From: Adrian Tymes (wingcat@pacbell.net) Subject: Re: [PW!] [SC] [FINAL] Smasher vs. Robert! An Extreme Finale! Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon Date: 2003-12-30 23:26:02 PST William Rendfeld wrote: > Alex sighed, hoping that she could trust her sister, while she turned to the > young woman who Smasher had called to and said, "Amber, right? You'd best stick > with Kitsu and Keaton." > > The young woman nodded, still a bit dumbstruck by the whole experience. > > Alex then turned to her recent mentor and asked, "Dee, could you teleport me > to my room in the Pokémon Center, then back to where Smasher was until a couple > minutes ago? There's something I got for Christmas that I think may help." [NS: The following was written with Weaver's permission.] By the time Dee and Alex return, the searchers were all gathered around the crater. Aerie had already returned to her normal form, and was trying to sit down, but Amber's vise-like grip on her shoulders kept her in the air. "What? WHAT DID YOU FIND?" Aerie studied the ground, answering softly, "...pieces. Bits of his equipment." She closed her eyes. "There is no body to find." "You mean...?" "I killed him." The silence did not last long. It was difficult to tell, at first, where the deep, gutteral growl was coming from, until it got a bit louder. When Amber's mouth opened again, it almost felt like she was uttering an Ice Beam. "Die." Had they been alone, Amber's rage might well have accomodated her desires. As it was, she only got five punches in before Kitsu stuck her sword between them. "Back awOOF!" A vicious elbow to the gut sent Kitsu flying away, although Amber snatched up the sword and began seriously tearing into Aerie. Fortunately, all the nicks and cuts healed as soon as the blade left Aerie's flesh, until Amber felt herself immobilized in a chunk of ice. "Stop," Doppler commanded, his voice just as cold as Amber's had been. That might have been the end of it until the Officer Jennies showed up, except that a couple moments later, Aerie and Amber teleported to the middle of the arena, sans ice. Dee blinked. "Aerie? Wh-" For better or for worse, the camera crew was quick to react. Several views of Aerie, prone on the ground beneath the embodiment of vengeance that was Amber, popped up on the various scoreboard displays. And several microphones echoed and amplified her whimpered plea, "Chop my head off and throw it in the water. Quickly. Please...kill me." Amber raised her hand to give Aerie what she wanted, then hesitated. Her quivering arm started to descend, then stopped a couple centimeters later. Once, twice...and then it dropped the blade altogether. Amber curled into a fetal position much as Aerie had earlier, crying, "Aaaadam...nooo..." That was when the others dogpiled Amber, and the camera crews finally heard their manager's order to stop filming for Mew's sake. TBC? [NS: There's more to it, but why don't we leave it there for the moment?]