Chapter 48.1- Oak

Igneel appeared on the floor with a roar that caused total pandemonium. The trainers closest to me began scurrying away, and the two guard Machamps that had been stationed at the entrance began rushing at us. Igneel didn’t spend more than a second bathing them in a sea of flames before rushing through those same flames to get them in melee. They didn’t even get a second’s respite before Igneel had finished with them. The Pidgeot that had been about to fight flew straight at Igneel, but a quick iron tail to the skull sent it into the sweet bliss of unconsciousness.

The Haunter thought to use the flying type’s distraction to entrap Igneel in the fumes that made up its body, but it was quickly blown apart in a mini-hurricane. All this happened in a few seconds, but I could already see the rocket’s begin to react. A Muk appeared from someone’s ball, but Igneel flew a bit into the air before evaporating the garbage pokemon with his flames and nearly suffocating everyone stuck on the ground. Not me, though. Ino was by my side and had been on time to use the right kind of shield to prevent fumes from leaking through. We couldn’t stay in the shield indefinitely, but we’d probably survive on rebreathed air for the next few minutes.

I turned to the tinted glass that seperated us from the spectators and prepared to make my invasion.

Of course, that’s when shit had to start getting real. One of the fighters turned to me with a snarl on his face. He had been on the other end of the room so he’d been mostly unaffected by the beginning of the battle. At his side appeared a Bisharp, massive and angry. I smiled at the steel type. With Igneel’s firepower, the pokemon was barely a threat, but when he released his next pokemon I was forced to reevaluate this. I might not have described it very well, but the room we occupied was massive. Much larger than the average gym hall, with a special cage for battlers to stay in. It was fucking big, but became a lot less large when my opponent released a massive raging Gyrados. In a year of being a trainer, I’d only ever actually fought against the massive sea serpents twice, and each time had been in sanctioned battles with barriers. Now, without any of that and faced with the full force of the pokemon’s immense aura and desire for destruction, it was all I could do to resist fainting or running in fright. It was magnificent, and I had the perfect opponent for it. Kisame appeared with a calm whine, settling all my nerves in the way only she could. You see, Kisame had never been a small pokemon. Easily thrice as long as I was tall, but when compared to the Gyrados in front of us, her size became a whole lot less spectacular. I mean she had a tendency to roll up on herself, but even with that, they shouldn’t have been that different in terms of size. She was a bit smaller than the average size the pokedex claimed her species was capable of reaching, but this Gyrados had to be much larger than normal for the disparity to make sense.

I felt a small mental poke and nodded at Ino as she drew me out of my thoughts.

“Make sure Igneel and Kisame aren’t disturbed” was all I said to Snorlax as I sent him out of his ball. He nodded and ran straight into the mass of pokemon that were being organised into some sort of attack on my person. Igneel then dove straight at the Bisharp, shining like the sun, and Kisame drew all the water helpfully kept in the room’s pool for water type battles towards her and surrounded herself in a water prison. It proved to be the right move, as the Gyrados lashed out with a Dragon breath to start things off. It washed against the water with no impact, and she moved her position before he could capitalise on whatever advantage he’d gained by attacking first. Multiple tendrils of water lashed out from her prison and crashed against Gyrados’ scales, doing close to no damage and leaving her in position for a counterattack. It chose to try crashing down on her with a thunder fang building between its jaws. With mobility beyond the rest of her species, Kisame evacuated her position with incredible speed. Water prison proved its utility again as it gave her the ability to retreat while attacking, this time turning the tendrils of water into blades of ice. They had a similar effect to her first attack when they hit the serpent’s scale. That is, to say they did nothing.

It wasn’t done with her, but we had the initiative and were keen to keep things that way. Dragon Pulse, I commanded and watched the air in the arena bend around the attack. It made to connect with devastating power, but a quick protect nullified the attack in its entirety.

“If you think you’ll win this, you have something coming. I’ve seen all your battles. There’s absolutely nothing you can do to surprise me or my pokemon” My opponent said from across the field with a disdainful scoff as my attack was blocked. Fuck. I guess being such a media personality wasn’t always the best thing. He was still an idiot though. He’d gotten to see my battles and felt opposing me was the wise action to take?

“Doesn’t matter how many tsunamis you’ve seen. When one comes, you run and hide.” I said with my best impression of an arrogant huff, turning my nose up at him and enjoying the way his cheeks reddened. Now, time to end this. Igneel gave up on chasing the fleeing Bisharp and banked hard. His flame aura intensified, as he added aerial ace to the blanket of moves he was using simultaneously. We were quickly approaching the limits of his multitasking ability but luckily, he only had to keep the move on for a few seconds. When he crashed into the unsuspecting Gyrados’ skull, I smiled at the sound and resulting shockwave that nearly threw me off my feet. The Gyrados crashed instantly, knocked out, and the Bisharp’s escape was cut off as it found itself entangled in a series of watery tendrils. Igneel took the opportunity to fly straight at his now stationary opponent, flames wrapped around his fist. “Jetburn fist” I shouted as he crashed into the Bisharp with his overpowered fire punch. It fell into unconsciousness just as quickly as its compatriot had, and I smiled at my opponent in pity as he fell to his knees.

“And now you know despair. Worry not, though, you are not the first, and will not be the last to fall before me” My inner weeb practically jumped for joy at the sheer power of cool in those words.

I looked for snorlax in the crowd of pokemon and found him doing what he did best, lashing out with ferocious strength and brutality. He punched through one Zubat and kicked a Nidorino straight into the wall before turning on the spot and unleashing a hyperbeam in the form of a wave at all the pokemon trying to surround him. I just smiled and left him to it before Ino grabbed on to me and telekinetically floated to the tinted glass. If Oak’s device worked as it ought, there should be no means of escape for the rocket backers. Ino shattered the glass with psychic power and I was faced with the elites of Indigo. Rich men and women, all with more than enough money to live without limits, and here they sat, prepared to watch pokemon brutality and contributing to Rocket’s pocket. The scum of the earth, and of course I had to recognise one of them.

“Mr. Silph?” I asked, doing what I was sure was my best impression of a confused fish.

A/N; Now the first part of the new chapter.