89. (smear) Archie, Maxie, Sird; character death
There was only one suit, and in this battle one victor. There would be no rematches and no regrets. She watched from her perch on the underside of her Starmie. Fire versus Water. There was a type advantage on Archie's side, but fire could be so hot that it only makes steam when it met the water. It was all up to their drive to survive and how classic this Darwin Survival of the Fittest suited them- these two who tried to harness nature itself to meet their own ends.
The battle is long, much more so than Sird anticipated. The Pokémon are tired but not their trainers—a madness gleams like jewels in their eyes, an aftereffect of the possession of the orbs. It makes them vicious and it make her game even more entertaining. Their Pokémon fall one by one.
Archie's Walrein takes out Maxie's last pokemon. Cruelty twisted his smile when Archie orders for Ice Shard. Maxie falls. The victor narrows his eyes in suspicion; he wasn't sure that his attack pierced all of the vitals and approached the loser. He crouches besides him, eyes stone cold. It was remarkable that Maxie was still breathing; his heart untouched. Archie yanked a shard out of his body while Maxie took shallow breaths and watched him, unable to do anything.
"Good bye, Maxie." There was no sorrow for his long time rival and enemy, just ice in word form. He raises the bloody shard and brings it down hard, impaling Maxie's heart. Archie was almost surprised that so much blood spurted from the wound.
"Good job," Sird said from her perch. "The armour is yours."
Archie looks at her from over his shoulder and straighten up. "I've won," he wiped away a particular annoying splatter of blood from the corner of his eye.
"You have," Sird gestured to the armour for him to take. "You are the best, the victorious."
After all, Sird had no use for weak puppets.