“Faster, Logan! Ever faster!” Doom ordered.
Logan and the Breloom, a blur before, were now impossible to follow with the naked eye. The only evidence of their clashes were the growing puddles of red where the two met. After a several seconds both Pokemon stopped and returned to their masters side, each looking completely winded from their brief flurry of combat.
Logan had bruises and patches of blood all over its body. The Beedrill, although close to its master, never took its eyes off of its opponent.
Breloom on the other hand looked completely untouched save for one small problem: Its hands were severely cut up and in complete disrepair and twitching, a gesture that may have been unnoticeable if it had not been precisely what Doom was looking for.
Doom took in the sight of the Breloom and chuckled darkly. “Concede, Grimm, this fight is over. Doom is, and will forever be, more merciful than you deserve. I have chosen to spare your Pokemon, take my offer.”
Grimm barked out a laugh. “Not a chance, I am finishing this now! Breloom, go get him!”
Breloom jumped forward as Doom shook his head in amusement.
“A fool as always, Grimm.”
Logan buzzed away from its master and in the very next moment one of its blades was sticking out of the back of Breloom's head, blood dripping down the face of the now dead grass Pokemon. Logan slowly slid the blade out of the skull it had been lodged in and flicked the blood onto the ground before going back to its master's side.
“It almost grows tiring to teach you lessons about life, but it just goes to show how kind I truly am that I continue to put up with your lack of intelligence even on the most basic of matters. Even to someone with just rudimentary knowledge of anatomy should realize that when there is pain in an area of a body it causes hesitance on the part of any creature that has not been trained to withstand such hardship. Your Pokemon's hands were shaking from the pain. Your foolish pride has gotten your Pokemon killed, and you are supposed to be a hero? How... unfortunate for those that depend on you.”
Doom laughed maniacally as the Thing clenched his fists in futile rage. Doom was starting to have fun now, a dangerous predicament for anyone who was not aligned with the man.
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