Doctor Doom narrowed his eyes as he focused on his Pokemon. If Logan died he would have to graft those arms onto another Pokemon. That would take time, and Doom didn’t like to waste time. His time, at any rate; a Nurse Joy could waste her time trying to keep the failure alive. Doom returned Logan to his Pokeball. Still, despite failing Logan did maim the Zapdos. Doom liked his enemies maimed.
“It seems I have won, Victor. Return, Zapdos!” Richards reached out Zapdos’ Pokeball only to be puzzled by the fact that the Pokeball wouldn’t open. Richards’ puzzlement ended when he saw Doom was glowing with telekinetic energy. It was clear now what was keeping the ball shut.
“Tut tut Richards, you should know better than to start a fight you are unable to finish. This is not an officially sanctioned gym battle, therefore unless stated otherwise we keep going until the loser is out of Pokemon. I am not yielding. What about you, do you yield? What say you proud bird of the thunder, can you continue?” Doom asked in a goading voice. Doom was clearly attempting to force the Zapdos to continue to fight despite being grievously wounded.
Richards tried to answer for his mind-controlled Pokemon but the Zapdos was now out of his control. The exertion, the pain, and the indignity of the situation had been too much for the Pokemon to handle. It screeched in fury and hovered above the ground despite an ever-growing stain of red covering a large section of its body. Worse yet, it was evident that it had used the last of its electricity to barely overpower Logan in their last encounter.
“Do not fret Richards, I solemnly promise that I shall refrain from using all save one of my Pokemon. I have always been good for my word, have I not, Reed?” Doom questioned.
Richards nodded mutely. He always got worried when Doom referred to him by a first name basis, it meant he felt comfortable. Richards did not like it when Victor Von Doom felt comfortable.
“And good to my word shall I continue to be. I choose you, Magikarp!” Doom tossed a Pokeball and an injured Magikarp made its way out of the Pokeball.
“This matchup again, Victor?” Richards asked. “I did not think you were one to repeat your mistakes! Zapdos, cook me a fish dinner. Thunderbolt!” Richards waited for the attack to happen, but it never came. “Zapdos, what is wrong?”
Doom smirked. “Tut tut, yet another mistake. I expect better from you, Richards. Your bird clearly spent all of its energy on Logan. It cannot use electrical attacks anymore.”
Richards grinned. “Good thing Zapdos does not need to have electricity to defeat a weakened Pokemon! Zapdos, Drill Peck!”
Zapdos lurched forward ready to peck the Magikarp into nothingness.
Then Doom began to laugh maniacally.
“Yes, that is what you would think That Magikarp is weak and further still its weakened from its optimal state! That is of course what the great Reed Richards would see! What you cannot see is the rage that Magikarp feels, the disrespect that it feels by your taunts! The burning fire that will turn all in its path to ashes! You see weakness, I see strength! Boundless strength, strength forged from pain! From suffering! And now you have ordered your Zapdos to do what Magikarp cannot, and that is get its opponent in range for its ultimate attack!”
Richards sneered. ‘What’s it going to do, splash my Zapdos to death?”
Doom ceased his mocking tone and stared directly into Richards’ eyes. “Death, perhaps, but not by splash!” Zapdos had almost reached Magikarp by this point. At the last moment, Doom yelled out, “Magikarp! Flail!”
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