Doctor Doom took his arm away from his face and narrowed his eyes to see through the now fading light.
The snowstorm that Articuno had been generating was now gone and the air was still. There was no movement in the space between Richards and Doom as the light faded and both Pokemon were on the ground.
Articuno, the mighty ice bird of legend, seemed to take exception with being grounded. It began to stir and after a moment it flapped its mighty wings once. Twice. After a few flaps it hovered a several feet off the ground with great effort and cried out in agony. It had several gashes in its skin and was bleeding profusely onto the ground below.
Doom sneered. The Pokemon would get itself killed if it insisted on trying to battle in that condition. Not that Doom minded, if the creature wished to get itself killed he could always mount its head on his wall right next to Reed Richards’s.
Doom looked for Thor and found him on the ground. The electric Pokemon was knocked out cold and twitched every so often as electrical discharges made their way out of its body. It had given everything for Doom.
Not enough for Doom.
Doom was annoyed that Thor couldn’t quite finish the job but supposed he wouldn't have to kill Thor for his failure. With so little training Thor had managed to bring a legend to its knees. It had brought doom upon Articuno, and teaching doom to fellow Pokemon was all his Pokemon were good for after all.
Richards wore a stunned expression on his face. He couldn’t believe that the powerful Pokemon he had “befriended” had lost to such a runt. It had taken him hours to navigate that godforsaken cave and calibrate the mind control nanomachines to its brain waves in order to get it to obey him perfectly. No matter, he could play Victor’s game if that is how Victor wanted it.
“Good job, Victor. You have managed to defeat Articuno. However, this battle is not over yet. You have only defeated the tip of the iceberg!”
"I am going to torture for an extra five minutes before I dispose of you just for that pun alone, Richards."
“I don’t know what you are talking about, Victor,” Richards replied as he recalled Articuno to its Pokeball.
Doom did the same with Thor.
The two rivals glanced down at each of their own belts at the same time. Doom still had four Pokeballs on his belt. Richards had one. Doom picked a Pokeball from his belt at the same time that Richards picked his last.
“Go, Zapdos!”
“Go, Logan!”
Zapdos shot out of its Pokeball with a cry while Logan calmly hovered next to his master glaring at the yellow Pokemon he was to do battle with.
“Logan,” Doom said.
The Beedrill turned its head to look at its master. It was awaiting orders.
“Kill.”
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Sir Chris
"I bet MWC is pissed the packers won, now he can't blame the refs for making the steelers win." - DPOblivion