-3-Reflection-
The middle sage stepped forward. "We were ordered by Lord N to remove your Pokemon from your possession."
"I'll never do such a thing, my Pokemon mean more to me than anything, and I'll never betray them!"
The sage replied, "If you don't cooperate, we are prepared to use force." The sage swiftly snagged a poke ball from the inside of his tunic. It exuded a threatening black and Fuzh recognized it immediately. He was not approving of what might happen next.
The trainer paused for a moment, seeming to be lost in thought. Fuzh caught his eyes as they darted from the poke ball to the floor, then back to the ball. What would this trainer do, backed against a wall?
"Last chance. Give up the Pokemon or we will attack." The sages poke ball began to shake a little, reverberating a slight rumbling sound, and Fuzh's reflexes made him place a hand on his belt. He had experienced and witnessed the horrors in that ball far too many times. He was not yet prepared to see it again.
Sweat rolled off the trainer's face. He frantically searched around the room, not knowing just what to do. The sages merely stared awaiting his response.
Just when the sage was about to attack the trainer, a bright light radiated from the boy. At first, all were confused at what the source could be. Then when the light began to channel in front of him, it split off into six silhouettes. Fuzh brought up his arm to cover his eyes, the sage on the opposite side of the room turned to avoid the brightness, but the middle sage just stared straight. No light could pierce the darkness in his soul. He had no care for anything, and like the other sages, he showed no emotion. If Fuzh had ever seen an evil human being, it was this man whom he had to call a fellow sage.
The six Pokemon appeared in front of him, battered and bruised, some barely able to stand. They had released themselves from their poke balls and were ready to aid their trainer. Fuzh looked them each up and down, wondering what kind of devotion this was.
"W-wha?" The fallen trainer merely uttered. "You…you all want to fight for me? Even though you can barely stand?" The Pokemon let out a slight cry, trying to reassure their master.
To Fuzh, the cry sounded desperate, rather than helpful. Of the six, one thing caught his eye in particular. The Scrafty, who he had seen the trainer himself tending to as he walked onto the battlefield, still wore the hoodie-turned-bandage wrapped around her arm. She seemed to be protecting that arm, implying the injuries were still great. These Pokemon and this trainer were in no condition to fight. Fuzh was a sage. Fuzh was emotionless. Fuzh was supposed to be one of N's most faithful servants, and do as he wished without question or hesitation. Fuzh wanted to cry.
Never before had he seen such a bond between Pokemon and a trainer. "No…" He uttered under his breath so no one else could hear. "Pokemon do not like being owned by trainers…they want to be free…" Fuzh looked down at his belt and then across the room again at the Scrafty, who was now waving her arm at her master showing the hoodie. A thought crossed his mind, but he quickly discarded it. "Maybe this one is different…". Fuzh subtly shook his head to break free of this mind set.
Light reflected off of the trainer's eyes. A slight smile across his face. "You see that? Pokemon and humans CAN be friends. You can't separate us." Fuzh's attention was full. The trainer got to his knees. "We'll fight to the very end. Give us your worst."
Fuzh had secretly hoped it wouldn't come to this. The trainer clearly would do anything to defend his Pokemon. He tossed all other reason aside and grabbed a poke ball from his belt.
The other sages tossed their poke balls forward.
"Go Crawduant!"
"Tyranitar!"
Fuzh looked down, then turned his gaze to the poke balls that the other sages had thrown, flying through the air. This was happening.
"Bisharp, you're needed."