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Pansit smiled at that, jotting it down. "It really sounds like you have high sights for yourself in your world," she remarked. "Not to be perfect, but striving toward it... Befriending a Legend... It sounds to me like you want to be a hero in your world, too!" She laughed a little, nodding...

Kyurem stumbled again, bringing her head down. "Why?" she asked. "Why do you keep fighting?" She staggered ahead again even as the cold started to eat away at her own vitality. Her guard was completely off; piercing cold that chilled even the spirit bit at them all. It was barely possible to...

"Capturing Legendary Pokemon to befriend them? We've heard about things like capturing Pokemon, such an odd term to us here. But in a way, that's not too different from recruiting team members on expeditions and rescue operations for Guilds, isn't it?" Pansit tilted her head. "Yes, there were a...

Kyurem didn't say anything at first; she seemed to be lost in thought. Her eyes were distant, even as they stared directly at Astrid as the snow drowned her out. She was standing in the middle of the dark, frozen palace of the glacial wastelands of the Mist Continent. Isolated, lonely, and...

"Well, at this point we know a whole lot about you from other interviews and talks from your team, but! We never got to ask you directly about things, have we? For example, things that you truly strive for, here and in your home! You're someone who used to be human, right? What do you value the...

This earned a small grunt from Kyurem this time. Perhaps even a wince from the onslaught. She crouched, closing her eyes, listening to Astrid, clearly. "Make it up... as I go along?" Kyurem asked, her yellow eyes flickering in the snowstorm, making an easy target for the gals to focus their...

"Art?" Kyurem repeated, tilting her head even as the attacks landed on her. Despite the injuries--and they were noticeable, especially with how horrible her guard was--she didn't seem bothered at all by it. "I don't know how art works... or what art is supposed to be. Or mean..." She looked at...

It wasn't long until she arrived, flying as she always did. She was quite fast, too, and landed with an excited grace. With pep, she waved Koa down and glided the rest of the way to him. "Koa! Good to see you made it!" She grinned. "I'm Pansit--you agreed to an interview here, right? Oh...

Kyurem stood and took all of the attacks. Her yellow eyes dimmed a little on the final blow, and then Incineroar spoke up. "Kyurem!" he said with the same enthusiasm as usual, "the battle has started!" "I know," she said. "I was waiting for their turn." "Their--" He nearly lost his composure...

"And here we go, folks! It looks like Team Spectrum is opening with their usual preparations!" Incineroar spread his arms wide, but then quickly brought them back together, as if the cold reminded him not to spread his body too much. Diyem murmured something. Owen nodded, a worried expression...

"It appears that everybody is ready!" Incineroar stepped back. For some reason he seemed to be at a greater distance from the arena than usual. "Let the battle... begin!" Kyurem... didn't move. She stared at them, unblinking, unflinching, like she didn't hear Incineroar. The atmosphere...

Another day, another match. This one was apparently an important one for many, and not just Team Spectrum. Reshiram and Zekrom had taken time out of their schedules just to attend the fight and to watch how it would go--the first true battle Kyurem would have had since her fight against Team...

The impacts left half-circle shockwaves in the dirt this time that trailed all the way to the audience stands, cracking the stone. Cepa had been knocked away from the first volley, and Balm tried to crouch to protect against the rest, but was sent flying backwards by the combined force of...

As they left, Eien gently nuzzled Diyem's shoulder. "You did a good thing today," she said gently as the rest of the crowd dispersed. "Mmf." Diyem turned away, ignoring the Shadows leaking from his jaw. "...Thank you." "If there are any problems, I will keep an eye on things," Zygarde said...

Balm is Staggered! "Urgh..." Balm knelt down briefly, off balance. "Balm!" "No, don't undo it. It takes too much time!" Balm got back up. "They're outpacing us. We need to stop that healing, now." "But their wards... Nothing I can do will..." "Lend me your strength," Balm said. "I may use...

It takes some convincing, but it seems like Kyurem would humor Astrid on a battle with two others, just like her siblings. However, it seems like she would only be willing to battle once. This would make developing a strategy around her quite difficult. She didn't seem that enthused... Perhaps...

"N-nghh..." Balm staggered back, but nodded to himself. "I see how this will be... Fine. You're far stronger than before, but... that doesn't mean it'll be easy for you to win! Even as you get stronger, so will I!" "You go get them, Balm!" Cepa cheered, flying over his head as his new, steely...

"I wasn't too surprised to see you challenge us again," Balm said. The Sceptile wasn't hiding that divine aura about him this time, and the gear-like charm just below his neck shined bright. Floating next to him, Cepa giggled and said, "You know, he's been excited for a battle like this. Have...

In the stands, the audience seemed baffled at Astrid's strange way of fighting, rocketing around the field as if she was one of Chip's strange inventions. Her nebulous body blurred to the naked eye, even as Owen, watching with morbid interest, saw her destabilizing limbs move in whatever...

"What? Ha! An opening! What're you gonna do now?!" Chip declared a grand command. "All right, let's finish this off, huh?! Attack, attack! And... maybe some defending!" "Okay, now this is it!" Chip said excitedly. "We can win this if we just defend for a little while longer! C'mon, baby, show...