Doctor Doom was both an efficient and scarily quick intellectual. So as the minds of the normal mortals fought to comprehend what had just gone on before their very eyes, Doom was hard at work erecting barriers using arcane magics to assure that none of them escaped unless Doom permitted it.
Teleport isn’t going to save them now!
When Doom spoke, he did so with the deposition of a king, his madness hidden far from the reach of the common muck he had surrounded himself with. “Welcome, one and all, to the grand seafaring coliseum of Doom!”
Everyone’s attention shifted from the dead body onto Doom. General consensus: this guy was crazy.
Maybe the consensus will change when they are all in pieces.
An attractive brunette-haired girl with two balls attached to her waist spoke up. “Coliseum of Doom? Is this some sort of Pokémon challenge?” She asked.
Doom smirked. “That is correct. For you see little girl Doom has suffered a great many insults, so Doom requires sacrifice. Like the useless corpse that is currently seeping blood beneath your shoes, Doom is going to kill every single one of you.”
Everyone stilled at that proclamation. Well, almost everyone. From the far end of the deck someone broke out into a laugh.
Doom’s eyes narrowed. It was becoming apparent that someone was not going to make it to the Pokémon battle phase of this impromptu execution.
It’s going to be awkward if Doom is the only one with blood-resistant cloth on.
A blonde haired teenager, no older than sixteen, stepped forward and ran a hand through his spiky hair. “Not a chance, you masked freak. I have honed my battle technique through countless battles and hardships! You won’t lay a hand on me or anyone else here. Go, Blaziken!
A large red Pokémon came out of a Pokeball and immediately roared at Doom. It appeared the Pokémon was just as foolish as its trainer.
“Doom sees now. You wish to employ fire in an attempt to save your pathetic life. Very well, Doom did say this was combat after all. Doom accepts your challenge of trial by fire.” Doom’s hands began to glow as a sinister red light consumed the deck.
The trainer gritted his teeth. He wasn’t impressed with a simple lightshow. Someone should have probably given him better definitions of the words “simple” and “lightshow”, but there is a high probability if someone went to fetch a dictionary they would return to a pile of cinders. “Blaziken! Flamethrower!” the trainer suddenly shouted.
Doom’s eyes glowed in ecstasy. This was going to be fun. Doom pushed both of his hands forward and unleashed his vast powers on the incoming Flamethrower. The flamethrower fizzled without protest and soon the Blaziken was penetrated by the red light for several seconds before it dissipated. Doom turned on his heel and walked away from Blaziken.
The Blaziken readied another Flamethrower before it was interrupted by itself exploding into a gigantic ball of flame, its severed limbs flying all about the desk as the trainers scurried to avoid the debris. Miraculously no one was harmed in the explosion because Doom’s barrier protected them from the initial blast.
mir•a•cle: Gift from a benevolent God; Doom playing with his food before he roasts it.
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Sir Chris
The Cult of Personality.