Misty coughed loudly which caused Doom to turn his attention back to her. “Hello? We are in the middle of a match here! It isn’t the time for you to be chastising your Pokemon! How utterly rude.” Misty folded her arms under her chest and glared at Doom.
Doom stared into Misty and the woman thought she could feel her very soul squirm under his gaze. “Doom does what he wants when Doom wishes to do it. Doom wanted a Pokemon battle. It was done. Doom wanted to show his Pokemon the proper way to conduct itself. Notice that too was done, little girl.” Doom paused to chuckle darkly. “However Doom understands how the folly of youth can make one impatient. Very well then, we can continue our match.”
Misty blushed. She wasn’t used to being talked down to like that. She liked it. Putting her affection for the man in front of her aside she turned to Blastoise. “Destroy him, Blastoise!”
Blastoise blurred out of sight just as Doom turned towards Slowbro. Doom said nothing.
A moment later Blastoise was covered in a psychic aura as Slowbro held both of its paws out in front of him.
Misty’s jaw was slack in shock. She had never seen a Slowbro display this level of psychic power.
“Surprised little girl?” Doom asked. He didn’t wait for an answer. “I suppose it is only natural for a trainer of your level to not comprehend the magnificence of Doom’s glory. Allow Doom to put it into words even you will understand."
And explain he would.
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