"Hello… It's me, your homeless host, Orvil Shiskabob. No one pays
attention to me so let's get straight to the show. I'm sure no one would
care if I did started to insult the show. That's right, I hate this show.
It ruined my life. I'm going to kill all you viewers. Okay, here's the
show."
"We have finally reached Powder City. We will see who the gym leader is."
Ashley made her way through the city looking for the gym much like she did at the last city. When she finally found it, the sign read…
"Zongi: Master Trainer of all Dragonslayer Types."
"Sounds like a challenge."
Ashley made her way inside. Two beast women were kneeling somewhere near the wall. On the other end of the gym in an elaborate chair sat what must be Zongi.
"I'm sorry, I'm rather bored of fighting weaklings. You will have to prove yourself against each Naria and Eyria's evolved Bishon-e-Mon."
"We are lucky."
"There is no way you can beat us."
"I am Naria, I will fight you first."
"Don't count on it."
"Go my Bishonball!"
"GO BISHONBALL!"
Ashley saw that the Bishon-e-Mon was a Draconian Folken. It had angel's wings. Out of her own Bishonball emerged the Van she had caught.
"Van."
"Folken."
"Lord Folken, defeat this inexperienced Bishon-e-Mon immediately."
"Van, Fanelia was destroyed for the greater good of the people."
"No, brother, you see, Fanelia was not destroyed."
"Van, why do you not accept that our country has been destroyed?"
"As long as the hopes and visions of the people remain, Fanelia lives."
"Van, Fanelia is gone."
Van sank to his knees and sobbed.
"Oh, brother, why does it have to be true?"
"Return to me Van!"
The emotional breakdown had caused Van to no longer be of use to Ashley.
"GO BISHONBALL!"
Out of Ashley's next Bishonball came Trowa.
"Hit him strong right away!"
"The way my hair switches from side to side to cover an eye gives my depth and mystery!"
"The way my wings are colored black makes me a greater mystery than you can ever hope to be."
"I am the strong silent type, and that you should be afraid of."
"I too, am of the strong silent type, and that you should fear."
"I will not be afraid of you, if you are like me, I should know all about you."
Both Bishon-e-Mon were equally matched, neither performing anything particularly powerful.
"I have sacrificed much to become what I am."
Trowa could not take it, and now was when Draconian Folken attacked.
"I have beautiful plumed wings."
"I…"
"I have Draconian blood flowing in my veins."
Trowa could not take anything else and so he fell to the floor unconscious.
"It seems you cannot get past me, and remember, there is still Eyria left before you can even face the Gym Leader."
"I'll beat you yet. GO BISHONBALL!"
"I'm sorry, I cannot fight Lord Folken."
"Don't be silly, Gatty, you can so fight him."
Gatty climbed back into his Bishonball.
"I guess that leaves me with one left…"
"Me."
Wufei stepped from a distance back. He approached Draconian Folken.
"Why do you not keep him in his Bishonball?"
"He sort of has a thing against it, now are we gonna fight or what?"
"We have finally reached Powder City. We will see who the gym leader is."
Ashley made her way through the city looking for the gym much like she did at the last city. When she finally found it, the sign read…
"Zongi: Master Trainer of all Dragonslayer Types."
"Sounds like a challenge."
Ashley made her way inside. Two beast women were kneeling somewhere near the wall. On the other end of the gym in an elaborate chair sat what must be Zongi.
"I'm sorry, I'm rather bored of fighting weaklings. You will have to prove yourself against each Naria and Eyria's evolved Bishon-e-Mon."
"We are lucky."
"There is no way you can beat us."
"I am Naria, I will fight you first."
"Don't count on it."
"Go my Bishonball!"
"GO BISHONBALL!"
Ashley saw that the Bishon-e-Mon was a Draconian Folken. It had angel's wings. Out of her own Bishonball emerged the Van she had caught.
"Van."
"Folken."
"Lord Folken, defeat this inexperienced Bishon-e-Mon immediately."
"Van, Fanelia was destroyed for the greater good of the people."
"No, brother, you see, Fanelia was not destroyed."
"Van, why do you not accept that our country has been destroyed?"
"As long as the hopes and visions of the people remain, Fanelia lives."
"Van, Fanelia is gone."
Van sank to his knees and sobbed.
"Oh, brother, why does it have to be true?"
"Return to me Van!"
The emotional breakdown had caused Van to no longer be of use to Ashley.
"GO BISHONBALL!"
Out of Ashley's next Bishonball came Trowa.
"Hit him strong right away!"
"The way my hair switches from side to side to cover an eye gives my depth and mystery!"
"The way my wings are colored black makes me a greater mystery than you can ever hope to be."
"I am the strong silent type, and that you should be afraid of."
"I too, am of the strong silent type, and that you should fear."
"I will not be afraid of you, if you are like me, I should know all about you."
Both Bishon-e-Mon were equally matched, neither performing anything particularly powerful.
"I have sacrificed much to become what I am."
Trowa could not take it, and now was when Draconian Folken attacked.
"I have beautiful plumed wings."
"I…"
"I have Draconian blood flowing in my veins."
Trowa could not take anything else and so he fell to the floor unconscious.
"It seems you cannot get past me, and remember, there is still Eyria left before you can even face the Gym Leader."
"I'll beat you yet. GO BISHONBALL!"
"I'm sorry, I cannot fight Lord Folken."
"Don't be silly, Gatty, you can so fight him."
Gatty climbed back into his Bishonball.
"I guess that leaves me with one left…"
"Me."
Wufei stepped from a distance back. He approached Draconian Folken.
"Why do you not keep him in his Bishonball?"
"He sort of has a thing against it, now are we gonna fight or what?"