Amami, at home, felt immense danger and malice. As though some long evolved instinct of self preservation told her to escape while she still could... Something dangerous approached her home, terrifying in its abyssal presence. Hackles instantly arisen. A low growl in her throat as she exits the abode, scythe in hand.
Standing there, were them. The duo stared callously, uncaring of circumstances, not unlike that of a machine, programmed for one purpose by the IRS. Tax retrieval. Amami knew in her bones that they would not have anything but the dues needed. And so, tensed, holding her scythe at the ready.
The duo in question; A lucario, red aura sparking to life around him. His fur held the cerulean gleam that showed how well groomed it was. To the left of the dangerous looking Lucario, was a Malamar, oozing malic, even glancing at them made Amami feel revolted. Reviled as they were, she had to take stock of both opponents. They were the t̸͋ä̷̠̚x̴͆͆͜ ̶̫̈́͋̉h̴͚́ų̸̭̀ñ̸͚̬t̵̻̳̿́ȇ̵͙̳̾r̵͆͜͝͝s̵͌̈. She had to be careful.
"The taxes, we need them. Present us the taxes. The IRS demands payment." Their voices were blank, the eldritch being known as the IRS had already rooted inside them, taking any joy. Any emotion, until cold, callous pragmatics remained. The soul-sucking job of demanding money from those who cannot pay had already taking its nasty toll on them.
Amami growled, hackles raising, preparing herself for combat to repel the invaders.
"So be it." Ray moved back, knowing George wanted the 1v1. Simply electing to help, by helping handing George.
Amami, not one for inaction brought her scythe down upon the Lucario, expecting an incredibly hard fought battle due to the aura both seemed to exude.
What-
The first strike against George, batted him into the floor. He layed there, unconscious... It must've been due to charging too much aura, you had never heard of something strong enough to overload their own aura. But it seems you've found it, you must be wary in the future to make sure they don't strike first.
Ray glared at you, firing a dark pulse. The light devouring beam rocketed toward you, spiraling like some unholy comet, sent from the Distortion World itself... Oddly slow.
Amami twirls around it, and bats them away with the Scythe, Ray being bonked by it. Was this the best the IRS had..?
"ENOUGH! You are making me go all out, tremble before my might!" The shadows in the area curdled like age old milk, roiling up out of their 2 dimensional prison, collecting toward the squid. You could not approach, for it was too dark. After the shadows faded, a Mega Gengar stood, grinning wickedly.
"Oh god." Amami realized she was fucked.
Sorry I butchered Amami, just made a tiny little story here. Crack stories like this aren't my forte.