A Force Of Nature
"Speech"
Telepathy/Thoughts
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CHAPTER 2
As Psyche floated there, in the cavern, the tips of her gown brushing the dusty floor, she considered Will. Before he had just been a human with a mass of chestnut hair and wild look in his differently coloured eyes. One a dark, mysterious blue and the other a light, joky grey. She had seen him get angry before, but it never lasted long. Now that he was a Gallade, though, all that was gone. Except for the eyes... and in that moment when their fins had touched, she had felt something, someth-
"RHYYYYHOOOORN!" A thunderous roar interrupted her pondering thoughts and Psyche looked up to see - obviously- a Rhyhorn charging towards her, its tip glowing and spinning, white energy outlets flashing randomly. She frowned as it roared once again, and Psyche held up one delicate hand and, very simply, stopped him. He was held back by an invisible force. The angered Pokemon frowned, growling deep in its throat, before backing off and trying a different direction. Psyche merely raised a hand and pushed.
The Rhyhorn was thrown violently against the wall, slamming none too gently to the ground after. It got up and shook itself, but Psyche just gestured upward. Rhyhorn slammed against the roof of the cavern and dropped to the floor again. The world around him was wobbling, everything pink and purple. He staggered woozily, and shook his head. But that damn Gardevoir moved her hand and he felt himself thrown, as if picked up by a hand and chucked as if were no lighter than the rock's he destroyed.
Psyche was almost enjoying this, forcing the poor Pokemon to be thrown and slammed and whacked into the cavern's surfaces. She could have laughed, it was so easy. A simple Psychic move and the stupid Rhyhorn was defeated. She fought the urge to laugh as it lay there, beaten and broken. With a small grin on her face, Psyche made her way back through the cavern entrance.
Will sat, dumbfounded, as Psyche floated back into the room. She looked anything but exhausted as she sat floated over to him, her flashing red eyes daring him to do better. Oh, so it was a competition now? Will'd show her, he'd defeat this next Pokemon in less than... 8.37 minutes, which was how long it had taken Psyche to defeat the Rhyhorn. He leapt up, elbows at the ready, and all of a sudden it struck him how stupid it was. Here he was, saying to himself he'd beat his best friend's time at defeating an opponent, and telling himself that 'his elbows were ready'. He felt like a lunatic, but he was forced to get back in the ring as the next Pokemon was brought out.
The Machoke in front of him roared, beating its chest, and throwing its alligator-like head back. The Pokemon's power save belt was gone, and the Pokemon looked like it could take down Chuck Norris with a single punch. And that meant this dude was pow-er-FUL. It advanced upon him and, withought warning, swept its foot low in an obvious Low Kick attack. Will jumped slightly over it, but he wasn't prepared for the Karate Chop that slammed into his face. Will spat blood, angry.
Dammit, how am I gonna take this guy down? He just got me down in a single punch, and I wasn't even ready for it! There's gotta be a way I can kill this guy! Abruptly, Will found himself thinking that the Pokemon was going to try the same thing again. He frowned, but when the Pokemon darted forward and Low Kicked him, Will Teleported to the other side of the cavern. So sometimes I can know what they're thinking? Perfect. Will focussed, trying to figure out what the powerful Machoke was thinking. He got nothing. Nada. Zilch. Well, you can't win every time.
Will charged forward, a PP-Powered Slash phrased in his mind. PP was what gave the attack enough energy to physically make lights and colours and sounds. Otherwise, he'd just be hitting the thing with his elbows, and that would have no effect at all. PP was the only thing that gave moves their damaging effect. The Machoke spun round, executing a Knife Hand technique (A.N. Techniques are attacks used WITHOUT PP.) which Will easily dodged under, slamming the powered Slash attack into Machoke's chest, sending it flying backward.
Will grinned and raced forward, this team with a Leaf Blade powering up. He stopped a few metres before the Machoke released the Leaf Blade. Out of nowhere, stiff leaves, edges razored, flashed toward the Machoke, striking the Machoke across the face and body. Blood leaked out of the wounds and the Machoke panted heavily, and Will grinned ever so slightly. He focussed, and the Machoke quivered. After that, it fainted, forced to fight beyond its limit.
Now grinning widely, Will made his proud way back into the room where Psyche and Lucario were. How log was I out there? He sent to Psyche. She stirred and looked at a stopwatch Lucario was holding. Gesturing, it floated over to her, and she barely glanced at it before looking back at Will. Nine minutes and 53 seconds. Pretty good. Will scowled in response, sitting down in a strop. Psyche raised an eyebrow, before she was called back into the cavern to fight an invigorated looking Medicham.
Psyche considered whether to taunt the Medicham, but eventually decided against it. She was already going to suffer an intense beating, so whay make it worse? With a vicious grin, she approached the Pokemon. Who knew that she, the gentle, loving Gardevoir Psyche, had such a long and bloody violent streak?
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I'll let you off this time and post up a Chapter, but please, at least one review per chapter? Pleeeaaaasssseeee? Anywy, I think I'm going to skip the rest of the fights, cos' they're getting kind of boring. Anyways, R 'n' R! Oh, and what do you think of the characters so far?
Peace Out.
L.N.