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"Mmm. See you. And congrats on your evolution, little one. I'm sure you'll be a feraligatr before you know it." As he made for the exit, however, one phrase echoed in the back of his head. Overwhelming force. Overwhelming force. Overwhelming force... "Overwhelming force. Overwhelming force,"...

“In the old days, you pushed yourself against nature itself.” Bahamut’s eyes flickered purple. “Nowadays, they have enchanted dummies and other contraptions, but it scarcely matters. Every successive generation of pokémon has grown weaker. Technology has reduced their need to use their strength...

Fighting to win? “You are both young. And fortunate. Where I’m from, battles are about survival. Nothing more, nothing less. So it behooved me to avoid confrontations.”

"And look how much you exhausted yourself for the sake of one strike that, while decent, would be negated by my healing." Bahamut snatched Esper before he could float up and mouth off to ruin the moment. "Imagine for a moment that this wasn't some battle for sport. That you were battling for...

"Great. Are we done here?" Bahamut licked a forepaw and brushed his metallic mane.

“Oh, good grief.” This was turning into some sort of spectacle. At least it would be over shortly. Just for good measure, Bahamut did one last Siphon on Surf, then swatted her with a forepaw, angling to send her into Turf.

"All actions have consequences." Bahamut again struck Turf twice. That should've been enough to put her down.

Bahamut frowned. Stubborn to the bitter end, huh? Fine. Two could play at that game. "Well—" "Whoa, whoa. C'mon, boss." Esper tapped his forehead. "Can't you at least play it up a bit for the crowd? Your strike actually got a reaction from them. I was starting to think they'd died of boredom."...

"If you're just going to keep using Screeches, can we just call this off? I'm not used to having ears." This time, Bahamut didn't use any specific technique. He just struck Turf with a forepaw... twice.

Bahamut sighed. He was not a fan of these annoying show fights. And he chose defenses so his attacks were practically worthless. Whatever. They were clearly operating under the impression that all he'd do is stall for time. Which was all he seemed to be good for around here, anyway. And...

Oh, so the plan was for the little one to get faster. Made sense, he supposed. Wasn't really much he could do about it other than getting rid of the current barriers. Which he did with two more basic attacks. The other, he supposed, would just end up fading from neglect.

Bahamut looked the smaller one over. Barriers? Not quite like Owen's. Esper confirmed it. "Looks like she's got the shields up. Batten down the hatches and all that jazz." He pointed his head at Turf... and shot a glob of paint at her. Bahamut doubted that would even get rid of one of the...

They had trained, huh? Fascinating. Bahamut was different, too. Because of the stupid cat body. And Esper. "Don't worry, Baha Blast, I got you." Esper stuck his hands up and tiny, sludgy pom-poms appeared in them. "Ra-ra-ree! Kick 'em in the knee! Ra-ra-rutt! Kick 'em in the butt!" That...

“Yo, what up, water-butts?” Esper said, waving at them while he lay on Bahamut’s head. Right. The kids. Had to keep them entertained. “Are you sure you want to go through with this?”

"Why must I show up to this infernal place again?" Bahamut stomped through the entrance with his arms drooping on either side of him. "You got a summons." Esper waved the piece of parchment in front of Bahamut's eyes. He grabbed it (and Esper) in his right hand. "Urk... c'mon, you don't want to...

Blacklight Boost: +2 speed, +1 defense, +1 resistance, +1 evasion.

Esper floated back to Bahamut and leaned against his armored forehead. "Boy, tough break. Kitty Pryde mentions powerful psychics and pretends like you don't exist." He pet Bahamut's armor. "There, there. It's okay. You have no self-esteem anyway." Bahamut wanted to sock Esper, but refrained. "I...

"I always knew carrots were evil!" Esper shouted, sitting up and bracing his hands on the sides of Skara's back. "Just look how orange they are. Never trust a fruit that's orange... 's what I always say." Bahamut facepalmed. "Carrots are vegetables." "That's just what the carrots want you to...

Well, that explained the Dark Matter grudge. Except now their leader wasn't available to weigh in on this development. Pity. "In my world, commoners tell stories of necromancers that can raise the spirits of the dead to do their bidding." Bahamut's eyes turned a deep purple. "And not as...

Bahamut had a bad feeling about this.