- Pronoun
- they or she
Matthias' fighting style was as evasive as ever – maybe more so – as he dodged and weaved like a dragonfly in flight.
"You think so?" he replied, sounding oddly exhilerated to be fighting, no defensive shame in his voice. "I'm still fighting for what I believe in – what I've always believed in! I'm still fighting for you, whether you accept that or not!"
He ducked another mauve arc from Valere's arm, and kicked out at the Gallade, seeking to unsteady him.
"Can you say the same, my knight?" he goaded. "Are you still fighting for a end you believe in – that you believe is possible to achieve?"
One that hadn't been possible when the two of them fought by each other's side.
The Greninja faced the incoming barrage of sandstone and dust from the nearby Rhydon and – in a whirl of contortionist acrobatics – he leapt from one rock to another, through the hurtling projectiles, and landed a stunning blow to a pressure point at Flint's neck. The hulking 'mon folded like damp cardboard.
"Or are you resigned to fail with your principles intact?"
Matthias pointed one arm at Valere, as if reaching out for him levelling an accusation at him.
And then, starting from his fingertip, the Greninja was wreathed in the otherworldly, coruscating light of evolution. His body altered, his limbs grew blades to match Valere's, and his head sprouted a proud helm-crest not so different than a Gallade's.
"This is the proof of my devotion," declared Matthias, breathlessly. "Match it with your own, if you can."
"You think so?" he replied, sounding oddly exhilerated to be fighting, no defensive shame in his voice. "I'm still fighting for what I believe in – what I've always believed in! I'm still fighting for you, whether you accept that or not!"
He ducked another mauve arc from Valere's arm, and kicked out at the Gallade, seeking to unsteady him.
"Can you say the same, my knight?" he goaded. "Are you still fighting for a end you believe in – that you believe is possible to achieve?"
One that hadn't been possible when the two of them fought by each other's side.
The Greninja faced the incoming barrage of sandstone and dust from the nearby Rhydon and – in a whirl of contortionist acrobatics – he leapt from one rock to another, through the hurtling projectiles, and landed a stunning blow to a pressure point at Flint's neck. The hulking 'mon folded like damp cardboard.
"Or are you resigned to fail with your principles intact?"
Matthias pointed one arm at Valere, as if reaching out for him levelling an accusation at him.
And then, starting from his fingertip, the Greninja was wreathed in the otherworldly, coruscating light of evolution. His body altered, his limbs grew blades to match Valere's, and his head sprouted a proud helm-crest not so different than a Gallade's.
Matthias gained +2 innate Atk, Mag, and Spd!
Matthias transformed--?
"This is the proof of my devotion," declared Matthias, breathlessly. "Match it with your own, if you can."
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