Everyone stared at Kecleon's unconscious body as Octillery turned to them, blinking and saying, "Hey, guys, we'd probably better get going now. Who knows how much time we have left?" the group nodding as Machoke uttered, "Yeah, of course," the heroes staring at one-another, still trying to wrap their heads around how quickly the fight had ended.

Gardevoir then squeaked before saying, "Guys, we can't just leave my brother here," Machoke nodding as the girl wasted no time trying to lift Gallade over her shoulders.

However, despite all the strength she had built up over time, she seemed to be struggling as Octillery shook her head, saying, "Don't push yourself. I'll take him back."

"But-" the girl uttered, Aipom saying, "Yeah, no offence to Gardevoir, but you're in far better condition to be fighting than she is," the octopus simply winking at the monkey and whispering, "I know that, but for Machoke's sake, this needs to be done."

The monkey took a while to understand before shrugging and saying, "Well, she is stronger and she just finished a fight," Machoke remarking, "Are you insinuating that Gardevoir's not good enough?" the girl nodding and pouting as Lucario shook his head, saying, "We don't have time to argue, okay? Let's just keep going."

With that in mind, the group shrugged as Aipom and Gothitelle could tell where Octillery was going with this. Just from watching Machoke's fights in the Olympics, she could tell that Gardevoir had this strange, positive influence on the boy that motivated him to fight better. With her around, the boy would certainly stand more of a chance.

And with all said and done, the group was off, now minus five of the heroes who had entered. Even so, with only five villains left and one of them being unable to fight, this still looked favourable for them.

Speaking of which, Butterfree was still trying to shake off the pain to her skull as Beedrill readied himself for another attack. However, the butterfly was not going to give him a chance as she flew toward him, performing aerial ballet as a means of catching him off-guard. However, Beedrill had wanted her to come at him as he watched her pattern.

Just as she got close enough, the wasp threw his arms out and spun like a twister, shouting, "PIN TWISTER!" Butterfree once again flying straight into his arm stingers, her head bleeding even more as she backed up, trying not to release tears as she tried to rub her forehead, once again failing to do so.

"I told you," Beedrill stated with a serious look, "I'm using my head for once. You're not getting the drop on me again, got it?" Butterfree taking a deep breath, now ignoring the pain as she glared at the wasp, saying, "You think ramming my head into you is all I got, don't you?"

"Well, yeah," the wasp remarked, "When we were training, quite literally all you could do was fly into your opponents and use the occasional grappling move. Your speed made it work to your advantage, sure, but you were never able to pull off more than that."

"Actually, I've always had more abilities," Butterfree remarked with a smirk, "It's just that I like to save these techniques for serious battles. After all, you can't just go around showing off every technique you have, and with so many villains turning good, it seems I made a smart choice keeping them hidden."

"Well, if you really have them, why don't you prove it?" Beedrill remarked before flying at Butterfree as she sighed, "If you insist."

Thus she flew toward him while flapping her wings in a rhythmic fashion. She rose herself high enough to soar over the wasp as an orange powder fell from her wings while she said, "Stun Spore," the wasp asking, "That was your plan? To fly over me?"

However, when he was about to turn and pursue the butterfly, his eyes widened when he found himself unable to move. This was more than enough for the butterfly to ram her feet hard into the wasp's back, sending him flying hard into one of the sideways land forms.

Butterfree giggled wickedly as Beedrill turned and glared, asking, "What did you do?" the butterfly replying, "It's quite simple, actually. I covered you in a special powder known as my Stun Spore. It has a paralysing effect that works at random meaning at any given time, it'll stop you from moving, but again, it's random and only lasts a few seconds, so there's no guarantee as to how much it will hinder your performance."

The wasp fumed as he was unsure of how to get this powder off of him. He could not exactly see it meaning it was likely stuck to his skin really badly. Even so, he would have to make due and hope that it would not prevent him from winning.

With that in mind, the wasp flew at the butterfly as she easily dodged it only for Beedrill to swing his arm to the right. But just as he was about to strike Butterfree's side, he grimaced when once again, the spores had taken effect and he found himself unable to move. And of course, Butterfree took full advantage of this as she kicked him once more, sending him careening into another land form.

Beedrill fumed, his body shaking with fury as he thought, 'Okay, this is really annoying!'

Before he could even think of a counter measure, Butterfree was now flying toward him with her skull pointed outward. After her Stun Spore had saved her twice, it seemed she was now convinced that Beedrill would be unable to fight back, the butterfly getting closer as Beedrill took a deep breath, crossing his arm stingers in front of himself. He did not even try coming up with a counterattack in the fear that the spores would stop him from using it.

And soon enough, Butterfree got close as Beedrill tried waving his elbows, his eyes widening as he could still move. With that in mind, the wasp threw his stingers out in an X formation, Butterfree panicking as she barely stopped in time to avoid taking a hit to her skull, positioning herself upright. However, she did not stop fast enough to prevent herself from moving forward, getting close enough to take a small X-shaped cut to her abdomen.

The butterfly backed up and breathed heavily, saying, "Right, I forgot it doesn't always work when I want it to," Beedrill taking a deep breath, thinking, 'Lucky me,' the wasp then resuming his flight but knowing he would need to be careful.

After all, he might not be so lucky a second time. The spores had already hindered him at two crucial moments. Who was to say it would not happen again?

During this time, Missingno was standing before Giratina, the dragon currently in a deep slumber while a dark aura surrounded him. While his appearance had not changed in the slightest, Missingno could certainly detect a change in him, the boy grinning while Absol stood by his side.

The boy then turned to the wolf and asked, "I lost track. How much time do we have left?" Absol tapping his chin while thinking, 'If only there was a sun and a moon in here,' slowly but surely realizing how long Giratina had been asleep before saying, "It has been five hours and thirteen minutes since he fell asleep. That means we have two hours and forty-seven minutes to go," Missingno folding his arms and sighing, "I wish it could happen faster."

As if that was not enough, the boy had been getting very bad feelings as of late, as if he knew his allies were dropping like flies. He really hoped his hunch was untrue as he was not the kind to pick weaklings for his team. And besides, how could any backup heroes possibly arrive in time to help the others?

Of course, his suspicions were correct as the heroes were headed forward, Machoke groaning, "How long does this place go for?" Talonflame sighing, "I hate to say it, but I agree. This is getting really annoying. I just wanna pound someone's head in already," Lucario rolling his eyes.

While the group carried on, they were closing in on the land form Mawile had been assigned to. Currently, the girl was pacing back and forth with her arms behind her back as she sighed, "Who would have guessed guard duty would be so boring?"

The girl then took a deep breath and added, "I guess I should be grateful. I'm willing to bet those heroes will never show up. I could take a nap right now and it wouldn't make any difference. At the very least, it would have been nice to have some company," her hair letting out a growling noise as she blinked, smiling softly and raising her hand, stroking it against the demonic hair and saying, "Sorry, I wasn't thinking when I said that."

Mawile then proceeded to sit down as she asked, "Do you think we made the right decision?" the hair making grunting sounds as she sighed, "I'm wondering if we're really doing the right thing," the hair letting out more grunts as she smiled, saying, "Yeah, you'll never leave my side no matter what."

At that moment, her eyes widened when the group was closing in ahead of her, the hair letting out a series of low growls. Mawile nodded and put on a serious look, saying, "Right," before turning and looking shocked. As if it was not surprising enough that anyone had actually managed to make it past the others but there were six figures heading toward her.

Even so, the girl took a deep breath and figured she may as well keep at least one of them busy. After all, she was the last line of defence keeping the heroes away from Giratina with Absol and Missingno being in that exact vicinity. She could not let them down.

Once the heroes landed on the land form, they stopped dead in their tracks when Mawile put on a serious look before saying, "You've done well to make it this far, but now you have Mawile to deal with!" Machoke's eyes widening when he noticed her ponytail turn to face them, grinning wickedly as the boy exclaimed, "OH MY GOD!" ducking behind Aipom and trembling while uttering, "Scary!"

Aipom would have rolled her eyes but even she was rather frightened by this. She had heard legends of a demon known as a futakuchi-onna, but she would have never believed they were real until now. Though considering Mawile was not a species originating from Earth, it should have made sense.

Even Gardevoir was scared as Lucario asked, "Ever heard of this Mawile?" Talonflame shaking his head and replying, "No, she must have joined after we left," and this seemed to be true as Mawile did not look the least bit intimidated by their presence.

However, it was not long until her eyes widened, the girl pointing at Lucario and shouting, "OH MY GOD, YOUR THE HERO OLYMPICS CHAMPION!" the dog blinking as Talonflame said, "So you do know who he is. What about me?" Mawile tilting her head to the side and replying, "Um, who are you?" the falcon's beak dropped as Machoke smirked.

"Sorry, but you have been out of the spotlight for a while," the boy said as he grinned, Mawile asking, "Wait, who are you supposed to be?" the boy gasping before kneeling down by the edge of the land form, sniffing, "I can usually at least count on the villains to remember my name."

Mawile rolled her eyes and sported a serious look, shouting, "Champion aside, don't think for a minute that I'm just gonna sit back and let you all pass! I'll take you all at once if I have to!" Gothitelle taking a deep breath and thinking about the situation at hand. Unlike Machoke, Gardevoir and Aipom, she was in no way frightened by Mawile's hair.

With that in mind, the goth stepped forward and said, "You guys go on ahead. I'll take this," Machoke turning his head toward her and asking, "Are you sure?" the goth nodding and replying, "I'm willing to bet that the last three of these villains will be the strongest, so it only stands to reason that the strongest should go ahead."

"Once again, she makes a sound point," Talonflame said as Lucario nodded, Machoke thinking, 'I'm still not use to these two acting so buddy-buddy! It's weird!'

The boy then took a deep breath and said, "Do your best," grinning as the goth smiled lightly, directing the group to go on ahead as they did just that, Mawile gulping while thinking, 'Okay, at the very least, I'll take down one of them. That way, I won't end up disappointing Missingno too much.'

Her mouth gave her light growling sounds as she smiled, feeling a tad more confident while Gothitelle took a deep breath, saying nothing and striking a fighter pose. She may not have seemed to care as much as the others, but like Mawile, Gothitelle did not wish to let her friends down and as such, she would do her absolute best to make sure the demon girl lost.

Meanwhile, Beedrill was flying in place, waiting for Butterfree to try making a move as the butterfly examined him. After a few seconds, she noticed Beedrill's wings stop as the wasp uttered, "Oh no," the butterfly thinking, 'Perfect,' before soaring toward him and ramming her head into his abdomen.

The wasp winced, a bit of green blood escaping from his mouth as he thought, 'No, there has to be a way to get rid of these spores,' his movement returning as he flapped his wings vigorously, flying all over the place.

Butterfree stared as this seemed ineffective, the wasp then rubbing his body against a sideways land form, hoping to scrape them off. After a few seconds, the butterfly caught onto his plan and giggled wickedly, saying, "Don't bother. Those spores can't be removed. They'll eventually fade away, but that won't happen for at least nine hours and you'll probably be dead before that happens."

Beedrill's eyes widened as his body once again stopped moving, Butterfree sending a hard kick into his gut. With that, the butterfly proceeded to back up and spin while a small twister formed around her, her head pointed at Beedrill's gut as she flew hard into his abdomen, shouting, "WHIRLWIND!" Beedrill coughed up more blood as a small crack formed on the land form he was pressed up against.

"I'll admit, you put up a descent fight, but that wasn't enough," Butterfree said with a smirk as she turned and was about to resume flying. However, while she was getting ready to patrol some more, she failed to noticed Beedrill still moving, the wasp taking many deep breaths.

He noticed the spores were stunting his movement, but he knew that whenever this happened, they would always take a short break. He knew the minimum amount of time would be more than enough for him to counter, so when his movement returned, he wasted no time flying toward Butterfree with his arm stingers pointed out, the wasp spinning like a drill.

"TWIN NEEDLE DRILL!" Beedrill spat, Butterfree's eyes widening when she felt his stingers hit her back hard, green blood flying from it as she swerved to the right just in time to avoid having the injury become more severe. Now she was starting to fear for her life.

While it was true Beedrill had taken in the most hits, Butterfree had taken in a variety of jabs from his stingers throughout the fight. Combined with the fact that the wasp had always been physically stronger than her, she could not help but wonder if she truly had the advantage or not.

With that in mind, the butterfly knew she had to kick things up a notch as she thought, 'I can't believe this. It's very rare that anyone would bring me to even think of using my other spores, but he's given me no choice.'

She noticed Beedrill flying at her again, using his drill technique a second time. To make things even worse, he seemed to have full control as the spores were not taking effect yet. With that in mind, the butterfly waited for him to get close before swerving to the right, spinning and releasing a blue powder from her wings, shouting, "SLEEP POWDER!"

Beedrill's eyes widened as the name alone told him all he needed to know. With that in mind, he shouted, "SLEEP POWDER!? THAT'S SO... so..." his eyelids getting heavy as he was unable to stop himself from falling asleep, Butterfree thinking, 'Alright, I only have a minute to take advantage of this. Better make it count.'

With that in mind, the butterfly flew over to Beedrill and sent an onslaught of rapid kicks into his abdomen. After delivering a few, she leaned her head back before sending it into his forehead. With that, she proceeded to wrap her arms around his midsection and soared toward one of the floating land forms, ramming Beedrill's skull into it.

The butterfly took many deep breaths and backed up as her minute was up, Beedrill not moving as he started to slide down the side of the land form. Butterfree let out a sigh of relief and thought, 'Thank god. It's finally over.'

However, her relief was replaced by shock and terror when Beedrill opened his eyes, coughing up blood and trying to ignore the pain dealt to him. Unfortunately, Butterfree's fear seemed unfounded as the wasp was struggling to move, and not because of the spores. He had been weakened really badly by her onslaught.

With that, the butterfly smirked and said, "You should have stayed down. I was just gonna knock you out before, but I think I'm going to kill you instead," Beedrill feeling so helpless right now. He had tried to do good and so far, he was not doing a very good job of it.

Butterfree proceeded to back up as Beedrill felt his strength starting to return, the butterfly asking, "So, any last words before I finish you off?" spreading out her wings as a strange wind shaped like a collection of blades came from them, lingering behind her.

Beedrill noticed the stun spores taking effect as he knew he would need to distract her, the wasp asking, "If these powders of yours are so useful, why didn't you just use them from the get-go? That sleeping stuff of yours could have made this easy if you spammed it enough," Butterfree taking a deep breath and sighing, "Well, I'm not exactly above resorting to such tactics, so I would if I could."

Now the wasp was actually curious as she added, "See, my powders are embedded into my wings, and, well, my wings are only big enough to carry so much, right? As such, whenever I use my powder, that's it. I have to wait three whole days, or rather seventy-two hours total for the powders to return, so it's not something I do often."

"So you can't use any of those two powders again," Beedrill stated, nodding his head, his movement having actually returned a few seconds ago as Butterfree soared at him, the wind getting longer as she spat, "THAT KNOWLEDGE WON'T HELP YOU ANYWAY! SILVER WIND!" but just as she was about to send one of her wings into the wasp's neck, he immediately dodged to the side, Butterfree's wing hitting the land form instead.

This caused light pain in her wing as the wasp proceeded to get behind her, sending both of his feet into her back thus forcing her face into the rocky surface. With that, he was just about to pierce her shoulders with Twin Needle only for his arms to stop moving, a look of fear on his face as he thought, 'Not now.'

Butterfree wasted no time taking full advantage of this as she flipped her body backwards at a ninety-degree angle, sending her feet hard into the bottom of Beedrill's abdomen. His eye was twitching now as a light tear came from it, Butterfree then spinning around and sending a roundhouse into the wasp's midsection, sending him away from her before he could even try a counterattack.

"You should have tried to stab me first," Butterfree said with a smirk, "You had a perfect opportunity and used it to kick me. So much for strategy," the wasp narrowing his eyelids and thinking, 'I hate to admit it, but she's right. What was I thinking?'

"Still," Butterfree said, narrowing her eyelids, "It's alarming that you can move right now. All those hits I've dealt throughout this fight should have knocked you out."

Even with that in mind, Beedrill knew he would have to be careful. The hits he had taken in had done a lot of damage to him and it was only a matter of time until Butterfree was able to finish him off. The first thing he would need to do is find a way to work around the spores paralysing him every so often. If he could not get rid of them, he could at least learn to work around the disadvantage of having them on him.