"Ha, I'd hope you'd become even stronger! Don't limit yourself by setting a goal so specific, young one!"
Ari was confused. Even stronger? Than Entei? Was that even possible? But...if that was, he could be truly amazing some day. The Litleo started to calm down as he heard the others talk. He had gotten so excited about becoming super strong like the greatest lion of all, that he had totally forgotten about what they were supposed to be doing! He was a little ashamed, but at Zekrom seemed impressed by their convictions.
"I want to feel the strength of your hearts!"
"O-okay," the fire type's voice wobbled a little bit. At first he'd been scared, then relieved, but now they were going to fight again? Still...what he'd said, about becoming stronger than Entei...something about that stirred his heart. This one fight here, could be the first step to becoming better than Entei, strong enough that nobody would ever die in front of him again.
Still, he didn't rush in. He knew he was weak, and the other was strong. So the first step was...to bridge that gap. Even if just by a little bit. He scrunched his eyes closed. One day...I'll be great. Those thoughts in mind, he Worked himself Up to the idea of fighting once more.
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That seemed to do the trick! Easter thought triumphantly as he blew the Carvanha away. At that, the pain in his leg went away slightly as the other Carvanha let go in surprise. He opened his mouth wide in a Screech attack that had the Sylveon wincing. "Ugh, can you stop with the awful din?" he asked, not expecting much of a response. Very few people liked to banter with him when he fought for some reason. Well, it could be because I'm usually pushing them to their limits, he thought. But really, silent fights were no fun at all. Though there was a limit to such things. For instance, when one started to make a racket. "This will shut you up," he said, charging up a Moonblast.
Except the other chose then to Aqua Blast into his chin. "Guh!" he grunted, stepping to the side in an attempt to avoid the attack and finish shooting off his own.
These small fry were truly very...annoying.
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"Why...meee?" Keanu cried out as he continued to run from the Aura Sphere chasing after him. "This isn't fair. I didn't even want to fight. Stupid Little Mermaid and Tony Tiger were the ones who picked the fight, not me!" But he knew whatever he said would be useless. This Lucario didn't look like the type to be swayed with words.
Meanwhile, the fighting type was busy beating up Nani. Yes, keep doing that, don't pay attention to me, the Pikachu sweated. You two scary people can fight each other. Still, he felt a little guilty at leaving Nani alone. Gritting his teeth, the Pikachu started to run for the duo, Electro Ball at the ready.
Except, then Nani ran for him. "We need to bail. Do you think if both of us put our strength together, we could lift up Randy? I have an idea, but I don't actually know if it will work."
Finally, somebody was speaking some sense here. Well, she spoke sense earlier too, but too little, too late. "Hmm..." he glanced at Randy, doing some rapid-fire thinking. "I think so. But he's pretty heavy too, so it's not gonna be easy." Still, it wasn't like the Lucario would do nothing while they talked. Now that Nani was over here, Keanu was afraid that the Godslayer would soon follow. And sure enough, he was running over here, aiming right for the Mimikyu beside him. "Looks like we might need to put a rain check on that plan for now."
Ugh, what a pain. Keanu charged up the Electro Ball that he had let die earlier and threw it at the Lucario, hoping it would work as a distraction if nothing else. The good news, he thought a second later. Is it hit. The bad news is-- "Crap!" he yelped. The Pikachu attempted to get out of the way, but the Lucario, at this speed, was even faster than him. "Guh!" he felt a crushing pain on the top of his head. "Been a long time...since I was bested in speed," he said weakly as he let himself fall to the ground.
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The Pikachu had seen this man's speed, but he had been overconfident, and now he was paying the price. Honestly, at this point, he felt defeated. He had known that one day, his luck would run out. But he had always managed to stay one step ahead of death's door with his cowardice and speed. If I had run away sooner...I might have made it, but... But, well, if he did that, could he live with himself, leaving his braddahs, no, his ohana behind like that?
I know the answer.
He could live with it, but he would always hate himself for it.
Consumed by dark thoughts, the Pikachu let himself stew, the Nasty Plot building in his head. The thoughts turned even darker when he felt himself being kicked into a tree, the wood splintering around his broken form.
This is why...I didn't want to...get attached to anybody else. Oddly enough, even as his breathing turned labored, and his vision darkened, he didn't feel much in the way of regret. Only...sadness. That he wasn't able to continue the fight, and protect the others.
Is this what...you felt like too...?
Brother.