LFL, Chapter 16: Times, Part 2.
The times, they are a changing.....

"Blaaaaaaast!!!!"
Nuke, the huge Blastoise, was sent flying across the arena. Primeape flew after her, his huge hands outstretched, ready to smash Nuke. He connected with a powerful uppercut to Nuke's jaw. Gyran smiled. His students were doing better after yesterday's little "lecture". "Nuke, use Bite!" The big Blastoise reared her head back, and snapped at Primeape, missing him by inches.
Chris grinned. Gyran was right. This was waaaaaay to easy. Which could only mean one thing. A trick. "Primeape, use Thrash!" Chris shouted. The hulking pokémon rammed himself into Nuke's gut, tipping the turtle over onto her back. Primeape swung his thick arm into Nuke's face. He was standing on her midsection. Nuke roared in pain. "Nuke, Return!" Gyran shouted. "Very good. It looks like you listened to my advice from yesterday. See how paying attention affects your battle? You would not have won yesterday."
He clapped his hands twice. "Okay, everyone over here." They others came over from their places, where they had been fighting mock battles with each other. "See how much better you battle today? Now it is time to learn something new. Why you all are here."
He motioned for them to sit down, and did so himself. "This begins a long time ago. About a million years ago. Well, maybe not a million, but you get the idea. Pokémon had just started to invade the area. There were precious few of them, and they were nothing like what they are today. They were bigger, more primal. Even the Magikarp were dangerous." He rolled down his sleeve. There was a long red scar there. "One of them did this to me."
Mark did a double take. "What??! How could one of them do that to you? It would mean your over a million years old!!!" Gyran grinned darkly. "That's absolutely correct. Now to continue with my story. I was alone during these times, until I came across a tribe of Nidokings and Queens. Of course, these weren't they names then, I had no idea what they were. I just called them by how many spikes were on their tail."
"It turned out that the tribe had a leader. They had even built a sort of 'temple' in his honor. They took me there one day. Inside, was something I had never seen before. The Dark One. He was, for some reason, trapped inside that temple. He had been waiting since his creation for a intelligent creature to walk in. He got me. He presented me with four stones, each of which, he claimed, could capture one of the new creatures, and make it totally obedient to it's owner, who would be me. I used them to collect some of the creatures I had seen on my journey. Nuke, Duel, and Nine Spike were the ones. The fourth stone I used later."
"The Dark One gave me a name. It is the name I still use today. He also gave me a horrible blessing; Immortality. Once I had filled the three balls with the monsters, he was able to be released. He made me a sort of 'second in command' to him, even though he hadn't conquered anything. He decided that Man was still to strong, and he would wait until Man was weaker to strike. So he planted the seeds of technology in Man, and give him tools, taught him to build cities, and protect himself. Later, he told Man how to build the stones like I had, and contain the monsters. Since they could easily fit in a pocket, the monsters came to be known as Pocket Monsters, or Pokémon for short. And The Dark one waited. For thousands of years, until Man felt safe, and secure in his technology. Then he decided to strike."
"It was exactly thirty years ago. Man fought back, but to no avail. Then, thirty great trainers came from the gloom, and fought back. By then, I had abandoned The Dark One. I joined The Thirty, and attacked my former master. In fact, it was I who finally managed to capture The Dark One inside a pokéball." Now Joe looked skeptical. "You mean that this 'Dark One' is a pokémon?" Gyran nodded. "Yes. Although, he is more demon the pokémon. He can use their attacks, but is not bound by any of their rules. He is the ultimate evil, and must be stopped."
"You mean, he's loose?" Chris asked. "No," Gyran answered, "not yet. But soon. That was what the cultist troop who attacked me wanted." Mark held up his good hand. "Whoa. Now what does all this have to do with us?" Gyran grimaced. "Everything. The old members of the Thirty feel that you may be some of the members of the new Thirty. We are especially interested in you, Mark."
He bowed his head. "Your father was the leader of The Thirty. When he disappeared, you were born. That [i]must[/i] be a sign. We think that you may be The Chosen One, who will battle the Dark One, and succeed. No-one else can kill him. Only The One, who we believe is you. That is also why the cult has been attacking you."
Gyran stood up. "Jerium has been sent to find some of the other members of The New Thirty. He is one, also. So is Lily, of the Cerulean Gym. Many others are, too. He will find out living members, both past and future."

Meanwhile, with the aforementioned Jerium.........
"Look, kid, I really don't want to mess with this. I'm on a tight schedule. Truck. In. Now." Jerium was fighting with a teenage punk kid, who really didn't want to go inside the truck. "Maybe you don't know who I am," the kid said, "My name's Ga-" Jerium interrupted. "I know perfectly well who you are. Your Gary Oak. I know your grandpa."
Gary turned his head, and held his hands palm up. "I really don't care. I guess I COULD be persuaded to go with you, if you beat me in a battle." Jerium sighed. "Fine." His words practically dripped ice cubes. "Whatever." Gary grabbed his first ball. "Go, Arcanine!" The huge fire dog landed on the ground, and growled at Jerium.
"Hmmmmmm. Two of my pokémon are bugs. That leaves" He threw out a ball. "Go Combustor!" A huge ball of fire landed on the ground. "Huh??!" Gary said, "What's that thing??" He held his PokéDex out. It said: "Combustor, the Fire Bomb pokémon. This pokémon can explode on command, and shoot fire. It is a distant cousin of Koffing."
"Ahhh, well. What ever this thing is, Arcanine, use Dig!" The huge dog scooped handfuls of dirt up, and flung them around the area. "Combustor, use Fire Shield!" Jerium shouted. The Fire Bomb shot out a wall of fire that looked like a Fire Spin, only defensive. The clumps of dirt slammed into it, killing the fire.
When Arcanine emerged, Gary had a new order ready for it. "Arcanine, use Flame Wave!" The dog shot out what looked like a wave of pure fire, and it slammed into Combustor. The Fire Bomb was soon consumed by the flame. "Combustor, use Fire Bubble!" Jerium shouted. Nothing seamed to happen. When the fire died down, Combustor was there, no worse for the ware. "Aha! Combustor, use Barrage!"
The flaming pokémon shot out several flaming rocks, that hit Arcanine several time, wounding it. "Arcanine, Bite!" Gary commanded. "Combustor, just wait!" The huge dog came over, and held Combustor in it's mouth, like a puppy would hold a ball. "Combustor, now Small Explosion!" A tiny fuse started to light on Combustor. Gary realized what was going to happen. "Arcanine! Drop it! DROP IT!!!!!!!" Just as the canine was going to spit the Fire Bomb out, Combustor exploded in a huge blast. "THAT was a small explosion??!!" Gary stuttered. Jerium smirked. "Yep."
Now Gary smirked. "Well, your pokémon is KO'd too. It's a draw. Guess I'll be going..." Jerium gripped his shoulder. "Not so fast. Small Explosion doesn't KO the pokémon, does it Combustor?" The Fire Bomb stood up and nodded it's head. "Bust." Gary's head dropped. "Guess I'm coming with you..... Just let me call my Grandpa, alright?" Jerium shook his head. "No, that's alright. I already did that. We're friends, remember?" And then they were gone.

Meanwhile, in a hotel of "ill repute", an man sat watching the TV...................
His name was William Thaddus Kidd. People called him Wily. Or Bill. Call him Billy, though, and you'd be picking your teeth out of your bum, and be carrying your liver home in a doggie bag. He spoke with a variety of accents, making people unsure of just what nationality he was. He was also getting very mad at the TV. The were re-playing Mark's press conference. They were at the part were Chris had broken in, saying how he "couldn't have done it without himself". William really didn't like that Chris too much. He was too cocky.
William was a member of Team Rocket, for better or worse. Mostly worse. In was in a special unit that almost never saw field action: Vendetta Rockets. The VR unit. A special squad designed only for getting revenge. And in William's case, smashing things up real good. He was good at that. The "Boss" had called out the Vendetta's best (William) to deal with a little problem: Mark Dillion, Joe Peterson, and Dr. Rodrick Jones. Jones had already been taken care of, more or less, and he was hunting down Mark and Joe. They had declined to pay a squad of morons. Why this was important, William really couldn't tell, but, oh, what the hell.
William was enjoying himself, up until that moment. Now he was mad. He grabbed a small handgun out of his pocket, and got off a couple of shots into the TV, before he caught himself. "Just like Elvis....." He thought to himself. He wasn't worried about the owners of the hotel. He had taken care of them. Now, William was enjoying the finer things in life. He partook in more vices than should have been allowed by law (and they probably were). He smoked, drank, and on more than one occasion, did drugs (although they always left a nasty taste in his mouth). His living it up was part of his Style. He had to have his Style.
Well, now it was time to get back on with the assignment. He loaded up his backpack (full of various implements of destruction), his suitcase, (more of the same) and a small knapsack (his clothes). He walked out the door of the hotel, waving to the corpse at the desk as he did so, and casually tossed a pipe bomb over his shoulder. Boom.
It was good to be the Kidd.

EPILOGUE
The Minor Lord Dark strolled through his private laboratory. No-one else was allowed to be in there. He demanded respect, and he got it. Now, he was checking up on his most promising experiments. It was in a huge tank, filled with a green jelly like substance. The was something squirming inside there. It looked like a human child, only black, and very tiny. It was a fetus. The Minor Lord Dark had created it.
He petted the tank. He spoke. "Soon. Very soon. I will have a son I can proud of. Spawned from our Dark Lord, with my DNA, as well as my son's, spilled by Edgar. Soon. My seed.
The he left.
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LFL, Book 2, Chapter 17. Times, Part 3
It is the time of the season................

It was three days later.
Jerium felt cold. Today was his day. It was not even a fine day. He was driving a semi on a all-too thin road. Gary Oak was sitting beside him, trying to tone out the never-ending drone of "Convoy". He had said that his team consisted of a Nidoking, Arcanine, Houhou, and a few others, but Jerium really hadn't listened to him. He was too busy looking at his destiny, looming up on the horizon. He was a man who just realized that the light at the end of the tunnel is an oncoming train.
He glanced down at the King's Knife, laying peacefully in it's sheath. It knew the way. The whole way. He looked back at the road. He then spoke to Gary. "I assume that you know how to drive." Gary swallowed. His new traveling companion was very strange. "Yeah, I drive." Jerium slammed on the brakes. He unhooked the Knife. "Take this. Listen to it. It will speak directly to your mind. In forty-five minutes, it will no longer speak to me. It will tell you the way to go. Listen to it. Take the truck. You will find a cave, where many people are. There is an old man there. Show him the sword, and he will help you. Now, farewell." He then leapt out of the semi.
Gary sat alone, feeling lost, confused, and fairly sick. He knew this was the start of something big, some strong, and something very, very bad.
Jerium skidded down the nearby hill, a huge lump in his throat. He tried to force it down, and nearly vomited. He finally came to a stop. "I know you're here!" He shouted. "Come out! I'm not afraid of you!" All of the cockiness in his voice from when he first met Joe, way back in Pewter City, was gone. It sounded empty and hollow, a shell of it's former self. Jerium was the same.
There was a flicker in the gloom, and a figure appeared. It was floating several inches above the ground. It spoke, with the wind carrying the voice, with the branches and leaves of the almost barren trees as the vocal cards. It said: Hello Jerium. Now is you time. Jerium reached for the Knife, then remembered himself. He looked down at his watch. Only fifteen minutes to go. "Take me, Specter! I am no longer afraid of my own destiny!" The wind, and the voice it seamed to bring with it, hissed. Goooooooooood. I am not afraid to take it. A spark. A flicker. A flame. And in Specter's invisible hands, appeared a long, deadly scythe. And now, I will. Specter swung the scythe, ripping a slight tear in Jerium's shirt, nearly missing the flesh by centimeters. He gripped the three balls attached to his waist. "Go Pinser, Scyther, Combustor! One last strike!"
The was a flicker inside Specter's cloak that might have been a grin. [i] Now is the[/i] Time" He threw off his cloak, showing the body of a quite handsome thirteen year-old boy. He grinned. "And now, you see Specter Winter unleashed." His eyes glowed a bright blood-red. He stared over at Scyther, Pinser, and Combustor. They burst into flames, leaving only cinders and ashes. Jerium felt cold and alone. He had raised his pokémon from children up. They had been his family, his life. Now he was truly alone.
"Ragghhhh! FIEND!!!!" Jerium shouted, and hurtled into Specter. Or he would have, but the boy teleported away from the attacker. "Ah, ah, Jerium. You have no idea exactly what your up against." Jerium felt his insides burning, his blood boiling. He choked, and fell to the ground. He looked up at the death's-head grin on Specter's face, barely above his. He reached up, and swatted at the boy. Specter held up his finger, and waved it in a "no-no" symbol. "No Jerium. I don't think so. But I won't kill you yet. It's been a long time since I've shed that cloak of mine. It restrains me from my full potential. I plan on having a little fun." Jerium looked up, and lost the fight for consciousness...............

Later.................
Jerium opened his eyes. He hurt. A lot. He felt many open wounds on his body. He looked down at his body. He was strapped to the wall by some kind of huge metal body harness. It prevented all movement of his body. Specter was standing at a desk, sharpening some tools. "Your awake. Good. I was hoping you would soon. This," he waved around the place, "is my workshop. The Minor Lord Dark would probably have me executed for having this, but I don't care. I'm above his reach, beyond it."
He picked up a small knife. "See the time Jerium? One minute until the Knife takes you up for dead. One minute until you fall out of The Thirty. No-one will take your place. You have no heir. Your line dies tonight." He took a few menacing steps towards Jerium. "Those images I showed you in Cerulean are just a fraction of what will happen. I plan on taking them all out, one by one. Each to his own, eh? And mine is most fierce." He gripped Jerium's head. "I've always wanted to see what makes humans tick. No better time then the present, right?"
Jerium's screams could be heard all throughout the forest where they were. They never stopped.

Meanwhile...............
Gary looked at the road with panic in his eyes. Jerium had been right!!!!! The sword talked to him, telling him where to go. He could only follow. The road was sharp, with many turns. The semi skidded often, but Gary never fell. He had no idea where he was going, but he was going there fast.
Finally he was there. It was just a shoddy little cave. Outside it, many people were practicing battles. There was a Venusaur, Primeape, Graveler, and several others. They all stopped what they were doing, and stared at the semi. Gary slowly got out, and stepped out. A very old man walked over to him. He spoke. "I know what happened. Jerium is gone. You have the sword. Welcome. Jerium will be missed, but now you are here. Welcome."
Gary swallowed. "Do....Do you have a-a-any place to lay down?" The old man nodded. "You will be introduced in the morning. You can sleep in there." He pointed to the back of the semi. Gary opened the door, rather shakily, and stepped in. It smelled like cat wizz, but it was dark, and cool, and there was an old blanket, and he was tired. In the morning............... Gary stepped out. He was feeling better, but he had a sense of dread. He had done something he would NEVER do under any circumstance, not to Ash, not to Jerium, and certainly not to these guys here. He had showed a weakness. He was supposed to be invincible, and he had gotten freaked out by a sword. He felt pathetic. He looked over to the sword, still in it's laying place. It looked like any other blade. But it was special. Jerium had told him somewhat of it's history. The sword had told the rest.
It had been forged for the carcass of a dead Scyther, it's blades sharpened even past it's peak. It's wings were died and created the sheath. Parts of it's exoskeleton had been made into the hilt. It had been forged by the King family's oldest ancestor. Gyran had a hand in it. It held powers and controlled. There was some argument as to wither you welded the sword, and if it welded you. Gary was afraid of it.
A sullen looking fifteen year-old greeted him outside the semi. He was wearing sunglasses. One hand was pale, and unmoving. Gary recognized him as Mark Dillion, the person who had ruined the Pewter City Gym, of the Pokémon Times had said. Next to him was another fifteen year-old. He was fair haired and skinned. Gary knew him as Joe Peterson, "The Boy who Gave Pokémon a Bad Name Forever!" There were others there, too. Gary had seen them one the press conference, but only recognized two of them, Mike Easton and Chris Sturdy.
The old man stepped forward. "My name is Gyran. As long as you are here, you will obey me, and not question my ways. Soon, we all will tossed into a tempest of deceit and destruction. We will have to survive. I can see that Jerium failed in his quest by only bringing you. Perhaps he did not have enough time. One can only wonder." Gary saw no signs of humor in the old man's wrinkled face. "Tomorrow," Gyran said, "you will begin training. We only have around a week to prepare, and we have much to do."

Meanwhile...................................
Jerium once again opened his eyes. He hurt all over, but it was a numb sort of pain. He could feel where Specter had been probing. In his head. Specter had been poking around inside HIS HEAD. It hurt. He tried to shake it off, then realized he couldn't move his head. He wished that Specter would just end it now, leave him to his eternal rest. He also knew that would never happen. Specter was too sadistic, too warped, to let that happen.
He only had one chance. He would regret doing it, but it could bring help. With any luck. Without any, well, they would be very dead. Very, very dead, in fact. He concentrated. Hard. Tried to form a picture in his mind. He saw it. Then, he felt something heavy hit him, and the last thing he heard was Specter's maddening voice. "No, Jerium King. I can't let you do that. Although, I can twist it to my own purposes. But I can't have you interfering. So, Good-bye."
Than, all he saw was darkness. He heard nothing. Than, he knew, for sure, without a doubt in his mind, that he was dead. It didn't hurt as much as he thought it would. It was dark though. He sighed, knowing of then pain he had brought upon his friends. Then, his spirit faded for good, and Jerium King left the mortal world behind.

Meanwhile.................
There was a crash, a scream, a shriek, and a dull thud. The group looked out into the dense forest surrounding Gyran's cave, and saw it. It was something that had been haunting the nightmare of everyone by Gyran, Mike, and Gary, only because Gyran had seen worse, and Mike and Gary had never seen it. It was formed of shadow, melded of pain, created for suffering. It was a beast, a monster, and a human.
It was the Man-Scyther.

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End Times
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LFL, Book 2: Chapter 18, It All Sometimes, you just have to give it you all, and even when you've given all that, give some more.
Charm pounced on the Man-Scyther. It didn't put up a fight. She slashed at it, clawed it, ripped it apart, only for revenge. And still, it did not fight. She finally rolled off of it, reveling a now-burnt and scraped-up corpse. The Man-Scyther had arrived dead.
Mark went over, and gave it a poke. It didn't even twitch. "Yep, it's pretty much dead." Gary hung back from the others. "Gaaaa! What IS that thing?" Chris walked over and put his hand on Gary's shoulder. "It's called a 'Man-Scyther'. It tried to kill us, once. But we later discovered it was the disembodied spirit of Jerium's father, out for revenge, and Jerium was able to beat it. Just take it from me: Stuff like this happens a LOT."
Gyran clapped his hands. "Now is not the time to morn the loss of an old enemy; it is the time to remember an old friend." He walked into the cave, and called for Robert. "The rest of you, keep practicing. Try Gary. See if he's any good. Mike, Mark, I want to see you two go at it with your weakest pokémon. Just try it." Robert followed him into the cave. Gyran sat down at one of the chairs in the cave. "Robert, with Jerium gone, you are the oldest of them. You will probably be called time and time again to be the leader. At least, when Mark isn't. You must understand that." Robert swallowed. "Yeah, I think I understand. I hope I do."

Meanwhile.................
"Weakest pokémon, eh?" Mike said. "Well, I was going to try to use this one in the gym battle, but we left before I could, so Go Pichu!" Mark smirked. "A Pichu? Very weak. My weakest, on the other hand, is quite strong. Go Scyther!" The young Scyther flew down from Mark shoulder, and met it's pint-size competitor. "Scyth, Scyth, Scyth. Er" It laughed.
"Pichu, Quick Attack!" Mike commanded. "Pichu?" The little mouse looked at Mike, as if it was asking, "What do you think you're doing?" "Uh, Thunder Shock?" Mike said. "Pi?" "Growl?" Mike said weakly. "Pi?" "Do something!!!!!" Mike was beginning to get furious at the little mouse. "Pichu." It said, and waddled over to the mini-Scyther, and gave it a hug.
"Awwwwwww. Ain't that cute?" Mark said. "Scyther, Slash." "Scy?" It asked. "Gak. You too?" "Scy." "How a 'bout Quick Attack?" "Scy?" "Dang. Can you do anything?" Scyther reached out with a claw, and poked Pichu. Mike sighed. "This is the most pathetic battle ever. Let's try it with the big boys." Mark grinned. "Fine with me. Go Dugtrio!"
The triple mole appeared, with a cry of "Trio!" Mike looked as if his head was cut in half. "Heh. This'll be easy. Go Farfetch'd!" The wild duck cried "Far!" Mark grimaced. "Hmmmmm, This might be a tad difficult, Dugtrio, but we've overcome tough times in the past. Try for a Slash!" "DUG!" It mole shouted, and the tallest one sprang out and rose a brown, dirty claw and slashed at Farfetch'd. "Farfetch'd, dodge!" The mole missed with it's attack, and fell flat on it's face.
"Now swoop in for a Peck!" The bird pounced on the moles and gave each one a sharp rap on the head. "Quick, Dugtrio, try to bring it underground!" A grubby claw rose out of the dirt and swiped at Farfetch'd, knocking it to the ground. Another claw grabbed it, and drug it underground. "Um, well I really hadn't prepared for something like this. I'll improvise. Farfetch'd, Leek Slap!" There were many sounds of "Far!" and "Trio!" as well as several pows and thuds.
Then it was silent. The two trainers waited an eternity to see which pokémon would be the first to rise. Then with a cry of "Fetch'd!" Mike's flew out of the hole, followed by a very bruised up Dugtrio. "Dugtrio, return...." Mark said dejectedly. Mike recalled Farfetch'd and walked over to Mark. "Good match!" "Yeah you too...." Mark mumbled, and walked off. "Man the guy really doesn't take loses well," Mike said to himself, "Kinda like someone else I could mention." With a look over to Chris.

Meanwhile........... Marian was looking at the deceased Man-Scyther. As "The Resident Occultist", as Mike had so often called her, she felt it was her job to find out just what the heck that the thing was doing there. She wasn't exactly doing an autopsy, just kind of examining it. Gary was standing over her, making her feel very unconformable. Although he hadn't came out and said it, Marian could feel that he was attracted to her.
This time she felt sure that it wasn't going to rise up and attack her, as it had done in the forest. One of the main questions she had was, just what was this one? The Man-Scyther they had battled in the forest had turned out to be the spirit of Jerium's father. It had faded into the afterlife. So what was this? Jerium had spoke of a Man-Scyther he had accidentally created; Could this be it?
Gary finally said something. "Just what is up with your hands?" Marian frowned, not even looking up from her work. "That's not a real good way to get on my good side, y'know. But if you have to know...." She stood up. "It's the physical manifestation of the perfect balance of my mind, body, and spirit. It means I am perfectly attuned to my environment, and can bend it to my will." Gary smirked. "Then why does Chris have it?" Marian sighed. "That's a question we've all been asking ourselves for a long time now."
Chris saw Gary talking to Marian. Unconsciously, his powers flared up, as it always did when he was angry. It had never gotten this high before. He tapped Gary on the shoulder, leaving a cold-burning sensation there. "Hey Gary, Gyran said we're supposed to test you. I challenge you to a two-on-two battle!" Gary shrugged. "Fine. I haven't won in a long time."
They walked over to the battle arena. Gary chose first. "Go Nidoking!" He shouted, and hurled out a ball. The purple creature appeared. "For mine, I'll send out Venonat!" Chris shouted. Gary snickered. "Venonat? What a weak pokémon! Nidoking, Thrash!" "Venonat, show him how weak you are! Stop him with a Confusion!"
The thrashing mad King raged over to the little bug, when it was suddenly stopped by a purple glow. "Now try a Psychic!" Blue waves of energy shot off of Venonat, and slammed into Nidoking at maximum impact. It was Super Effective, and the beast fell. "Nidoking, Return!" Gary shouted. He only had one more try.
"Return, Venona..." Chris stopped in mid-sentence. Venonat was glowing. The, it sprouted wings, and a long, thin body. It had evolved into Venomoth! "Sweetness!" Chris shouted. "Took ya long enough! I've had you for nearly three years now!" The former-Venonat-now-Venomoth was sucked into it's ball, and Chris waited for Gary to call out his next. "This one's my prize! Go Arcanine!" Chris thought a second, and sent out "Primeape! Your up!"
The two battling pokémon circled each other, like tigers in a small cage. Cries of "Prime!" and "Canine!" could be heard every once and a while. "Arcanine, Fire Spin, now!!" Gary shouted. A wave of fire burst off of Arcanine, and surround Primeape. "Primeape, Dig!" Clods of dirt were thrown up around the area, extinguishing the flames. When the dust cleared, Primeape was far under ground.
"Arcanine, match it's Dig!" Gary shouted. The huge dog clawed up chunks of dirt, following Primeape's tunnel. "Primeape, quick, up!" The gorilla sprang out of it's hole, followed by a snarling Arcanine. "Arcanine, Bite!" "Arrrrooooo!" The Legendary pokémon growled, and snapped at Primeape. "Primeape, quick, Slam it's jaws!" Primeape quickly did a turn around, and pounced on Arcanine. The dog fell to the ground, but got back up. Primeape ran, as if all the hounds of Hell were on it's tail. In reality, it was only one.
"Primeape, roll under it, and give it an upper-cut!" Primeape did as commanded, and knocked Arcanine over. The huge dog was knocked out. Chris smirked. He had just taken Gary Down a Notch. Unknowingly, he Raised himself one. He was getting a huge ego, and eventually something had to pop it...........
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