Doctor Doom watched with moderate satisfaction as Jonathan Storm was helped back to the rest of the Fantastic Four. Not only did Doom get to see the shame and heartbreak practically roll off the young man, but he also got a good look at Susan's retreating backside. Doom approved. After all, Susan's ability to think clearly and show her brother how to retreat when faced against his superior might showed how keen an intellect she possessed.
That's not the only thing she possesses that Doom keeps an eye on.
Ben Grimm, better known as the Thing to the world at large, stepped forward and grunted at Doom. “You never did have any respect, did ya Doom? I am going to pound some of it into that big metallic head of yours.”
Doom did not deem the pathetic insult worthy of his words and checked the local weather report via his Doomdex.
Chance of rain later, master. It will be perfect to wash away the insolent fool's blood, sir. Also a high of eighty-one.
Doom was thinking over how cost efficient it would be to mass produce the Doomdex as a child's toy. After all, what child under the protection of Doom did not deserve its own personal replication of a Doom-like persona to offer guidance throughout its life? The added hypnotism would just be a free bonus.
Grimm narrowed his eyes at Doom. “Going to let the machine do the talking for you huh? Fine, let's get this started then! It's clobbering time!” Grimm threw out his first Pokeball and a bipedal green and beige Pokemon appeared out of it looking directly at Logan.
Breloom, the Mushroom Pokemon. Breloom is native to the Hoenn region and is a master of fighting tactics. Its most dangerous ability is the deception it uses with its arms, which can stretch far beyond their usual capacity when Breloom enters combat. This is a dangerous Pokemon.
The Breloom puffed out its chest in pride.
Don't get a big head, you are still an oversized plant with an inferior trainer leading you.
Breloom spread its legs out wide and assumed a fierce looking battle stance at the Doomdex's proclamation.
“Doom sees this one does not prefer to hide its head. Good, perhaps it can give Logan more of a workout than the previous two sad excuses managed to do.” Doom turned to his Beedrill. “Pierce.”
Logan blurred out of sight and in the next moment was right beside the Breloom with its blade poised to skewer the Pokemon. In a flash the blade was parried by Breloom's right hand and its left hand smashed into Logan's face causing the bug Pokemon to float away only to see the Breloom press the attack.
Doom watched as Logan continually counterattacked only for the other Pokemon to always be a step ahead of it with its hand speed. After several exchanges two facts were abundantly clear to the observant Doom. Breloom had his Pokemon outmatched with its technique and that the Breloom was going to lose this battle decisively.