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"H-heh... heh... are you finished? Is that... the best you can do?!" Zygarde called, nearly kneeling, but not quite down. The dust settled; green arrows, silver energy, massive gashes on the ground, and even a great fissure through the sand... The Tree was destroyed by Astrid, and yet Owen had...

"All this time, I have believed in you!" Zygarde shouted. "Every battle, I watched, and in the end, I was rooting for either victor. Seeing you all come out on top has filled me with such inspiration... Continue! Show me everything that you can do, one last time!" "G-guys?" Owen called...

"I'll back you up!" Owen called. "D-Dad!" Mung called, but then quickly cleared his throat and said, "I-it seems that Team Spectrum has done a real number of Sprout this time! But how will he counter? It seems that his energy is getting even higher than before! W-wait! What's this?" And for a...

The smoke cleared, but Sprout was still standing, looking proud. Green sparks this time, a new kind of energy perhaps, danced around his body through the blurry haze... "Very good, very good!" Sprout said, chuckling. "I guess that means it's time for me to get serious...! Yes! It's now time...

"All right, guys. Keep pace, don't fall for him! But, uh... let's try to... yeah." Owen shook his head, trying to ignore the strange thoughts creeping into his head. "Sprout doesn't look half bad, huh?" Owen asked the team. As Sprout swung at them, he smiled at them in a way that Owen thought...

"Oho?" called Sprout. "It sounds to me like you already know what's coming." He gestured to the ground beneath Brisa as she floated above it with her power. "Well! It's not time for that just yet, now is it? Let's go! It's time to begin!" He pivoted on his paws and then rushed forward with...

"All right, I guess," Owen said. "Guys! I'm gonna try to set you guys up!" Owen flew forward, but then his body dissolved. Sprouting from the ground was a tree made of prismatic light. Cal, taking up the rear as support, slithered in front of the tree to help keep it protected while Owen...

<><><> It was the final day. The crowd was abuzz with activity. Incineroar Sprout entered the arena first, like usual, but beside him was someone that he was speaking with in hushed, calm tones. This second Pokemon--an Obstagoon--seemed nervous, murmuring back to him in a quickened pace...

The Radiant explosion blasted through Diyem and into the heavens above, cleaving the dark clouds apart and letting the sun shine once more. The vitality sensors were destroyed. The audience was silenced, if only due to the explosion that nearly deafened them, a shockwave that rippled throughout...

They were giving it their all, and yet it seemed like Diyem was blasting through all of it with almost no effort. His body was huge, his power reserves seemingly endless, and it seemed like the vitality sensors were struggling to get a read on Diyem at all, only Inan. However, based on the...

"If you were truly my enemy, killing you would only be the first thing I'd do." The shell shattered, just as before. And within it was Inan, also like before... The shell disappeared, and within, something horrible rumbled and emerged, far larger than it had any right to be. "You know as...

"AAAGH!" Diyem staggered back from that one, snarling. Even after his ritual had been complete, they'd found a way to break through. He shouldn't have left much to chance, but of course Astrid would find a way through. Her airheaded, Radiance-scrambled mind must have been tuned to finding the...

The strikes took away Diyem's protective shell with ease, but the moment it broke through his barrier, rather than see Diyem himself, there was something else that got in the way. Something that had been hidden behind that barrier. A flash of someone all too familiar. Smaller, though. A...

"An amazing display of power!" Incineroar cried. "Diyem looks like he took a real hefty blow from that one, but it seems like his vitality is only down by a third despite that! Amazing!" "Nrgh..." Diyem snarled, glaring at Astrid in particular, and then at all of them trying to endure against...

Electricity snapped through the air upon impact and Diyem parried the rest of Brisa's followup with a grunt. "Hmph!" he shook off the crackle and folded his wings back. "That will be the best strike you land." Conjuring a haze of darkness, he glided toward Brisa with his warhammer held high...

"It's finally happened, the match so many have been speculating about for so long!" Incineroar announced, waving his arms about theatrically. "Team Spectrum versus their dark leader, the powerful and reformed Dark Matter of another world!" Diyem huffed, arms crossed, as Incineroar hyped them...

Silver shook his head. "Nah." He glanced at Dialga, then Palkia. "They worked something out. Thanks to this world being so disjoint from ours, we can safely... go home." The arena was cleared out; it was a chaotic fight, one with strange outcomes, but in the end, the audience saw it as yet...

Dialga chuckled. "Nothing to worry yourself over," he said. "The important thing is that he won't be a problem anymore." Palkia whistled and wandered off, carving a portal in the air to leave before anyone else could question him. "...Oh, that reminds me," Dialga hummed, "we still need to get...

"You certainly did," Joule said cheerily, his voice back to normal as he set her on the ground. They were still in the arena. "Starr, that was... incredibly reckless," Maple chided, "But... at least we suspected something like that was coming. Didn't we?" She glanced behind her, where Dialga...

"Oh, are you trying to chase me?" Giovanni asked with a wicked grin. "How cute that you stand a--" And then, briefly, he looked alarmed. He had tried to perform a few cutting words to knock Starr down a few pegs, but for that brief, fleeting moment, his usual flaw returned to...