While none of the students or teachers knew what or who Hrimnir was, they felt something huge was coming, the conviction Liam had put into his words was enough for that, even Clarence felt it. It wasn't enough to scare the boy away from the battle.
"Arcanine, it's your turn, show him what a real battle looks like!" He shouted and threw an Ultra Ball into the field which released the aforementioned Pokémon in a cloud of flame. Liam wasn't impressed by this entrance and casually flicked his battered Dusk Ball into the arena. Dense, cold fog filled the field for a few moments, tinted red by the westering sun. A vast shadow eclipsed the fearfully retreating Arcanine and the ground shook as something huge stepped out of the fog, an ancient beast only few men or women had seen in the flesh.
Liam felt giddy with excitement and licked it his lips. It had been almost five years since he had last fielded his strongest Pokémon, perhaps one of the strongest Pokémon in the world. Muted gasps of surprise and shock greeted Kyurem, followed by the flashes of about a dozen cameras from smartphones and Pokédexes, the latter frantically searching for data and failing to find anything, it wasn't native to the Alola region and even beyond it was almost unheard of; only the principal pulled himself together enough to announce the battle.
"The second fight is between Arcanine and Kyurem!" He clearly knew about the more exotic and rare Pokémon, as Liam should have guessed, the referee was head of a trainer school after all. "The battle is to the first blood, it's only for training. Go!" There wasn't much room for Kyurem to go to, its vast bulk filled over half of the battle field's length; its short, ice-clad and –spiked tail swung over the edges.
Feeling gracious and curious, Liam made an inviting gesture, wanting to see what Clarence's Arcanine had to show. He hadn't to wait for long; the first attack of this battle was a Flame Wheel. "Stay," was all he said, sure his Pokémon could take all the abuse in the face and ask for more without breaking a sweat.
Arcanine, a quite strong Pokémon charged forwards and jumped up high, spinning in mid-air and coating its body in flames as it crashed into Kyurem's side. The impact was tremendous, but the legendary Ice-Dragon barely budged, even its ice-made armor remained completely intact. Recoiling, Arcanine attacked again with Flame Wheel, this time aimed at the head, a target usually shunned in battles as it was generally one of the most vulnerable spots on most Pokémon.
Hrimnir merely raised its head and swung it around, fast and hard enough to knock its opponent almost out of the arena! Kyurem slowly followed its prey, chasing it around with blasts of ice, which slowly froze the ground and turned it slippery. Liam knew, the battle was over even before it had begun, but it was still a pleasure to see his Kyurem active.
"What is this Pokémon?" An electronically distorted voice asked from behind with a curious undertone of curiosity petulance. "Is it a Dragon-type? And Ice? Or have you taught it the Ice-attack?" Whoever was asking all those questions seemed to have no need for breathing and just continued asking. After a short while Liam snapped and spun around. "Now stop it!" He growled and glared at a floating Pokédex smiling at him. For all the things he had seen in his years of battling this sight was still extraordinary.
Through the continuous flow of questions the cries of shock reached Liam, but before he could make out the source of it, the possessed Pokédex spoke again. "Is it normal that Arcanine's ribcage gets compressed like that? My data says your Pokémon only weighs seven hundred and twenty pounds."
Liam huffed and shook his head. "More like four point five tons; give or take, the 'dex-data isn't really reliable." He sounded distracted as he answered; his attention was on the battle field. Just like the Pokédex had said, Kyurem was towering over Arcanine, one of its feet pressed firmly on the Fire-type's chest to slowly crush it. Clarence was standing close, too afraid to get closer and attacked as well. Before Liam could ask why the boy hadn't called his Pokémon back, he saw the reason: the Ultra Ball was coated in ice and useless. Pillars of ice showed where Kyurem had blocked the beam of the Pokéball before it was thrown in a final attempt to end the battle.
With another shake of his head, Liam called out to Hrimnir, ordering him to stop this behavior, the battle was already won. Or so he thought.
"Due to blocking the Pokeball of Clarence, Kyurem is disqualified, Clarence wins!" The referee called out, his voice shaking from this display of casual brutality. He had seen quite a lot in his time as trainer, teacher and headmaster, but nothing has prepared him for a Pokémon like Kyurem.
And still the towering Dragon-type did not let the boy to his Pokémon, simply standing over it, unthreatening, but still a dangerous presence. In the end Liam had to call Hrimnir back and into its ball to give the nurse of the school a chance to help the wheezing Arcanine.
"Told you, you are no match for me, boy," Liam said with a dismissive shrug. "But you just wouldn't listen to your betters." For a moment the eyes of the opponents locked, and Liam blinked first; then looked away with a snarl of disgust. "Pathetic child…" He continued rambling as he walked away from the field, leaving the school, still unaware what his actions had caused and how wildly the various video recordings of the battle were going to spread.