Change My Destiny One Last Time (Drake)

It was time for the showdown. The big, dramatic finale. The sweep that could make or break Hoenn Nox's campaign. It wouldn't be the end of this war, but it'd certainly change this campaign forever. A right move could finally swing the war in Nox's favor, a loss could put them back on the retreat. It was the moment of truth, and leading this charge would've been one of the proudest moments in Terran's career.

But today he wasn't leading the charge. There was other, just as important business he had to attend to.

Rather than join the charge, he took a detour from the most unlikely of locations. Mossdeep. Geographically located somewhere behind Ever Grande, it allowed for a rear strike to compliment the rest of Nox's forward push. With the invasion taking up most of Ever Grande's attention and resources, Terran was left with much less to deal with. The occasional patrol, a watchman here and there, but not much in comparison. Especially with most of Ever Grande's rear being blocked by mountains, making it nearly impenetrable.

As Terran's Claydol was set to prove, "nearly" was the most important word here.

All it took was one moment of a watchman not paying attention. One patrol Pelipper going up when it should have gone down. One Lux sentry looking in the wrong place at the wrong time. Guru peeked out from the mountains behind Ever Grande, glowed brightly, and warped into the hallway between the third and fourth rooms of the Elite 4.

Terran paused for a moment, recalling Guru. He wasn't here to do harm. Not yet, and not to his current target. With his one arm he opened the door between hallways, once again gazing upon the dragon's den where his previous League run had ended.

"Been a while, eh Drake?"