M. Q. 8 Part 2 - 23: The punishing menace

Meanwhile, the strike force had to come to a full stop after seeing the gates covered in a Punishing Virus cloud. Knowing that anything that could come into contact with, whether it was a machine or a biological entity, it would be a guaranteed infection, plus the Null Field devices still active in the chamber, they couldn’t move any further than where they were. That didn’t stop the frustration of some of the members.

“COWARDS! ALL YOU CAN DO IS HIDING IN YOUR PRECIOUS DEMONIC VIRUS WHEN YOU GET YOUR ARMS RIPPED!?” Joseph was thoroughly pissed, and he was still in his titan form, using it to bang the walls that were thick enough.

“Hellscale, stop! You won’t break the walls at this rate!” Ruby tried to reason with him.

“M-Maybe can you, u-um… lower the v-volume?” Vets asked, still keeping his distance with his niece to not get turned into his mocking title, bacon bird, without any of his powers to restrain the salamence.

“She’s right, sack of scales” Amy flew atop of the dragon’s head to land on it. “We’re all infuriated by this, but they closed the damn place tight with good resources”

The other legendaries didn’t dare to talk to not get in the titan’s bad mood. Without their powers, Joseph was the current apex predator and could easily flatten anyone that dared to make him “obey decrees”, because he was the one doing one of his own: stay silent and you’ll live. Resist and I’ll crunch your bones.

But for the other members of the group that were used to the kyojin salamence, most were also sharing his anger and everything they did was not enough to get to the reactor, the only thing to send the fortress tumbling down to its grave in Lahgenias. However they reasoned to him by pulling back, the lahgenian group would have a clear way towards the top of the citadel.

Taking the time they had, and some measures to keep the chamber “in the dark”, the company reorganized to ascertain their condition. So far, they’ve suffer twenty three casualties in total, with ten considered dead and the rest wounded. From those gone, six were undead, three were iron hybrid mark twos and one clone of the biological fusions.

That didn’t exactly sit well with Vets, as he was used to reviving people not long ago as a habit of sorts. Seeing he could do nothing but to accept their demise with nothing in his wings to revert the situation gave him a bad taste. Ruby tried to confort him and both Craig and Adelbert reminded the legendary that it was their choice to accept the risk if that meant the Pact and Federation got what they deserved. The decidueye told him that if we wanted to thank them for what they did, he should arrange a meeting with Grim and the rest was up to the yveltal. It wasn’t the greatest of plans, but it was the one that could put his soul at ease.

Meanwhile, Kai was being checked by Eva and Brandon after the adrenaline of the evolution, and the fight, subsided. Thanks to the energy boost from Noh-Croz, the delphox’s body remained fully operational with no signs of tiredness or strain that generally accompanied those events, not to mention the battler armor was still handling the surplus to not require to be sent to the center of the formation.

But as he took his helmet out and went to check the situation of the strike force once his own passed, the treatment he began to receive was different than before. Many of the freed clones, zombies and robots saw the delphox with reverence, the one that kept the together while their world fell apart. For those like Aro, Amy, Zack and Valerian, the fire fox fitted more with the “khan” air that some were noticing, making his presence known. And from the point of the legendaries, unlike those that they met before, he became a symbol of leadership, as making work a mishmash group of pokemon of all classifications was an insane task, even for them, and someone that deserved respect, as instead of being in the rear or taking as little risk as possible, he was kicking the enemy’s collective ass in the middle of their formations while they were at their lowest and trying to adapt to a rapidly changing battlefield.

Seeing that area was more or less in control, Kai gathered the main heads of the company plus the legendaries to discuss their next steps. With their way to the reactor closed off and any alternative path probably filled with the other pactist and federal forces that weren’t allocated for the sector they were in, the only remaining option was for Hackercat’s virus to get an opening to wrestle control of the network from the Punishing Virus and force a self-destruct sequence on its own.

“What I don’t understand is… why going the extra length to prevent us from getting in if this was going to be the result?” Riela wondered. “Why not lock the reactor down before we were at stone-throw distance?”

“Perhaps they were playing with us?” Noh-Croz believed. “It was simple to see them enjoying our collective misery”

“I don’t think it’s merely to toy with us” Nova rubbed her muzzle. “They had ample opportunities to keep us out or bottle us in by leading us in the wrong direction. Why, despite of knowing the shortest route to the reactor, did they only placed two chokepoints instead of making us worm our way in?”

“It does make sense” Valerian nodded. “It’s like they were expecting us to get in instead of delaying us”

“Well, part of it was because we took advantage of the damage caused by the ion cannon as well as the advanced equipment to make our work easier” Aro crossed his arms. “But Nova does have a point. They didn’t force us to make long detours and merely fortified a few chokepoints along the predicted path”

“It’s like they didn’t need to delay us too much” Zack frowned.

“B-But for what? W-Why hold us back in s-such a short time w-when the lahgenian group is going a-against the… scientist?” for Vets, something wasn’t adding up.

There was no possible explanation as to the actions of Mewthree and the Arbok squad if they were not planning to evacuate, at least at first glance. As they were trying to guess the reason, Amy’s eyes suddenly widened up as she remembered something. In all of their skirmishes, the Father never make act of appearance in the sense of taunting them from his chambers. Only the green mewtwo was filling that role.

From what little they knew about the dark crobat, gloating his successes, creations and advantages was part of who he was. It made little sense that he would remain awfully quiet, no matter how much Mewthree tried to convince him to keep his mouth shut. The only way to keep him offline is… the lopunny got hit with a sudden realization. Her body tensed up as she connected the dots together and unraveled the reason of why the Pact and Federation were acting in the way they did.

“Sam, Vets, Croz… Get your asses back to the lahgenian group on the double” she stared at them agitated.

“Hold on, why are you…” the necrozma looked a little confused.

“The Father is not in the fortress!” Amy shouted. “Mewthree is the one in control!”

“What!?” Rosie found a little hard to believe. “That guy is a shut-in! He’s not going to leave is home just like that!”

“Rosie, think! Who’s the other group that can change how things are supposed to be!?”

Zack took a moment to process what she meant. When he did, he also understood the urgency. “He kept us busy here so the lahgenians would reach him without being warned. They have no idea that Mewthree has orchestrated a trap to lure them in and that he moved the scientist elsewhere”

“Can we be certain about it?” Tid tensed up.

“It’s Mewthree we’re talking about” Cordelia was certain of Amy’s assessment. “He has the resources, connections and persuasion to keep his… stepdad temporarily away if it’s part of his overall strategy”

“B-But we can’t b-beat him with conventional m-means if he’s t-there” the yveltal argued, for the first time fearing for his sister’s safety.

“Then don’t. Tell everyone to evacuate” Kai ordered. ”We’ll see if Palgius can make some people jump into his realm before Mewthree shows everyone that green is the new purple”

“But… what about all of you?” Zamazenta asked.

“We’ll make our way back and rendezvous with those that couldn’t be evacuated on time. Katrina might be able to do the magical teleportation regardless of Null Field activity to send everyone away from the fortress towards the staging area” the delphox explained.

“I’ll need a good amount of energy for that when that happens” the espeon warned.

“Croz, can you do a little more sharing?” Riela asked.

The legendary nodded. There was no hint of superiority or thinking as it had before. It took the threat seriously to work as part of the company rather than solving the problem itself.

“Then let’s send you back before they reach the main chamber” Aro stated.

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A few minutes later, the three legendaries crossed the modified portal, arriving near Xerneas’ position, still with the objective of keeping the lahgenain forces away from the trap that they were about to get into. Vets immediately asked his sister, mustering as much control of his speech as possible to lower the amount of stuttering, to tell him how close they were from the main chamber of the Father, as the location they were with the wolves and sons prevented them to open any channel with Mewtwo and Drake.

“We’re almost there” the Elder Tree explained. “Zacian is trying to breach it”

“He can’t… he can’t do it” Zamazenta shocked her head. “If he opens that door…”

“What do you mean by that?” she titled her head.

“We n-need to pull back” the yveltal tried to inform. “T-The only one in that c-chamber is…”

He couldn’t finish the sentence as the sound of a gate opening up echoed through the corridor. Silence reigned supreme on the trio, knowing that the hellish part had just begun. With no way to contact their wolf and sons allies to alert them that they arrived late, they had only one more option that was discussed for such eventuality: hold Mewthree off for Palgius to act and make a fighting withdrawal for those that would be trapped in the fortress the moment the green mewtwo activated his demonic artifacts, throwing the lahgenian forces into disarray.

Noh-Croz had to be the one to inform Xerneas about the change of plan as quickly as it could, because Zacian ordered Zamazenta to be at his side and Vets was struggling to get the words out due to the urgency of the situation. Needless to say, the Elder Tree got the memo that they couldn’t allow their people to be like woolooes led to the slaughterhouse, but the pressure of dealing with the Father overcame any sense of caution for other unforeseen variables. In other words, they would have to be quicker to save as many as they could.

“Vets… just one last question… how are Ruby and Nova?” she asked almost whispering to him.

“D-Despite of everything M-Mewthree threw at us back t-there… t-they are fine” he assured her. “T-They’ll meet with us f-for the evacuation…” the yveltal went silent for a moment.

“… If we survive” the Elder Tree guessed. “Hah… just cover my back so I’ll cover yours… and we’ll both see their faces again”

With that in mind, the life and death pair joined the main laghenian group at the entrance of the Father’s chamber, with the two legendary canines taking the front as well as many other pokemon, Drake and Mewtwo included, and Noh-Croz staying at the rear. And in complete silence and anticipation, they walked forward.

Most of the chamber was surrounded in darkness and fairly emptier than it was supposed to look like. There were no signs of papers, personal experiments, machines or anything of the sort. For those like Miraidon, it was hard to say why the Father made those sudden changes and started to act a bit out of character, but the other four legendaries, unable to warn anyyone of the problem they were going to face, were trying the hardest to locate Mewthree by merely visual contact, the only mean to spot the green menace before he could act.

So far, there was no sign of him, his pactist forces or federal allies… just like the Father and the minions at his disposal. Everyone was expecting any sort of ambush or grand reveal with a show of force, but there was nothing to be alarmed of, at least not without actively looking for the hidden doors and fake roofs. That was until they spotted a lone big seat near the end of the chamber, facing the other side and seemingly not paying attention to the massive amount of intruders that got into.

Even from the back, everyone noticed that the seat was occupied and, just as each lahgenian pokemon had prepared, they took positions and waited for the showdown to occur. In a span of a few minutes, the typical hero speeches were issued against the Father, the list of crimes he had committed, that this was the end of the line as well as no possibility of escape and so on. Evonza in particular used her “royal attitude” to inform the dark crobat that, as queen, she would strike him down.

“Sorry, but the princess is in another castle” a voice that didn’t belong to the Father immediately replied… from the chair. For the four legendaries, as well as the two faction leaders, the sound was unmistakable. And, slowly and surely, the seat turned around to reveal something no one ever expected to happen. A copy of Mewtwo with green in almost everything he had, from his skin to his clothes, carrying a sizeable katana and his fingers ending up in claws was the one taking the place of the scientist. “But don’t worry. I’ll be your host for the day until he comes back”

The entire lahgenian strike force went into utter silence as the green mewtwo stood up. Many also say that the confidence of this… copy was on the same level of the one the Father had at first glance, only that this one felt far more calculating like he could predict everyone’s movements by simply staring.

“What is the meaning of this? Who are you?” Zacian demanded to know.

The green mewtwo didn’t say anything for a bit as he walked without a care in the world. “I think I felt some bad odor in that direction. Too bad the ventilation is not working as intended today”

“Why you?!” the Broken Sword got immediately pissed, with Zamazenta desperately trying to hold him back.

Ignoring the legendary, the swrodsmon then laid his eyes on Mewtwo. “Ah… so you finally arrived… stepbrother. Took you long enough”

Mewtwo could feel the questioning stares and tension from all others, silently demanding an explanation of what he meant by that. Only Drake, Zamazenta, Xerneas, Noh-Croz and Vets knew what was going on, but that didn’t help the kid’s situation a lot.

Controlling his emotions as best able, the legendary fixed his eyes onto his ‘sibling’. “I was wondering if you were going to show up. Turns out you gave a helping hand to HIM, didn’t you?”

“You mean stepdad? Well, your primitive minions have a knack of causing trouble regardless of day or reason” the green mewtwo shrugged.

“Who do you call primitive, you insolent fool!?” Evonza snapped back.

“The bitch queen that licked her way to a position of influence” he shot back in the same uncaring tone. “Don’t say you’re not using manipulation and some boot-licking to get what you want. Or does anything that involves a certain… peace treaty is going to be fair? Because everyone should know you’ll never be honest. I can see it in your eyes that you want to screw the Resistance as much as possible regardless of the implications. I could use someone like you to destabilize other countries… with the right mindset, that is”

Now it was time for the eevee to get the shortest end of the stick. Unaddressed frictions, possible new damaging information and distrust still crept in to make apparent that the “united front” was still frail in some areas. Drake quickly understood that the green mewtwo managed to infiltrate the peace talks, or any of the elite federal forces, and took advantage of the queen’s intentions to settle the war to widen the rifts that still existed between factions.

Evonza, now truly pissed that she was ‘publicly denounced’, fixed her eyes intently on the ‘mewtwo wannabe’, ignoring everything else. “Now you’ve earned the right to be the first pokemon to be eliminated by my newest weapon!”

“Oh? So that’s what that contraption tied to someone that looks like you is all about?” the swordsmon pointed at it. “Did you ask the bacon bird to ‘borrow’ that power from him?”

“Enough!” Miraidon shouted and stared at the mewtwo. “Where is he?”

“You have to be more specific… darling” he smirked. “Or it was too much trauma for you to, I don’t know, believe there’s only one individual that can make things worse? Because that’s the impression I got from you in the lunar base”

The iron serpent’s eyes widened as to the implications that this mewtwo knew much more than anticipated, both present and future. Also… “That… that creature that attacked us? Was it…”

“From my masters. Pretty cool, huh?” the green mewtwo then sighed. “It’s funny, you know? My stepdad was always mixing pokemon to see what else he could come up with, but he never stepped beyond his boundaries to create actual new lifeforms. In a way, that’s quite the drawback for a deity such as him: being fixed in a thinking pattern instead of breaking the chains completely and rewrite the books by doing something that looks less like… you”

“That… thing almost killed us!”

“It was simply doing what is meant to be: remove the undesirable to make way for the chosen. You, as well as everyone here, are a cancer that must be expunged from the world and history records. You just happen to help creating these times. Or don’t tell me that you never got taught that moving chairs in the past alters timelines in unprecedented ways, do you?”

Once again, exacerbating short-sights and narrow views for “creating these new problems” increased the rift further, now with Miraidon being looked with suspicion and distrust. In that, the four aware legendaries plus Mewtwo and Drake saw that the green mewtwo, Mewthree, was using psychological warfare against them, using half-truths and convenient facts to do what the Father didn’t lately: make them kill each other thanks to their mutual hatred until they were too weak and drained in resources to fight back.

Knowing that they had to keep the green menace busy until either the wolves and sons arrived or Palgius began teleporting people away, Xerneas stepped forward to buy some time, as well as prevent the tensions to escalate any further than they already were.

“I suppose you hid your stepfather quite well” she stated as calmly as possible. “And the voices we heard were… what someone said to me before? Prerecorded? I should also assume that you had a plan of your own to be the one sitting there?”

“Sounds like a certain pack of wolves sharpened your mind… which is a big problem” the green mewtwo frowned. “Then again, you speak as if you have the means to fight back by yourself, which is quite the joke you have in these parts. Otherwise you would’ve unleashed your powers at the wave of you hooves in an instant”

“How about if you show the ‘friends’ you brought along with you so everyone knows who would threaten their lives?” the Elder Tree narrowed her eyes.

The swordsmon offered an eerie smile. “Oh, I’m already doing is. Why don’t you sit by and watch Lahgenias has its… first bug breach?”

With a snap of his fingers, he activated dozens upon dozens of floating screens, showing scenes of absolute chaos. Hordes of grotesque bug-like creatures that looked like their bug type pokemon counterparts… just far bigger and far more aggressive were attacking multiple parts of the continent simultaneously, overwhelming defenders and shredding anything that happens to be in the way.

Cries of help resounded through the chambers, hoping that someone, anyone, would come and rescue them, with the dark realization that no saviors would protect them this time as the attack was wider than the previous clone incursion and with apparently battle-tested creatures. Worse, their “heroes” were in the only place that could hear them, but were forced to make a difficult choice.

“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!?” Zacian’s rage was reaching critical levels.

“Me? Nothing in particular” the green mewtwo shrugged. “I’m just one operative, with many capable colleagues ensuring that if nothing is done in the next twelve hours or so, Lahgenias would be nothing but either a massive bug hive… or a graveyard”

“YOU… YOU’RE NOT GOING TO DESTROY LAHGENIAS!” the Broken Sword charged in with his sword ready to unleash the Behemoth Blade attack, with Zamazenta unable to stop him.

However, to the shock and awe of everyone, the green mewtwo stopped the legendary blade by merely raising his hand and coating it with a green mist, not causing any sort of damage upon impact. In the time that Zacian was realizing that his power did nothing to the copy of the one he hated, the swordsmon took the sword and raised both it and its handler until they were both above him.

“Good trick, Fido. You almost make me consider using Yamato to play with you” the green mewtwo smirked as Zacian was struggling to not fall off. “But you’re not worth the time to play with your broken stick, so how about if you do me a favor and learn to sit down like a good puppy?” he then launched him to the wall at high speed, causing the legendary to crash with it and then fall to the ground, causing everyone else to get more worried than before. “Such an untrained dog to not be able to follow basic commands, right?”

Everyone took defensive stances as a reaction, with some calling the green mewtwo a total freak and, surprisingly, someone way worse than his stepbrother in every metric. He simply ignored the commentaries and proposed a simple game as, out of nowhere, the minions of the Father began to form around him, no one knowing where the hell he pulled them from.

Announcing his name to all, he gave them two choices. One, since they still had time, he could “let them go and try to save what they could” with the caveat that the Father, anything he created and himself would be far gone if they attempted another attack. And two, keep looking for his stepdad, possibly get a victory over him, but return to the ashes of what would remain and deal with the “new realities on the ground”. If someone wanted to try the “divide and conquer” approach, he merely pointed at Zacian, only stating that the only consolation they had would be that they wouldn’t have to live with their mistakes.

In response to the warning, Evonza had her death weapon aimed to Mewthree, who didn’t even attempt to move away or prepare to do so. He simply stood there, waiting for the mutant eevee to be another lahgenian “Don Quixote”, tilting at windmills and pretending she was saving her kingdom.

“I believe you do not understand the predicament you are against me” she confidently stated. “I am the Queen of Lahgenias. And you are a mere ruffian that needs to be reminded of his place, as well as not underestimating the rest of us”

“Then please, show me” Mewthee extended his arms as a green mist enveloped him. “All that palace talk and you don’t act immediately? A dictator would be a far better choice of a ruler than a legendary-licking monarch that takes her sweet time in making things happen”

“Be silent, you insolent fool!” that did it for her. She was not going to allow him to survive.

However, those like Vets and Xerneas knew exactly what he was trying to do. Mewtwo tried to warn her, but just like Zacian, Evonza was not in the mood of listening. She charged the weapon thanks to one of her siblings acting as a battery of sorts, poured that energy into the death stone and fired at Mewthree, hoping to finally get rid of the insulting copy of the one she respected. And in the same fashion, she was proven how wrong she was for underestimating her opponent and his capabilities.

Defying all expectations, Mewthree took the hit, which caused him nothing to himself once the dust settled. Only that his green cloud was nowhere to be seen… for just a few seconds before it emerged. He then merely adjusted his “jacket”, checked his armed and shrugged a few times.

“H-How…” Evonza was at a loss that there was a creature that was completely immune to the weapon outside of some legendaries.

“Hmm… that weapon looks quite useful” the green mewtwo looked interested. “Since you don’t care about your family, you don’t have any problems if I take it away to be studied in a proper laboratory, do you?”

That was enough to bring the eevee back to reality. “You won’t take this!”

“Ah, usurper queen… since when did I ask for your opinion?”

Disappearing before everyone’s eyes for a fraction of a second, Mewthree crossed the distance between him and Evonza in a single leap, sending everyone flying towards the walls to meet up with Zacian, including the eevee, by being hit with the handle of his place in their faces. Soon after one of the bioweapons, Arctic Wake, grabbed the weapon system and brought it all the way to the rear before anyone could react.

“I think we’re about reaching the time limit” the green mewtwo looked around as the other bioweapons, as well as iron hybrids, formed up in a single battle line, showing that they feared him. “But since we still have a couple of minutes…” he signaled to Blustering Bolt to aim the weapon against Evonza. “Let’s see what this bad boy can do”

“Stop it!” Mewtwo shouted, stopped by the intense glare of his ‘sibling’.

“Ah, ah, ah, stepbrother” Mewthree moved his finger in negation. “Be a good boy and stay where you are, or else I’ll leave the Corrupted headless and legendless in a flash if you tell your pals to do the dirty work for you”

Some of the corrupted members could’ve turned to help, but the minions of the Father kept a tight control on who was moving anywhere, not to mention that a clone of Arctic Wake just showed up out of nowhere, acting far more vicious than its counterpart, better armored and with the equipment to cause some deadly problems if anyone dared to be the hero, knowing the exact result of such resistance.

With that part tied up for the moment, Mewthree waited for the weapon to charge after using his green mist to override some protocols left by a certain Doctor Servon, causing insufferable pain to the pokemon contained within the tank, something he enjoyed quite a lot, and fired at Evonza to “see the result” with a “normal mon”. For her fortune, while she screamed while the device was “killing her” as intended, he spotted a certain rainbow feather, the same the lopunny Amy had during their fight in the Antarctic, bringing back to life soon after. He wasn’t too bothered by it as he was still in the playing mode instead of massacring the lahgenian forces on the spot.

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It was then that Mewthree received telepathic contact from Minre. ‘All pieces are in place, Eli’

‘What about my stepdad?’ he asked.

‘A few minutes away from deployment’ the gardevoir informed. ‘He already synchronized with the heterocreature, so we can move to the next phase of the operation’

‘Then deploy our cruiser an initiate aerial bombardment’ the green mewtwo ordered. ‘I want no pests around when the shuttles carrying the information, the rebellious bioweapons and the new weapon depart towards it’

‘Understood. We’ll make way back to Base Delta Zero to secure the last packages out from the continent when the Grand Admiral arrives. Grant us as much time as you can’

That was something Mewthree could arrange. He immediately went into telepathic contact with Malice, telling that it was time to clear the fortress of the lahgenian plague that was infecting it, something the zoura was very eager to do. With that in mind, he stood before the Father’s minions, drawing Yamato out of its sheath and pointed it at the lahgenian group.

“Well, time is up for all of you” he announced. “Since I was asked to clean the house before the other host comes back, I’ll politely ask you to leave immediately and don’t come back if you don’t want to be part of the next biological weapons systems”

“And if we don’t?” Noh-Croz tensed up.

“I was hoping you would say that” the green mewtwo smirked and snapped his fingers again.

Just like with the wolves and sons before, he revealed his Dark Troopers. However, the key difference was that he had three models of them instead of the only one that could be deployed at the reactor on time. All of them were referred to as phases, with Phase 1 belonging to the light robots reasonably armed to maintain speed and maneuverability to stage ambushes, Phase 2 being a more general purpose frame with capabilities of mounting chainsaws and rocket pods on the shoulders, and Phase 3 that looked like literal tanks on legs with the amount of armor they carried, as well as the heavy weaponry at the arms which included autocannons, grenade launchers and flamethrowers.

To make things worse, proper tanks were deployed to show the lahgenian people how bad it was to be at the end of the barrel of a gun that was meant to chew through Zamazenta’s shield, as well as a massive four-legged machine similar to Iron Colossus, but carrying weapons facing every direction, no neck to expose any linkage and, terrifyingly enough, produce Phase 1 robots and deploy them from its belly. There were also other surprises he had in store, but he preferred not to reveal them anytime soon.

“Now, primitives, do you feel confident enough to face off against a real army instead of ragtag band of militias that you call warriors?” Mewthree mocked them. “And don’t even think about hacking them. They don’t work like you think”

There was only silence among the lahgenians… as well as fear.

“I’ll be generous this time and give you a head start of a few seconds” the green mewtwo shrugged. “See how far you can run before they hunt you down. It’ll be fun to watch”

“… You won’t get away with this” Xerneas was fuming.

“And yet I did” he chuckled as he raised his free hand. “Anyways… when you finally end up falling from the fortress… try to land on your feet”

Mewthree then snapped his fingers and a countdown activated, with now green fusion copies swarming in the chamber and more than willing to kill anything that was remotely alive, showing their hatred towards the lahgenians. The only thing that held them back was that the timer hadn’t reach zero, but they were clawing at the chance of getting some pokemon meat and metal for themselves. “Now… run”.