My name, Nate and dookie felt a voice inside their heads say, is Mewtwo.

dookieshed swore.

"I second that!" Nate proclaimed as he caught a glimpse of the most powerful Pokémon in the world.

"Mewtwo," Mew said, gathering enough energy to float a few centimetres above the grass, "why are you doing this?"

They aren't – cannot be – the ones. They are impostors, and as such, need to be annihilated.

"Sorry about this," Mew apologised, "he's always held a grudge against humans and looks for any excuse to fight one. Besides," she continued, turning to face Mewtwo, "what makes you think they aren't destined to save us?"

You only need to look at them in order to know that. Besides, how can a pair of weaklings like them possibly save us?

Nate heard a low growling sound. To his immense surprise, it seemed to be coming from him. "We. Are. Not. Weaklings!" he yelled.

Prove it.

"How?"

If you can defeat me in a battle, I'll admit you are our saviours.

"Guys," Mew said cautiously "this doesn't have to turn into a fight…"

But it was no use. No-one can reason with a furious Zoroark.

Nate charged at Mewtwo, leapt into the air – and froze. Mewtwo held him suspended in the air with the awesome power of his mind.

Too easy.

Mewtwo laughed.

Mew, watching from the sidelines, sighed. "Maybe Mewtwo is right…"

Suddenly, Mewtwo was blasted from behind by a strong Hydro Pump attack. It made him lose his focus and Nate dropped to the ground completely unscathed.

"Then again," Mew murmured, "maybe not."

Nate, following his basal instincts, slashed Mewtwo across the face. His claws came away a darker red than usual.

Shock was plainly visible on Mewtwo's face.

Nate grinned, "Night Slash. How'd you like that?"

Don't get excited. You haven't won yet.

Nate almost managed to dodge the Psychic attack, but it clipped his shoulder and he was violently flung backwards. He landed awkwardly, and was pretty sure he broke something.

As Nate was struggling to his feet, Mewtwo had focused on dookieshed.

Are you going to save yourself and give up?

"NEVER!" dookie yelled.

He lumbered forward and hit Mewtwo hard across the chest with his heavy skull.

Both dookie and Mewtwo clearly heard a loud crack coming from Mewtwo's ribcage. Even Nate, who was a good distance away, heard it.

Mewtwo gasped and staggered backwards.

He glared at dookieshed, his eyes filled with hate.

You are going to pay for that.

dookie attempted to avoid the attack, but unfortunately his huge shell and water cannons were very heavy and slowed him down. As he watched the Psybeam hurtling towards him, all he could do was hope for the best.

It hit him hard and sent him flying into the lake. He hit the freezing cold water on his stomach, and the shock and pain knocked him unconscious. He sank beneath the surface and the only evidence left of his existence was a few bubbles.

Nate had finally managed to get to his feet a few minutes before this happened. His left leg was fine, but he could hardly bear to put any weight on his right leg at all.

However, he completely forgot about the pain when he saw dookieshed fall into the water. He wanted revenge for his friend and adrenalin started pumping through his veins.

The effect of the adrenalin response has diminished with evolution in humans, so Nate was completely unprepared for the burst of pure energy that came.

He felt the energy building up in his throat. He launched himself at Mewtwo, opened his mouth wide and let loose a huge torrent of flames. It almost hit Mewtwo, but he threw up a Psychic shield at the last second and the flames parted harmlessly around him.

Mewtwo launched a powerful Psywave attack. As it hit Nate, his brain was overwhelmed with all the malevolent psychic energy. He yelped in pain and collapsed.

Slowly, blackness started to creep in from the edges of his vision, and Nate realised that Mewtwo would keep on attacking until he was annihilated.

He gathered up all of his available energy, and feebly moved his right hand and formed a small Shadow Ball, but it was very weak and dissolved in mid-air, long before it even got close to Mewtwo.

It's no use, he realised.

It was going to be a battle of endurance – which could hold out the longest. Unfortunately, Nate reckoned that, even taking his natural type advantage into account, he could only last ten minutes. And he was pretty sure Mewtwo could attack for longer than ten minutes.

Meanwhile, dookieshed had regained consciousness under the water. His lungs were close to bursting, for even though Blastoise is a Water-type, it cannot breathe underwater.

He hurriedly swam to the surface and gulped in a lungful after lungful of air.

He saw Mewtwo attacking Nate and, before he knew what he was doing, he expelled all the air he had inhaled in the form of bubbles.

The Bubblebeam struck Mewtwo on his lower back and although it didn't do much damage, it surprised him and caused him to lose focus.

It was the chance Nate had been waiting for, and he immediately leapt at Mewtwo, his claws violently scratching the tube that ran out of Mewtwo's head.

It was a stroke of pure luck that Nate had managed to hit Mewtwo's only weak spot.

Mewtwo let out a cry of pain and rage. It was the first time either Nate or dookie heard Mewtwo communicate using a form other than telepathy.

Nate and dookie glanced at each other, and quickly formulated a plan while Mewtwo was still recovering.

Nate jumped and slashed at Mewtwo once more, but he managed to dodge the attack and Nate's claws sliced through thin air.

Nate sprinted around to Mewtwo's back, preparing a Shadow Ball as he ran. He fired it at Mewtwo's vulnerable point, but he whirled around and fired a Psybeam in retaliation. Nate's attack, being the stronger type of the two, split right through the Psybeam and hit Mewtwo in the face. However, it had lost most of its power while going through Mewtwo's attack and wasn't powerful enough to do much damage; it only infuriated him.

He started charging a really powerful Psychic attack that Nate knew would finish him if it hit.

It never did.

dookieshed had maneuvered around until he was directly facing Mewtwo's back and had been collecting energy for a during the time that the game of cat-and-mouse (or, if you're pedantic, Mewtwo-and-Zoroark) had been ongoing. Now, at the crucial moment, he unleashed all the energy in the form of a mighty Hyper Beam.

Mewtwo was sent flying by the impact and lay face down on the grass, unconscious.

Mew darted over to them, beaming.

"Congrats, guys!"

"So," dookie said, still out of breath from using Hyper Beam, "how – wait – need to breathe – just hold on."

A few minutes later, after he had recovered, he asked, "How on Earth –"

"Pokéredshiftnebular," Mew automatically corrected him.

"Fine. How on Pokéredshiftnebool –"

"Close enough," Mew murmured.

"– Is Mewtwo supposed to admit we are the saviours if he's unconscious?"

Mew started to glow light pink and lightly touched Mewtwo's shoulder. The glow on her paw that touched him changed colour from pink to purple and slowly spread all over Mewtwo.

He stirred and groaned, before raising his head enough to look at Nate and dookie.

You are the chosen ones.

After saying so, he collapsed again.

"He'll be fine," Mew said. "His pride is hurt more than anything else. He really thought he was unbeatable."