Post by drake on Mar 1, 2012 23:14:03 GMT -5
”Get ahold o’ yerself, Khronos…” he murmured after his spoken words to Wallace, his hard eyes glancing down to the Gyarados below him. Her jolly nature had been one of the annoying things to work with in training. ”…we stand here not as friends but as enemies.” Looking back up, he pulled the brim of his hat down before the young Champion began to speak, keeping his hand poised as though it were to hide his expression, despite the fact night had long fallen.
The pause was broken when Wallace spoke, automatically setting a flare of annoyance within Drake’s mind as his age was hinted at. The dragon master let out a quiet, though disgruntled, growl that faded into a sigh. ”Feh,” he chuffed, looking up from beneath his hat. ”Doncha know too many chemicals be harmful ta yer skin?” It was a weak retaliation, but Drake wasn’t in much of a mood to carry on any sort of conversation about age and appearance. ”Then again ye’ll be loosin’ yer hair first, Wallace.”
The next words, though, brought Drake’s lips up in a snarl as though his jaws were permanently set to do so, not all that different from his Gyarados’. Traitor, eh? That, in the old man’s opinion, was a more interesting choice of words. ”’m afraid there be no pullin’ back from me an’ Lux today, sir Champion…” The mocking tone he’d taken was only a cover, something that was expected. Wallace’s proper title was something Drake still believed as right compared to the brat that held the title now – no person that got the title of ‘Champion’ without a series of five battles was a fully-fledged one.
”Ye’d be far-reachin’ to be callin’ me a traitor, Wallace.” he said, narrowing his eyes. Khronos shifted below him, curving her body around and raising her head to match her trainer’s rising voice. ”Yer no more t’an a scallywag turned to Nox – further with intent t’drown a bustlin’ city like Slateport – somethin’ that were once part of a Region you had! Yer really willing t’see it fall today?!” Clenching two small pokeballs in his left hand he pulled them out of his pocket and transferred one to his free hand.
Drake clenched his teeth. His soldiers had their orders – although he knew there was no promise of them being followed, there was the assumption they would be. Unlike Wallace, apparently, Drake wanted to avoid mass destruction. The first pokeball snapped open, revealing Themis beside Khronos’ head. Drake gave a huff before jumping from the Gyarados’s head and landing upon Themis’ back, his leg buckling beneath him, bringing him instantly to a crouched position.
”Who even sent ya?! This be a waste o’ your time, tryin’ ta stop us, and waste o' their effort!”
The pokeball was pocketed and a third was withdrawn as Themis flew higher into the air.
”I will not stand down, nor will you! Bring it!” Tossing the pokeballs into the air, an Altaria and Hydreigon appeared side-by-side, the two pokemon sizing their enemies up before launching attacks on command.
”Menoetius, Dragon Pulse! Physis, Dragon Dance!”
The Altaria began a small, dance-like motion in the air, behind Drake while the Hydreigon reared back its head, a turquoise ball of energy forming in its mouth before firing towards Wallace’s Lanturn. Finally, Khronos powered through the water, eyes narrowed in determination as she swam for the Milotic, needing to get closer before attempting to attack.