'Haha! You're not so tough without your army behind you, huh?'
'Don't give me that bullshit! You're fucking dead!'
'Brehehehe! This is for Levi, bitch!'
Words from yesterday's fight filled Sabrina's head, one line of trash talk at a time. It was all the tired umbreon could think about as consciousness slowly returned to her, words echoing in an otherwise empty blackness. She had trouble at first recalling what had happened, but gradually, mental images of her surroundings came together, appearing as foggy blurs before painting a clearer picture.
Sabrina saw herself standing in a shallow stream, balancing wearily on all four paws while panting profusely. Dark-red streaks of blood floated down the water from her forelegs. Across from her stood a pokemon, crouching lower into the water than she was. He, too, was battered and bloodied, with nasty injuries standing out against his naturally light-blue skin. A vaporeon. A certain vaporeon Sabrina had several bones to pick with.
Cyclone!
She never expected to find Cyclone out here in Shellreef. What exactly he was doing out here all by himself was beyond her, but the circumstances were of little concern to her. Now that he was here… she wasn't going to pass up the opportunity to tear into the frill around his neck with her claws. She also never expected to enact her revenge this early, either.
This vaporeon was the pokemon who was responsible for all the heartache in her life. Cyclone was the leader of an army of more than a hundred pokemon of all types and sizes, all united by the shared goal of eradicating pokemon trainers. If they detected a human, they attacked. Sabrina's trainer, a young man named Levi Knight, was one of those unfortunate individuals. It still didn't feel like too long ago that Levi was wandering the wild with an umbreon among other pokemon kept inside pokeballs. Apparently, Levi had wandered too close to Cyclone's camp without realizing it. Sabrina didn't get to see what happened; all she remembered was suddenly being thrust out of her pokeball to find Levi lying limp on the ground. At least four pokemon surrounded them. An ivysaur sat on Levi's back. Perched atop Levi's head was a pidgey, and a pidgeotto balanced atop Levi's feet. Another pokemon, a considerably heavier one, immediately pinning her in place with a powerful step.
The ivysaur explained Cyclone's mission to her, stating that she was 'free from pain' and could join Cyclone's army for safety. But Sabrina was having none of it. Levi was dead, and Levi's killer was here, not showing any sign of remorse for what he had done. She'd have clawed his eyes out within seconds if she wasn't immobilized. All she could do was scream profanities and violent threats at the top of her lungs. Then the ivysaur released a shiny green powder from the plant on his back which forced Sabrina to fall asleep next to Levi's dead body. The next time she awoke, Levi was still there, but Cyclone's pokemon were gone.
The agonizing memory of what the pokemon in Cyclone's army did to her and her trainer would play nonstop in her head like a scary movie she was forced to watch in full every night thereafter. It hurt to see her trainer dying over and over again - a constant reminder of how she had failed to protect him. With that regret came rage.
That rage was on full display the entire fight yesterday. Name-calling, screaming, profuse usage of profanity - Sabrina held nothing back as she swiped at Cyclone with her claws. But like she expected, Cyclone didn't go down that easy. For every bombardment of dark pulses of energy Sabrina sent Cyclone's way, Cyclone retaliated with a blast of cold water directed at her. Both umbreon and vaporeon jumped around the area, dodging one another's attacks as they periodically leapt from the shoreline back into the water. Cyclone took full advantage of the aquatic environment by essentially melting into the water, becoming one with the stream as a defensive maneuver. Yet all it took was one shrill screech from Sabrina to distract Cyclone enough to snap him out of his liquefied state so Sabrina could make another physical move against him. A swift swing at Cyclone's frill was followed by a slap to the face with Cyclone's tail. Objects around the stream like rocks and wood became psychically-controlled projectiles. Sabrina wanted nothing more than to sink her fangs into Cyclone's throat and hear his gargled cry of pain.
After all he had done to her, she would show zero sympathy.
Unfortunately, the battle did not end in her favor. The final part of the fight she could remember was falling into the water. Her vision went sideways as wet sand and dirt littered the side of her head. A rush of frigid river water entered her mouth which she quickly spat out, coughing hoarsely in between exhausted breaths. The vaporeon sported a scowl on his face as he crept closer to her. Glaring, Sabrina attempted to roll herself back onto her front, ready to continue the fight. She was not willing to accept a loss here. But the only movement Sabrina could make was lifting her paw out of the water before lowering it back down onto the dirt as blackness filled the remainder of her vision, Cyclone's angry face being the last thing she saw during the fight.
Her vision was still black as she was currently feeling energy return to her body, and now that she could think coherently again, her thoughts were filled with confusion and contempt.
'Am I dead? I don't… feel dead.' Sabrina was thinking. Although her entire body ached in near-unbearable pain, she could still hear herself breathing. The occasional anguished groan escaped her mouth. Whatever she was lying on, she was physically perceiving it, too. Oddly enough, it didn't feel like the bottom of the stream. It wasn't wet but dry yet still somewhat soft. Her fur didn't feel damp or dirty anymore, either.
It didn't make sense to her why she was still alive. Cyclone had the perfect opportunity to kill her. Yet for some reason, he must not have if she still felt alive at this moment.
'Ugh… He just wants to fucking toy with me some more… The bitch…'
Sabrina groaned in both pain and frustration. 'I can't believe I fucking fainted!' she mentally muttered to herself. 'He was right fucking there!' She came very close to finally killing Cyclone and making every maddening nightmare she suffered from over the course of the past month feel worth it, only to be bested by Cyclone at the last second.
'But if I lost… then why am I alive? Fuck, if I see him again…'
…
'He's… still out there!'
Sabrina's ruby-red eye shot open from the shock of that realization, a loud gasp leaving her body that led into another bout of coughing. Her eye shut itself as she tried to compose herself. Once it opened again, Sabrina looked around.
Sabrina's chin was resting atop a soft yet firm object, slightly digging into its mass and breaking its shape. The object was completely white as was the surface she was lying down on. Small traces of blood, stray pieces of dirt and specks of black fur stood out starkly against all the white. She lay flat on top of the white surface with all four paws curled against her body.
Directly in front of her stood a series of squares colored blue with white outlines. The squares extended well above her head past what she could see while lying down. Slowly, the injured umbreon lifted her head, but a sudden sharp jolt of pain in her neck interrupted her turning her head. An anguished groan escaped her mouth as her head fell back down into the soft, squishy object. Frustrated, Sabrina tried a different move and rolled over onto her right side. There was more pain, particularly in one of her hind legs as it curled up closer to her body, but Sabrina ignored it as she paid more attention to looking around.
She saw another series of blue squares that stopped at a point several feet above her, meeting with a flat white tile that rose over her head. A wall and a ceiling, she realized, meaning she was indoors somewhere, likely far removed from the stream she fought Cyclone at. A large, square-shaped hole provided a source of illumination. The squares on the wall shone from a glaceon's head crest to an azumarill's fur. Outside, a dark-blue sky hung above a stretch of gray ground, several odd-looking machines of various colors strewn about the area in a set sequence. It became clear to Sabrina now that she was in a strange room of some kind, one quite high off the ground.
Yet the room's layout evoked a familiar feeling within her. Waking up in a strange place after a hard-fought battle was nothing new to her; that's how her matches typically ended in the past. She'd wake up with Levi's comforting presence by her side and another person providing post-match medical treatment to her. The white cot-like surface she was lying on did look strikingly similar to the metallic tables Levi would release her onto for a doctor to examine her wounds. These tables were just softer, longer and a bit less cold - which admittedly made them more comfortable to lie on.
'Am I here for medical treatment? But there's nobody here. Then what the fuck am I doing here!?'
Still lying on her side, Sabrina somberly stared out of the hole in the wall and peered around at the gray ground. The same ground Cyclone and his army were probably covering right now. Alarm filled her head amidst all the pain. She couldn't rest right now, not with Cyclone on the prowl. Roaming the region and hunting down that vaporeon is what she should be doing. She suddenly felt a strong desire to escape whatever building she was in. She had to find him and finish things.
Because the fight was not over.
"The fight's only over when somebody dies!"
Filled with new vigor, Sabrina willed her legs to move, trying to stand up. The very act of rising proved more daunting than expected, however. Each movement sent intense waves of pain across her whole body, desiring to remain still while Sabrina attempted to push past this mental hurdle. Slowly and steadily, the umbreon placed her paws underneath her and began to rise, groaning the whole time. Her lithe legs trembled terribly, threatening to bring the umbreon back down to the soft table. Eventually, she succeeded albeit shaking a lot. She felt dizzy, but she didn't care, instead focusing her attention to the edge of the table.
"H-Hey! What are you doing? Stop that!" a male voice called out to her.
Sabrina's head whipped to the right, an action that elicited another anguished groan. To her surprise, she discovered another presence in the room with her.
Across from her, lying on a white surface just like the one she was standing on, was a heracross. The heracross lay on his back in the center of his table. His left arm lay beside his body, while his right was wrapped within a white strip of fabric slung over the heracross' round shoulders. Similar strips of fabric were wrapped around the heracross' blue abdomen. His pronged horn reached over the opposite end of the table. Parts of the heracross' blue exoskeleton looked bent and battered like pieces of junk metal. Although lying down, the heracross' wary yellow eyes were focused on Sabrina. He looked upset.
Instinctively, Sabrina extracted her sharp claws and prepared to pounce. Crouching, however, put too much strain on her shaky hind legs for her to bear, and she fell back down to the table with a yell. Opening her eyes, Sabrina saw where small tears were made on the table's surface.
"Hey! Are you okay?" the heracross asked, sounding equally confused and concerned.
"I'm fine," came Sabrina's terse yet tired reply.
"Don't you think you should rest?" The heracross' eyes were narrowed in an unconvinced squint.
Immediately, a hoarse laugh left Sabrina's mouth followed by a bad cough that shook her entire body. "N-No!" she cried while taking deep breaths. "I can't! I have to get… out of here!" Sabrina shakily stood back up and peered over the edge of the table's right side. The space between the table's height and the floor appeared to exceed her own height from the tip of her tail to the top of her ears. She figured jumping would be rough in her current state, but the thought was evened out by assuring herself that things would be easier once she was on the ground.
However, the heracross stopped her before she could jump. "No! Stop!" he cried out in alarm.
The umbreon looked back up, bearing a set of bloodstained fangs. "Shut… the fuck… up!" The sheet covering the table was now distorted well out of its original flat shape from her erratic movements.
"Look, if you jump, you'll only hurt yourself more. Your legs are clearly in no shape to be-"
"I said, shut up!" Sabrina interrupted, raising her voice. "Don't make me jump onto your table and cut you, bug!"
Surprisingly, the heracross didn't look intimidated by Sabrina's threat. Less than a meter sat in between his table and the umbreon's, but given the condition this umbreon was in, she would most certainly have trouble clearing the distance either from one table to the other or jumping down and dashing over. "You know you can't do that," he retorted sternly. "So please, you need to relax."
Glaring at the heracross, Sabrina felt panic setting in. Words left her mouth quicker than before in between heavy breaths. "A-And what? I stay here and do nothing… while Cyclone is out there killing humans!?"
At the mention of Cyclone's name, the heracross' stern expression changed. His eyes opened wider and his mouth fell open, almost matching Sabrina's own face of fear. "Wait, what?" he murmured to himself. "What!?"
"I'm not going to sit here and do jack shit! I have to go! Now!"
"Wait… W-What do you mean Cyclone's here!?" the heracross cried.
Sabrina surely would have jumped by now if the heracross did not mention the villainous vaporeon's name, her ears perking up as soon as the name entered them.
"You know Cyclone?" Sabrina said, her earlier suspicion returning. If a pokemon knew Cyclone, that meant one of two things: either the pokemon had a bad run in with him like she did or was a member of his army like the ivysaur.
"Y-Yes…" The heracross replied, recoiling in unease as comfortably as he could on his table. "Not directly… but…" Then the heracross fell silent, his gaze fixated on the unlit light fixture above him. Sabrina remained watchful of the heracross' movements, her one eye glued to both of his. Although he was wrapped in bandages with only one good arm and thus clearly in no shape to fight anybody, she still kept her guard up in case any dirty tricks were afoot.
"I've heard about him, how he's waging a war against humans and building an army of wild pokemon to fight with him."
"What's a 'war?'" Sabrina asked, finding the word unfamiliar.
"Oh, uh… a war is… a giant fight between two groups. In this case, it's wild pokemon against humans."
"That's stupid!" Sabrina cried. "I mean, pokemon fighting humans? Seriously!?"
"It's complicated," the heracross began. "The times I've encountered packs of Cyclone's army… I can tell some would gladly leave if they had the chance. But… there are some who for some reason are genuinely loyal to Cyclone."
"Oh… my God!" Sabrina said, clearly frustrated. The idea that some of the pokemon in Cyclone's army actually took Cyclone's words at full value, if they weren't human haters already, infuriated her. She never understood why any pokemon would hate a human. In a swift, rage-fueled movement, her claws raked the soft surface of the table, tearing into them slightly. She imagined she was slicing across Cyclone's blue back.
"Doesn't fucking matter! I'll kill every last one of those asses if I have to!"
"Okay, wait," Sabrina heard the heracross butt in, sounding angry. "Again, some of those pokemon clearly would rather be anywhere else but with Cyclone! But they're pretty much trapped in his army!"
Sabrina scoffed at the apparent show of sympathy toward Cyclone's army members. It made her blood boil to hear anybody defend the pokemon responsible for her trainer's death, regardless if they truly wanted to be in Cyclone's army or not. "If they really wanted to leave so badly, they could have just left by now, join the right side."
"I don't think it's that easy," the heracross continued, still lying down. "Cyclone also has an espeon named Solus as his number two, and he pretty much forces innocent pokemon into joining Cyclone's army using Psychic."
"What do you mean by… 'number two?'"
'Ugh, can this heracross stop using words I don't know the meaning of?'
"A second leader. An authoritative figure who acts as leader in Cyclone's absence. Solus is probably the pokemon Cyclone trusts the most in his entire army. I've actually had the displeasure of meeting him before and… fighting him." The heracross gently rubbed the side of his head.
"Still, doesn't look like you got out unharmed." Sabrina noted, inspecting the heracross' bandages. She imagined what the wounds must have looked like underneath the white strips of cloth if they were bad enough to warrant. It appeared that this heracross, although strange, had survived an encounter with a powerful pokemon from Cyclone's army much like herself.
The heracross simply stared down at the sling cradling his arm. "I-It's horrible, what Cyclone is doing." He continued, getting the conversation back on track. "And… he's here? In Shellreef?"
"If Cyclone was near," Sabrina said, "then they have to be. They could surround the whole damn city!"
"Okay. Uh, hey, what's your name?" He asked, turning his head. "I'm Nightshade." With his good hand, Nightshade waved at his roommate.
"Umm… Sabrina," the umbreon said.
"Okay… I like that name. Well, firstly, I really hope you feel better soon, Sabrina."
Sabrina just glared at Nightshade in response to his comment.
Nightshade continued. "So… what happened? Where did you see Cyclone?"
"Shit, I dunno. We fighted each other in some shallow, running water somewhere."
"Wh-? You actually fought him!?" Nightshade yelled, sitting up in surprise again.
"Yes! That's why I'm so fucked up!" With a wince, Sabrina extended a foreleg out for Nightshade to see, delicately balancing on the rest of her legs. The many cuts along the leg's length were barely visible in the natural moonlight, but they looked bad enough to make Nightshade cringe.
"What!? But… wait…" Nightshade looked back up at the ceiling light. He stopped to think about what the umbreon had just described about Cyclone's presence in Shellreef. Suddenly, things didn't seem to make sense.
"What?" Sabrina asked.
"So he was… by himself?" Nightshade asked.
"Uh, yeah. It was just me and him. No sign of his stupid army."
"Why would he be by himself?"
"I don't know, and I don't care!" Sabrina shouted. The umbreon fell back down to the table, her whole body twitching uncontrollably. Her tail swished back and forth, her claws scraped against the table's soft surface some more, and her eye periodically darted around the room. Heavy breaths and horrible coughs left her mouth at a more rapid pace than before.
"He was right there! Right fucking there! I was so close to killing him! I could've killed him! I could've- Mmph, haha."
Nightshade's eyes opened in awe as the golden rings in Sabrina's fur started glowing erratically.
"That bitch killed my trainer, and he is going to die for it!" Sabrina yelled. "I'll kill him! I'll fucking kill him! Kill… Kill… I-I'll sink my fangs in his throat and drink his blood straight out of his body! Brehehe… Like a fucking golbat! Ahaha!"
Nightshade shuddered where he lay, utterly disturbed by Sabrina's comments and the information they revealed. He truthfully hadn't wanted to judge too quickly, he had an inkling that from the moment he saw her attempt to shrug off her wounds like they were nothing and her apparent disregard for her own safety, there was something seriously off with Sabrina. He tried staring up at the ceiling as a distraction from the unhinged laughter coming from the other end of the room. Sabrina was loud, though. Too loud.
Nightshade's eyes closed when the maniacal laughter became replaced by the same horrible coughing he heard from the umbreon earlier. At least the laughing stopped. He didn't want to know how much longer the laughing would have lasted.
"Hey," he began again, "are you sure there weren't any other pokemon in the area? Any pokemon who might be members of Cyclone's army?"
"Ugh… for the last time, it was just the two of us," Sabrina replied. The umbreon's mouth was buried deep into the white fluffy object under her head as she was still recovering from her coughing fit.
"Okay… Don't you find that strange?"
Sabrina raised her head to glare at Nightshade. "Huh? Uh… No…"
"I'm serious. Think about it: Cyclone is the leader of this huge army… yet he was wandering around the outskirts of a human town all by himself. You don't think that's strange?"
But she didn't want to think about it. So what if Cyclone was by himself? It was Cyclone! In Shellreef!
"What are you getting at!?" Sabrina snapped.
"Sabrina… I don't think you fought Cyclone."
"W-What!?"
Sabrina's entire body froze as Nightshade's statement registered in her ears. She lay down as still as a board, her claws reflexively popping back out in a burst of emotion. More tears were made on the white surface beneath her. Silence filled the room, perfect for the umbreon to replay the heracross' words in her head a second time. Had she heard that correctly? Did he seriously just say that?
"It sounds like you fought a wild vaporeon… who you thought was Cyclone."
The only part of her body that moved was her head to turn and look Nightshade dead in his yellow eyes with a scathing look of pure hatred. This was an insane accusation to make!
Sabrina couldn't help but laugh again. "W-What the fuck? D-Don't be ridiculous. That was absolutely Cyclone!"
"Well, what makes you think that?" Nightshade asked, daring to challenge Sabrina's conviction.
The answer was obvious to her. "Well… He was a male vaporeon!"
"Okay… And that's it?"
"Uh, what?"
"Did this vaporeon sound like Cyclone?"
Sabrina reimagined the scene of the fight, now with even more bits and pieces added than before to provide further clarity. She could see Cyclone. But the vaporeon wasn't saying anything. If he had retaliated with threats and insults of his own - maybe gloating horribly about how his army had killed her trainer - it was one of the few details of the scene that went amiss. She could only remember the trash talk she had shouted his way, not the other way around.
"I don't know what he sounds like. I wouldn't know that."
"Then did this vaporeon say anything that you think Cyclone would say?"
"I… don't remember."
"What attacks did he use?"
"Mostly shooting water and mud in my face," Sabrina explained. "And hiding in the water like a fucking coward."
Then a longer silence than usual followed. No immediate follow-up question by Nightshade. Instead, the heracross kept looking at her weirdly. "Any… other… attacks?" he eventually asked, his words coming out more slowly than before.
"No," came Sabrina's flat reply.
The heracross turned back to stare up at the ceiling. "Then he didn't… Huh…"
"What?"
"Oh, nothing," came Nightshade's quick reply.
Sabrina, however, figured there was more Nightshade was about to say before cutting himself off. "No… You know something about Cyclone that I don't. Spit it out or I'll slash your throat!"
"Okay, Okay!" Nightshade uttered, sounding more annoyed than terrified. "Uh… Do you know what the Forbidden Attacks are?"
Forbidden Attacks… The phrase was unfamiliar to her.
Nightshade explained what they were. "Basically… Gigantically powerful attacks that are like extremely enhanced versions of typical pokemon moves."
"Enhanced versions?" Sabrina commented. "That's weird."
"Imagine the biggest bolt of lightning you've ever seen striking a pokemon dead on the spot in one move. Something like that."
Sabrina concentrated on creating an image in her mind based on Nightshade's description of these Forbidden Attacks. She saw a pokemon standing in a battle arena, occupying one side of the ring. Then a big, bright blast of lightning hailed down from above, covering the entire ring in a white light. For a split-second, whiteness was all Sabrina could see save for the pokemon's body, standing out as a fully darkened silhouette against the scene.
"Oh, my God! Hehe… Hahahaha!"
She chuckled to herself. If these Forbidden Attacks were indeed enhanced versions of normal moves, what Nightshade described sounded like a bigger version of Thunderbolt.
As the light faded, the pokemon's charred body fell to the ground, lying on their side with all four legs sprayed out showing no signs of movement. Of course, it was a certain vaporeon she imagined getting struck by that lightning, and the end result of the epic move was nothing short of spectacular. Cyclone's death was imaginary, but the thought of Cyclone, as strong as he was, being defeated in one move still made her cackle even harder.
As hilarious as the thought of lightning-fried fish was, part of her still doubted the legitimacy of these so-called Forbidden Attacks' existence. They sounded too powerful! "Are you just making shit up, heracross? There's no way… no fucking way a move that powerful actually exists. That's crazy!"
Nightshade shook his head. The heracross continued speaking after Sabrina's laughter died down. "I thought it was crazy at first, too. I initially dismissed it as just another folk tale for families to pass onto their progeny. But as far as I know, they are very real and very dangerous. There's one for every known type of pokemon. And… Cyclone has one."
"Oh, really?" Sabrina muttered to herself.
"Now, did this vaporeon in the woods ever use a move that was like… a big barrage of acid?"
"Acid? No, nothing like that."
"And you said you were very close to killing him, correct?"
"Oh, rub it in… How do you even know Cyclone has one of these Forbidden Attacks? You haven't even met the guy!"
"Neither have you," Nightshade said as a rebuttal. "I… heard about it from Solus when we previously fought. He was… bragging about how powerful Cyclone's army had become. Yeah… That's how I know."
"Hmph, fine. Does Solus have one, too?"
"No, thank Arceus, he doesn't! Oh, my God! Solus with a Forbidden Attack would be…" The heracross shook his head again. "I-I don't even want to think about that."
"But let me get this straight," Nightshade started, eager to change the subject. "If this vaporeon was dangerously close to losing the fight, he could have used his Forbidden Attack against you as a last resort. But if he didn't use anything like a Forbidden Attack in a life-or-death situation like you've described, and if he was by himself with no other pokemon around him, then that leads me to believe that this vaporeon you fought was not Cyclone."
To say Sabrina was agitated would be an understatement. Having her experiences, what she physically witnessed, called into question incensed the umbreon beyond belief. She just wished Nightshade would stop talking. If she could jump over to his table and smother him, she gladly would have. But her weakened state kept her on her table, practically forcing her to seriously review yesterday's events through a more critical lens with the additional information Nightshade provided. And the more she thought about it…
Cyclone being alone… Not using a super powerful move against her when he was losing…
'Ugh… Fuck, heracross makes a point… Fuck!'
Sabrina silently surrendered all doubt, letting her head rest back down on the table. Her chin sunk into the soft object underneath her head as she stared lazily at the squares on the wall.
"A-Anyway, like I said, you should rest," she heard Nightshade say. She paid him no mind, though.
"We don't have to worry about Cyclone being in Shellreef anymore like you were thinking. You're in a Pokemon Center, and there are humans here who can help you heal."
"So I am here for medical treatment?"
"Mm-hmm," Nightshade nodded. "They can help you become strong enough to face Cyclone's pokemon when the time actually comes to fight them," he added, trying to cheer Sabrina's spirits up. "So stay in bed. It'll be better for you."
"Fine…"
"Oh, and… I'm so sorry to hear about your trainer, Sabrina."
"What do you mean?"
"I just… No trainer-owned pokemon should have to go through that. I can't imagine what that must have felt like for you. I have a trainer, too; I'd hate to lose him to Cyclone's pokemon, too."
"That's why I need to stop him as soon as possible."
"Hey, I'm sure he was a good guy if he helped you become this… tough, heh."
If Nightshade said anything else after that, she didn't hear it; and frankly, she didn't care. She wished he would just stop talking altogether and leave her be. So she curled her hind legs and tail up as close to her body as she comfortably could and focused on tuning the heracross out.
'You're weird… but at least you're on my side… That's good.'
Sabrina stayed immersed in her own thoughts, and as always, Cyclone was at the forefront of her troubled mind. She thought back to the fight with the vaporeon. Losing felt embarrassing enough, but now there was this revelation that her opponent wasn't who she thought he was. It hit her that even if she defeated that vaporeon in the fight, it wouldn't have mattered in the long run… because that apparently wasn't Cyclone. She would have lived merrily thereafter believing that she had killed Cyclone and thus successfully enacted her revenge, all the while Cyclone still roamed the region likely amassing more pokemon for his army.
'Ugh, if I ever find that goddamn vaporeon… it's over! I'll kill him for sure!'
Another thought lingered in the back of her mind, as well.
'Forbidden Attacks, huh? One for each type? Defeat a pokemon in one move? Sounds cool! Where can I get one?'