looked at her husband, who so callously lifted his voice toward her. He had never done so before, which was what had her so shocked. Norman was normally such a calm man, but this had him mixed up. He gave a hard sigh, before turning to face his beloved wife. Once more, she looked close to tears. He walked up to her, placed his hands on her shoulders, then kissed her passionately on the lips.

"Caroline..." he whispered before giving a sweet and loving smile, "Everything is going to be fine, okay?"

"I don't want you and May fighting one another," Caroline replied, her lips trembling, "Why can't our daughter just come back home? Why can't life go back to the way it was?"

"It's not so bad, Caroline," Norman said, "I can see it in May's eyes. She's a Pokémon Trainer now, and an amazing one. I can just see it..." he nuzzled his wife sweetly, "It's all going to be okay, okay?"

"Just don't fight May... please?"

"I have to, Caroline," Norman said, "It's my duty. Not only as a Gym Leader, but as her father..." he turned to leave the room, "I recommend you come as well. I'm pretty sure the fight is going to be great. It's our daughter, after all..."

He finally left the room, leaving Caroline alone. She fell on their bed, her eyes threatening to spill tears. Instead, she gazed out the window toward the rising morning son. The woman's heart rose and lowered as she found herself breathing heavily. Scratching the side of her head, she wondered what path she choose for her life to come out like this. Was it because she loved her daughter too much?

"Norman!" she suddenly shouted, "Hold up! I'm coming!"

…

He rode on the back of his sister's bike, all the way up to the Petalburg Gym. He held tightly onto her, fearing she would fall off the bike. Possibly on purpose, just so she could hurt him. But as he clenched tightly on the body of his sister, he felt there was a difference within her. She wasn't throwing him about like a tall monster – ya'know, like she used too – instead she was straightforward and determined. Before long, he watched as their combined destination sat before them. Petalburg City.

May's bike skidded to a halt as they neared the mighty Gym of Petalburg. She kicked the stand up and gazed upon the tall building, a certain rush running through her body. Max stepped off as well, while his sister continued to stand. Her fingers twitched just a bit, before she stood up from her yellow Acro bike.

She was waiting for this moment for so long. The day she'd finally be able to challenge her father to a Pokémon. It invigorated May for two reasons. One, she got to prove to her family that she was a great Pokémon Trainer. And two, she was absolutely terrified. Her father, when he needed to be, was a dominating man. Her rump could still remember the sting of various punishments over the years. So to face him in battle when he said he wouldn't hold back; how could she possibly stand to his great might?

"May?" Max called as he tugged on his sister's pants leg.

She looked down to him, before giving a smile. Ruffling the hair of her little brother, she made him blush of all things. He wasn't expecting an action like that. The May who stood before him right now was vastly different from the May he always knew.

"May! You do know Dad's gonna pound you, right?" Max said as he tugged on the edge of his sister's shirt, "I think it would be just wise to not fight him!"

Why was he saying this? Originally, he'd love to watch his sister get absolutely destroyed in a Pokémon Battle. It would prove his superiority in such logic. But that's not what was happening. He didn't want his sister to face his father. One of which being she wanted him to come home, and everything to go back to normal. But that didn't make any sense. He knew the bet she made with their father. If she losses, then she stays home. Which means he wins, right?

No. Because a part of him, a very, very,small part of him, believed his sister could win.

May ignored her brother's words, finding it best to just push open the doors to the Petalburg Gym. Unlike yesterday, they barged open without a moment's hesitation. The twelve-year-old roamed into the warm wood furnishes of the building, where she found it to be incredibly familiar. It was like their old home in Olivine City. It had that same roomy feel in the air; the kind she grew up in. It made her stop to breathe deeply.

"Huh..." she whispered.

"May... are you really going to fight Dad?" asked Max meekly from behind, his hands on his sister's pants.

All she could do was nod to confirm him.

There were doors in front of her, doors that were locked the last time she came to the Gym. May just knew that behind those doors was the battleground. She walked toward them, placed her hands on them, then stopped to breath in deeply. Eyes closed, she gave a deep and hard breath, before a mighty 'UMPH!' And upon doing so, she pushed the doors open. Light flashed into her eyes, forcing Max and May to cover them. They walked into the room together, before Max suddenly stopped. When May's eyes opened, her suspicions were confirmed. She gazed around to the bowl-shaped arena she walked into. And just like all the arena's she walked into, the floor held the mighty insignia of a Poké Ball.

May stared around the battleground, where it was just her. Outside the edge, there was chairs. Sitting in the chair was her mother. And soon after, she was joined by Max, who sat directly beside her. May waved at her family, gaining a weak wave from Max, and no wave from her mother. Caroline was just watching. Feeling slightly put down, the child shifted her gaze away from her mother, and instead toward the man at the opposite end of the arena. The man who's back was turned toward her.

"Hm... So, you did get four Gym Badges," said Norman, "Fine, as I promised, we will have a Pokémon Battle."

His voice was strong and terrifying. This was the voice she heard only when he was, once again, about to dish out punishment. He turned and faced her, his face hard, eyebrows pointed inward in a daunting glare. May felt her heart freeze up, but only briefly. She wouldn't be deterred by her father's strength.

"May... I'm so happy that I can have a real battle with my own child," he said that with love, though that powerful voice didn't make her feel it that much, "But, a battle is a battle! I will do everything in my power as a Gym Leader to win. May," he withdrew a Poké Ball, "you'd better give give it your best shot, too!"

"Right!" she replied as she withdrew one of her own.

"Battlers!" shouted the Pokémon Media... wait, no, that was Caroline! She was the official mediator of this Gym Battle, "Petalburg City Gym Leader Norman! Versus Challenger May Ruby of Olivin... I mean, Littleroot Town! The rules are as followed: the Trainers are to use any Pokémon they have on their person currently, but only three are permitted!"

It was at this point that May would immediately fling out her Pokémon without a moment's hesitation. But she didn't; not this time. Nor did Norman. They just gazed at one another; long and hard. The two of them, daughter and father. May's hand was rapidly clenching in as her Poké Ball enlarged in hand. And for Norman, he pulled his Poké Ball back.

"Go..."

May flung out her Poké Ball, and so did Norman. The red and white capsules snapped open, the ones father and daughter sent out. And from the machines, two Pokémon of equal statures fell out. For May, it was the same Pokémon that roamed the house last night. The one with the green legs, and the white frilly skirt. It was the Emotion Pokémon,

"Kirrrrrrr," announced Kyra, as she daintily danced from toe-to-toe.

"Sppppiiiiiiiinnn!" shouted Norman's Pokémon.

Spinda, the Spot Panda Pokémon. All the Sinda that exist in the world are said to have utterly unique spot patterns. The shaky, tottering steps of this Pokémon give it the appearance of dancing.

May gazed to her foe. It was a panda. A brown panda with dots on its body. Its eyes were swirls, as well as its ears. If anything, it was an incredibly cute looking panda. May would've hugged it to death, had she not seen many frolicking around on Route 113. It was a Spinda, and honestly, May never knew her father owned such a Pokémon. It was new to her.

A part of May reminded her she could still run away. She quickly shoved that part of her mind away.

"Kyra!" she shouted, "Psychic!"

May's Kirlia leaped back, her red eyes suddenly glowing. At the same time, the horns on her head flared a valiant shine, as she pushed out her arms. Kyra gave a hard groan, as she fired a near invisible wave of destruction toward her awaiting foe. It wasn't an attack that would do physical damage, but instead metaphysical damage.

Upon entering the mind of the Kirlia before her, Kyra found something deranged. It was all broken, shattered, frenzied. Which was what Psychic is supposed to do. She couldn't further break an already broken world. Kyra's eyes widened upon noticing this. She also noticed something else.

"Kyra! Get out-of-the-way!" May shouted, just in time.

The Kirlia leaped back and away in tune with her master's words, while Norman's Spinda rammed head-first toward her. Landing on her dainty toes, Kyra twirled around to face her enemy once more. Meanwhile, Norman's Spinda got back to his wobbly feet, as it gave this powerful smile.

"Spin spin!" it said, "Spin, spin, spin, spin spin!"

"Rrrrlia," Kyra replied, noticeable animosity within her words.

"Kyra!" Ricka yelled, "Calm Mind!"

"Spinda! Encore!" Norman added.

May's eyes widened at the call. Encore? What was that? Nonetheless, Kyra placed her hands together as she stopped dancing on her toes. Eyes closed, she focused with all her might on this move, and this move alone. Her mind became a calm and steady palm, free of any disturbances save for the ones she let in herself. It was like a drip of water, right in the center of it all. Her eyes opened soon after where, to her surprise, Spinda was clapping. Clapping for her.

"Spin! Spin!" he said as she clapped, which made Kyra blush from embarrassment.

Instead of getting ready for battle once more, the Emotion Pokémon started to use Calm Mind again. Which was off; May did not order for another Calm Mind! So why was she using it!? Then she realized it was her father's doing. Spinda's Encore had done this.

"Now it's my turn," Norman said as he suddenly pointed, "Spinda! Facade!"

While Kyra was using Calm Mind once more, fortifying her special defenses and special attacks, her Spinda enemy got a bit more physical. All that strengthening of the mind wouldn't help if the attack sent was by hand. Spinda delivered a full body tackle to his enemy, finally snapping her free of the Encore, and throwing her back into the wall. Being an extremely fragile species, Kyra was completely winded by the blow as her eyes grew wide. She fell onto her feet soon after, the brutal blow seemingly ending the fight as a whole.

Caroline stood once more, ready to call the match, while Max covered his mouth with his hands. To their surprise however, May's as well, Kyra stood back on her feet. The Kirlia glared at her Spinda foe, completely enraged by the blow dealt to her. She didn't start dancing again, instead walking forward slowly and in a daunting manner. She couldn't wait to put her foe in his place.

"Kyra! Psychic!" May commanded, an appropriate hand gesture following the action.

Kyra pointed at her foe, making Norman grunt from concern. Instead of answering with a counter attack, he decided to be wiser about the situation.

"Spinda!" he yelled, "Teeter Dance!"

While Krya charged up an attack that would surely defeat Spinda in one foe, he began dancing. Well, it was hard to tell. A Spinda dancing could easily be confused for a Spinda just standing there. But it was dancing alright, dancing in a wild and frenetic way. It's pace, unruly and hard to catch, as it just wobbled on feet that were confusing.

Yeah, confusing. When did that one Spinda become two Spinda? Hell, when did it become three!?

Kyra growled as she fired her Psychic blast, sending it flying through the air. It immediately hit the wall in which it created a sizable dent. Yeah, all those Calm Minds really worked wonders for Kyra's mind. Now all she needed to focus on was actually hitting her foe. Norman meanwhile gave a sigh of relief as he watched the tactic unfold. Teeter Dance saves his life again.

"Kyra! Psychic again!" May shouted, intent on finishing her target. Besides, it wasn't like she had much of a choice.

Her Kirlia started to fire off invisible blast after invisible blast of highly concentrated psychic energy. The various blasts were all sent in Spinda's immediate direction. He was able to dodge the attacks, because her confused eyesight made most blast fly in a missed direction any way. But the ones that did fly his way forced the Spot Panda Pokémon to employ evasive maneuvers to keep conscious. With steady eyes, Norman watched as Kyra fired Psychic after Psychic, and he counted them all down too. There was one more Psychic she had left, one final blast. Once that missed, then he would react.

"KIIIIIRRRR!" Kyra roared as she fired her tenth Psychic toward her annoying foe.

Just like the last, it missed, flying above Spinda's head and hitting the wall harmlessly. Norman smirked; Kyra had used up all the power for that one move.

"Now's your chance!" shouted Norman, "Facade!"

Once more, the Spinda rushed for its dainty foe. It was prepared to completely destroy Kyra with this one move that would throw it brutally into the wall. Meanwhile, Kyra was too busy trying to focus her confused eyes to do anything.

Or so Spinda believed.

He rushed his enemy, but she stuck out a foot. It caught Spinda by the toes, surprising the jittery Pokémon. It crashed into the ground, while Kyra turned back around. While Spinda tried to stand once more, Kyra placed her foot on its back. The Spot Panda Pokémon gazed back up, while she opened her hand and fired...

An eleventh Psychic.

The point-blank attack powered by multiple Calm Minds was a virtual one-hit KO. Spinda was thrown in the air and away, where it smacked into the wall like a wad of gum. Norman was shocked by this, for that was impossible. There's no way a Kirlia could muster up more than ten Psychics.

Unless May used,

"PP Up," his daughter explained, "I... I gave Kyra a PP Up... just to see what it did... and I learn she could use more of her moves without giving out..."

Norman's face was shocked by the skills his daughter employed. But, ultimately, he smiled. She was his daughter alright, and that made him proud. So proud, he could feel the burning sensation within his heart. He was so happy. Nonetheless, he didn't show it.

"Round 1..." said Caroline as she shook her head clear of her astonishment, "Victor! Challenger May Ruby!"

May was taken aback when she heard those words. She was victorious of the first round? Normally, she would lose the first round then come back and win in the second. It astonished her, and made her giddy with excitement. Seeing his daughter jaunt around whilst smiling made Norman smile as well. But the exact moment she got serious again, he did too.

Norman recalled his silent Spinda to his Poké Ball, while he looked upon his foe. Kyra, while strong, did take a full on Facade to the body. And, let's face it, Kirlia's aren't necessarily known for their amazing physical defense. The Embrace Pokémon was breathing hard as she stared up to the older man before her, the man who was her Trainer's father.

"I'm impressed, May," said her father as he withdrew his next Poké Ball, "I wasn't expecting another Psychic from Kyra here... that's something a smart trainer would do..." his face grew hard again, "But don't expect to catch me off guard once more in this fight. I'm now prepared for everything."

Maverick Talks!

Chapter 26! And posted in record time! I think.

Anyway, this chapter is the first half of the Norman fight. If anything, the first part of this chapter was supposed to be on last chapter's ending. This chapter was supposed to be nothing but a long battle between Norman and May. But instead, I've decided to part the chapter into two. This half being between Kyra and Norman's Spinda, with the next two Pokemon battles being to be known next time.

Once more, for Norman's team, I've decided to use some of his Emerald Pokemon. It's because his Ruby team is two Slakings and a Vigoroth. I haven't the slightest clue why Ruby has so many repeating Pokemon in teams. So, anyway, I replaced one of the Slaking's with his Spinda from Emerald. Just feels better.

I also like the idea of Norman's match mediator being his wife, Caroline. I wanted this chapter to be a family affair, so to have another mediator felt out of place. In another idea, I wanted this to take place in some large stadium, but once again, I thought the family dynamic being better. Just the idea of a fight between May and Norman, with only Max and Caroline watching, feels so cool.

Anyway, the only one of May's Pokemon seen in this chapter is Kyra. I wanted Kyra to come back and be used in a battle, unlike in the chapter Mirages, when she just served to use Flash and whatnot. Now, she's in an actual battle! A battle that shall continue on in the next chapter! Speaking of the next chapter...

May's battle continues to rage on against her beloved father. Awesome, right?

I wonder what's going to happen next. As in after May's face-off with Norman. Where to next? Well, obviously to Forttree but...

Yeah. We'll get something else, I know it.

I bet you're all happy I'm still writing this, ain'tcha?

Maverick Kay Prime