Six Mewtwos attacked, starting with a six way Hyper Beam. The more canid looking Mewtwos growled as they hit the field, Warriorf blocking the attack with Protect. Krom frowned, splitting his pole axe into two bearded axes, twirling them in his grip. Warriorf surged forward, and three Mewtwos flew around the dwarf, heading straight for Krom. Krom frowned, wondering how these Pokemon came into being, and why they were here.
Krom swung his left axe up, catching a Mewtwo in the stomach, causing it to stumble back. A second came down with Fire Punch, Krom swinging to the side to slice the fingers from the Pokemon's hand. He ducked under an Ice Punch, cleaving at the Mewtwo's knee. The Pokemon cried out, stumbling back. Krom shot to his feet, frowning.
Warriorf swung up, catching a Mewtwo in the jaw, sending it flying. He spun to crush the arm of a second, using Dark Pulse to repel a third. He jumped back, avoiding a Thunder Punch. Warriorf frowned. Mewtwo wasn't a physical Pokemon, nor did it look as canid as his foes did. He shrugged, slamming his hammer into the jaw of a Mewtwo, hearing the crack of it's neck.
Krom jumped back from a Thunderbolt. He leapt to the side, avoiding an Ice Beam. He ran forward, barely avoiding a Flamethrower. He growled, throwing one of his axes. The Mewtwo avoided it, turning to watch the axe hit the ground next to the dwarf. The Mewtwo turned back, a second before Krom's second axe hit it between the eyes, killing it. Krom grunted, Thunder Punched by a Mewtwo. He ducked another, sweeping the Pokemon's legs from underneath it. The Mewtwo hit the ground, Krom jumping back to avoid the second living one. He kicked the Pokemon in the chest, knocking it back. He swung his fist, the Mewtwo grabbing his fist. The Pokemon used Thunderbolt, but Krom was unaffected. He rammed his fist into the Pokemon's jaw, knocking it back.
Warriorf grunted, struck by a Signal Beam. He leapt into the air, swinging at a Mewtwo. It avoided, and the dwarf rolled in the air to throw his hammer, striking the Mewtwo in the chest, crushing it. The dwarf grunted as he hit the ground. He leapt to his feet to combat the second Mewtwo. He Thunder Punched, the Pokemon leaning to the side, Focus Blasting the dwarf in the side. The dwarf grunted as he slid back, using Dark Pulse to attack. The Mewtwo avoided the attack, the rings striking one of the Mewtwos Krom battled, snapping it's spin and killing it. Krom gave his friend a thumbs up, and chuckled. Granitwarf used ExtremeSpeed, then Wring Out. The combination wrung the Pokemon's neck, killing it.
Krom swung his leg, the other Mewtwo using his leg to block. Krom rolled, bringing his knee up. The Mewtwo used his palm to block, it's fingers gone. Krom smirked, and grabbed the Pokemon's neck, twisting hard. The Pokemon's neck was broken, and it fell to the ground, dead.
Granitwarf placed his hammer in a loop on his belt, picking up Krom's axes. He connected them back into the pole axe, and Krom stretched. He laughed, walking over. He gave his friend a thumbs up. "That was weird and random, but meh." Krom said, shrugging. Warriorf chuckled. Just then, a mighty black Hyper Beam flew across the sky, striking Krom in the side. The boy made no noise, flying straight into a rock formation. Warriorf turned to where the beam came from, to see none other than Arceus fading into the darkness.
Three portals opened, and Pokemon began to spill out. Machamp, Garchomp, Salamence and Tyranitar to name but a few. Warriorf roared, charging the mass army that began to flood out toward him. He swung the pole axe, removing the head of a Machamp as he disconnected the pole axe. He swung one axe, removing a Garchomp's wing, the other axe tearing a huge chunk of flesh from a Tyranitar. He swung his leg out, kicking a Salamence and breaking it's neck. The dwarf roared, the Hyper Voice sending his foes sliding back. He spun, swinging and leaving a huge X shaped wound on a Garchomp, spinning to decapitate a Dragonite. The dwarf growled, eyes alight with flame.
He swung, seeing even more blood fly. His eyes hazed over with rage, his body numb. Blood leaked into his eyes, and down his chest. He even felt blood run down his legs, and in his hair. He roared, his emotions out of control. He killed hundreds of foes, and thousands more poured out. He swung, seeing a head go flying. He couldn't tell what the head belonged to, or the arm that soon followed. The portals didn't close, and the foes kept coming. The dwarf would not stop until his friend was avenged. Krom lay under rock, struck by Arceus himself. This angered Warriorf, and he fought for the chance to end Arceus.
Simba froze once he felt Arceus' power. He growled, feeling the battle out. He could barely focus, and walked through the village, angered. Vraccas appeared, grunting. "I felt it to. It awoke me from a sound sleep. What was it?" he asked. Simba growled. "Warriorf. He's fighting alone. I can't feel Krom anywhere. I want you to teleport Warriorf here now. He's using his life force to battle, and won't make it otherwise. But whatever you do, do not tell Saria, or Kyouhei." he said. The two teleported in not that long after Krom went onto route fourteen, saying the village was better for training. Homika and Benga were still in White Forest, closer to Krom.
Warriorf was teleported in, then fell face first onto the ground. He held Krom's pole axe in one hand, his hammer in the other. Simba growled, and Vraccas and Glenda went to work. He searched as hard as he could, even in the dwarf's memories, and only came to one conclusion. Krom Hitoawa was dead.
The cloaked figure floated onto the battlefield, his scythe in hand. He reaped the souls of those that passed on, taking them to the realm of the dead, where all humans went. He floated up to the rock pile that held the body of Krom Hitoawa, then heard a mighty roar. The cloaked figure turned to see Zekrom of the Ideals crash into the ground, his mighty landing creating a crater. "What are you dong here?" the dragon asked. The cloaked figure chuckled, speaking in a raspy voice. "I have come to claim his soul. It belongs to me now." he said, gripping his scythe. "You cannot have him. He has not passed yet." the dragon spoke, eyes gleaming with hate. The cloaked figure appeared to tilt his head.
"No energy comes from his body. No active Pokemon DNA is ion his body. He is a human, and therefore mine to claim. He has passed, as he has no life force left." he said. Zekrom growled, his tail beginning to glow. The scythe of the reaper began to glow, a sickly purple color. Zekrom tucked his head down, ready to lunge. The reaper lifted his scythe above his head. But before either mighty being could make the first move, the voice spoke.
Enough it said. Then, HE appeared, rising from the ground. Energy pulsed around HIM, angry. "What appears to be going on here?" HE said. Zekrom growled. "The fool thinks he may lay claim to Krom Hitoawa's body." he said, respectfully. HEturned to the reaper. "You lay claim to the body?" the reaper nodded. "Yes. The human has died, and his soul is mine." he said. Zekrom growled. "He is no human!" he roared. HE turned to Zekrom. "Oh? Then what is he?"HE asked. Zekrom frowned. "Krom Hitoawa is a Halfling." he said. The reaper laughed. "He is no Halfling. You mated with Gracia Akechi thousands of years ago. You know full well his Pokemon DNA is so diluted, it is no longer there." he said. HE turned his back.
The reaper's scythe glew, and HE chuckled. "Don't even try it. Last time, I beat you so bad, you became naught but an errand boy for the gods." HE said. The reaper grunted. Deep down within Krom Hitoawa's DNA HE peered. He saw many black strains, all dormant. A chuckled, followed by a snap of claw. Black strains of DNA erupted, wrapping around the normal human DNA. The mighty laugh of HIM followed, and he turned. "It is done. You shall both leave this place, and never return." HE said. The reaper growled, before fading into the darkness. The dragon frowned. "What did you do to my son?" he asked. HE laughed. "Your child is simply changing. Whether he lives or not is up to him." HE said. Zekrom grunted, before setting off into the darkening sky.
Homika walked route fourteen, frowning. It looked like a huge battle had raged in this place, but she couldn't sense it. She shrugged, walking through the battle worn route. She slowed when she saw the bodies of Pokemon littering the ground. Garchomp, Machamp, Salamence, nearly every Pokemon she'd seen and more. But, in the center of the field was six Mewtwo, all dead. She grunted, smelling Gary Oak all over this. She noticed a pile of rocks that seemed off. She walked up the rock pile, using Psychic to move the rocks, and fling them across the route. When she turned back from making sure no one was hurt by the rock, she froze.
Krom Hitoawa lay in a crater, bloody and beaten. She grabbed his arm, pulling him from the crater. She was in shock, and kneeled down next to him. "Krom, what the fuck happened?" she asked, and received no answer. She placed her fingers on his neck, and gasped when she felt no pulse. She tried to feel out his energy, but felt nothing. She growled, eyes watering. She didn't know what to do, and screamed. "SIMBA!" she roared, calling for the only Halfling who'd know what to do.
Simba froze at the sound of Homika's voice in his head. He teleported to her location, freezing at the sight of Krom Hitoawa. He growled. He picked up the seemingly dead boy, sending Homika a look. She nodded, wiping tears from her face as she stood. He teleported back to Pinwheel, and Homika followed. He stormed through the village, finding Vraccas and Glenda. They both froze like the air around Kyurem at the sight of Krom. He placed Krom next to the unconscious Warriorf, and Vraccas frowned. "I can't do anything." the Landorus Halfling said. Simba frowned. "Why not?" he said, pupils narrowed. Vraccas looked at the boy. "Someone else had begun something within him. I do not know who, but I'd prefer not to anger them. I cannot heal his flesh, nor his mind. I do not possess the power." he said. Simba hissed. He cursed, heading out to the streets of Pinwheel, where Homika sat on a bench, looking empty.
Saria smiled, and sat down next to Homika. Simba froze, and cursed. The Luxray turned on his heels, preparing to deal with the soon to be upset Halfling. Saria looked at Homika. "Are you okay?' she asked, smiling. Kyouhei stood behind her, giggling. Homika sobbed, and Saria frowned. She used Psychic to read into Homika's thoughts. She saw the recent memories of Homika finding Krom, and froze, her focus broken. Kyouhei frowned, and tilted his head.
'What's wrong?" he asked. Saria shook, and Kyouhei walked over to kneel in front of the two girls. He looked to both of them, his eyes gleaming with foreign intelligence. "Is it Krom? Has he been hurt?" he asked, distressed. Homika shook her head. "He's gone." she whispered. Kyouhei froze. Krom was dead? How could that be? Kyouhei stood slowly, stumbling away, looking empty. Saria frowned, but was too numb herself to move.
Simba growled, calling upon his disciple. "Birusu!" he called. The green Mewtwo appeared in his other form, his flowing tail now on his head, and his ears now spiked. He was shorter, and looked more designed for physical combat. His eyes were a piercing cobalt, and he closed his eyes, bowing his head. "Master." he said, his thick accent clear in his tone. "I want you to head into Krom's mind and do whatever you can. Keep him from dying, and if he is dead, bring him back. Don't fail, or you'll never breathe again." he said, frowning as he left. The Mewtwo sat cross legged, taking a deep breath before plunging himself into Krom's mind.
Kyouhei growled, walking through the hills around the village. There was nothing left for him, as Krom was dead. The Hitoawa made him feel wanted, and while he had the Lionheart pride, Krom would always be his best friend. He had Saria, but she always cared for Krom more, and he didn't care about that. He looked to the left, seeing a boy with blue hair up on a higher hill. He frowned, seeing his camera, and the cross about his neck. He was a spy for the church. And Kyouhei would make sure he paid for spying on his friends in this time of crisis.