What? You thought this fic was about Pokémon?
…yeah, I did too. But nope!
Pokémon isn't mine, some of the characters are.
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(Warp's POV)
The two of us stared at each other. Dear God, those eyes. He doesn't have whites, his are black.
He stuck his had out beside him, and it started… what's the opposite of glowing? Because if glowing is when something gives off light, what is it called when it sucks the light out?
Well, that's what his hand did, the reverse-glowing thing, and then he was holding a big broadsword. It had a pitch-black handle, and the blade was a dull gray. And I mean dull. It had no sheen. It looked almost flat.
I swung my cane and it started glowing gold, and then it was a golden rapier.
We charged each other at the same time. He swung, I ducked. I swung, he parried. I jumped over him and sliced. He dodged.
Now, something about Mortimer. He isn't natural. And you can tell in his movements. He doesn't flinch. He only reacts if the sword would have hit him otherwise. He doesn't waste time, or movement, or words. He only talks if he has something to say. Simply put, he's just wrong.
I blocked a blow, and he kicked me in the gut. I stepped back and wheezed. I glared at him. I broke my sword over my knee, and it glowed again. Now I had two swords.
Mortimer jumped as Slate threw a punch, landing on his shoulder. Slate looked at him and tried to headbutt him. He hit him in the groin.
Further proof that Mortimer is creepy: keep in mind that Slate is made of rock. When Mortimer got hit there, I winced. He didn't.
He just got thrown off and flipped over, landing on his feet. Arvin jumped down from the tree and started clawing him. Mortimer actually ignored him.
Kimmy dive-bombed him and he just swatted her away with his sword.
I dived back into the fray. It's not fair. His sword was huge, and I had two of them. He shouldn't be able to block all my blows like that!
Then it hit me. This is an anime universe, and an unstable one at that. He's outnumbered, so of course he's this good. Blasted narrative convention.
"Guys! Back!"
They all jumped back, surrounding him. Mortimer just stood there with that blank look on his face.
I shot a look at Arvin and Kimmy. Arvin drew his own sword (though at the moment it was more like a knife) and leaped into battle. While he was distracted, Kimmy pulled out a couple of Bob-ombs and threw them. Once they hit the ground, their leg popped out and they walked towards the monster, fuses lit. Arvin jumped back, and the bombs exploded just as Mortimer looked down.
I shielded myself from the heat. A bunch of bird Pokémon flew from the trees, and a few hovered overhead, watching.
…no fair. He was still standing there. He was blackened with soot, but the only other visible result was a throbbing temple on his forehead.
Great. We made him angry. Woo…
I threw my arms in the air. "Stupid broken anime physics!"
(Presto's POV)
Hmm. Strange. I sense stress and fear.
I turned towards where the base landed. I couldn't see it from here, but I could sense the others. They were moving and jumping and…
*BOOM*
Blowing things up? Who are they fighting? I can't sense anything, just a void…
A void. Mortimer.
"There you are! Who's this?"
I turned. Ah. The Pikachu. Name, name… Peter? How droll.
"*ahem* Greetings. My name is Presto."
The human frowned. "More talking Pokémon."
I raised an eyebrow. "Yes."
"I was worried. Ash just ran off, crying, and…" He turned to the Pikachu. "Are you alright, buddy?"
"I'm… better." The little polymorph still looked rather upset.
My kind, Alakazam, are not known for our empathy. We tend shut out others, but as has been made clear, I am an exception. I felt a stab of pity for the poor creatures.
Hmm. Perhaps I can arrange for the creation of a pocket universe…I will have to contact Palkia.
Then I remembered. Mortimer.
"Now that you are back together, I can leave you alone. I must go help my friends."
Peter blinked. "Are they in trouble?"
"Oh my, yes." I pulled a phone from my jacket pocket. I dialed. "Blaze? Yes, your mission is irrelevant. Mortimer is here and I am about to aid in the fight against him. Come quickly. No, I don't care if she… tell her no! …you tool. Fine! Bring her as well! Just come quickly!"
I snapped the phone shut.
Peter opened his mouth, but I simply teleported. I know full well that I tend to talk more than is necessary, and so I do not have time for questions.
...huh. Short chapter.