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It seemed to have at least a marginal effect, in that it was no longer trying to attack Nate... but it also was refusing to cooperate nonetheless. Chip sighed. "Thanks for trying, everyone, but I think these two are just not going to cooperate. We'll continue to study them, but... In terms of...

Diyem wrapped his darkness around the new Dark Matter that appeared. Maple, meanwhile, was breathing heavily, trying to recover. Her breaths were shaky and the light of her body had dimmed. He pulled this Dark Matter in and wrapped it in a tight ball of Shadow. Then, he looked left, then right...

[Pop > S0urdough]: Yes. It's a very good fight! Pop was being coy, clearly. -- "Now, don't be rude," Diyem taunted. "Use my weapon against me, why don't you?" "If you insist." No matter how many hits Diyem took, it was as if he was completely invulnerable to a finishing blow. Maple had to...

When the initial slam against the glass was ineffectual, it had attacked a little more before it reeled back and curled in the center of the room again. It wasn't cooperating at all. Meanwhile, Chip, after seeing no progress, slipped in an inert stone through the door--they were very low on...

Icetales' attempts at getting to Maple were met with a seemingly impenetrable wall. Diyem, in his Abyssal form, completely shrugged off the ailments that Icetales attempted to throw at him. His dark eyes glared at Icetales and he flicked a paw in his general direction, and suddenly the very...

Her bursts of light from within the shadowy storm were feeble at best. She struck and swung in all directions, but nothing was coming from it. Maple shouted and roared and sliced, but Diyem was unstoppable, now. An echo of Diyem's power rippled through the arena, concentrated on Maple...

As far as they can tell, S'more operates by fighting quickly and accurately, but his actual attack power isn't as strong as others that he'd seen. Still, he seems ready for anything, and might have more techniques than the average elite.

They didn't seem to give any particular response to Dave that suggested cooperativeness. Chip did prattle on about their behaviors, though, attributing personalities to each one. Whether or not they were exaggerated by his perception or not was up to debate. Apparently, the larger, darker one...

"You're slow," Maple said, looking suspicious. "What are you doing? This isn't at all like your normal fighting style. Trying to harness by Radiance? It's burning you up!" "Your ability to use my Shadows seems to be turning your hand to stone," Diyem said. "What?" Maple glanced at it, but it...

"Well, that depends. That Owen fellow seemed like as upbeat and positive as they come, and even he was vulnerable to it. In fact, it was in him the whole time..." Chip sighed. "I don't really know if that's reliable."

The ocean waves roared in Cabot's ears. Cold ocean spray roused him from slumber, though a brutal headache--and that meant a lot, for a species like him--plagued him. Chilly winds and dark skies meant he was in the middle of a storm... But what happened? How did he get there? Water brushed...

The Parasite to the left, the one that was bigger and darker, made what might have been a hissing noise, spitting a fluid that evaporated into ether, but something in Dave's instincts told him that it was corrosive to his very spirit. The smaller one curled up, just barely, like it was ready to...

Kate stood at the base of a steep mountain, snowcapped at the top, but with evergreen pines at the bottom. Just another mission. Just another place to pilfer. Though, this was apparently a more noble goal, wasn't it? Instead of taking from other Pokemon, her assignment--according to what was on...

The dim glow of nighttime mushrooms colored the rocky walls of the cave. Mixing with this light were flickering embers of orange and yellow. Owen was lying in the middle of these flames, enjoying the warmth; they licked at his scales and washed over his back. The flame at the end of his tail got...

True to its name, the skies were a deep, dark color. The smells were familiar and yet distant; it had been more than half a year since Saltriv had set foot in Overcast Village. That was where they were now, right? But there was something wrong. Where were all the Pokemon? There were buildings...

Starr awoke standing up. The fur on her body felt heavier; the air smelled foul. Something was burning. She was in a cell, but the way she was positioned, it suggested she was not the one who was supposed to be there. In fact, she had entered on her own volition... hadn't she? Her paw felt like...

Vix was sprawled out in the middle of the arena with a roaring crowd surrounding her on all sides high above. It was grander than the Colosseum of Destiny Village, with taller walls and an even wider circle. Standing at the opposite side of the arena--if it could be considered standing--was...

"I was thinking maybe if we wanted, we could bring Maple and she could warp then out with a portal, but nooo, apparently that risked it coming out through the same portal." Chip pouted. "I hate when that Charizard gives me that disappointed look. Who does he think he is?"

"Hah!" Maple slammed into Diyem, cleaving another wound along his body. Maple followed up with a second one; unlike Diyem, it seemed that Maple operated on an all-out offense. It wasn't much of a strategy... but it was effective, given her strength. "Go on," Diyem said. "Use it again." "Why...

"It's insane," Owen said. "I never would have thought that they'd be so similar. Especially after how much they started off despising one another..." "Maybe that's exactly why," Cal remarked. "What exactly are you doing?" Maple warned, twirling her hammer to get used to its weight. She grunted...