Alliniere
Pro-Noun
Just as the last hero fell, Former's car pulled up. He walked through the bodies with suprising calm. He felt at home amoung the death and destruction. A cruel smirk across his face, he walked towards the Gallade-man.
"Ah, wonderful. It has been far too long. The power of Raikou. It took me far too long to obtain this the first time." Former touched the suit, and as he did, a bolt of lighting struck where he stood. With a blinding flash, Thunderstrike arose again. No need for a mask, Former showed his face. A skin-tight yellow suit showed off his perfect body. With metal beads for decoration, and smoke trailing behind him, Former was indeed the image of a god. His eyes began to spark, and he laughed, a soft, mocking laugh.
"Yes. Yes. The power is mine again. How about a quick demonstration of my power? To remind the world who I am?" Former raised his hand.
Buzzsaw awoke. His entire body ached. But something told him he had to move. With no small effort, he pulled himself to his feet, and returned Scyther to his Pokeball.
"Got...to..move". Buzzsaw managed to get to the doorway, just in time to see Former raise his hand.
"No. No! NO!" There was a crack, that sounded through the air, as if reality was bending behind the force of the attack, and with another blinding Thunder attack, the entire police station was reduced to rubble.
Buzzsaw, just inches away from his death. Blood trickling down his face.
"Former! You monster!"
"What is this? I know you. You were there when I was defeated. You...You exposed me. I must thank you. Now, I can act in the open, which is much more...interesting, I much say. Well, I should properly reward you. I would say sending you to the grave should just about make us even." Former raised his hand, and laughed that soft laugh again.
"Goodbye, Hero."
"Ah, wonderful. It has been far too long. The power of Raikou. It took me far too long to obtain this the first time." Former touched the suit, and as he did, a bolt of lighting struck where he stood. With a blinding flash, Thunderstrike arose again. No need for a mask, Former showed his face. A skin-tight yellow suit showed off his perfect body. With metal beads for decoration, and smoke trailing behind him, Former was indeed the image of a god. His eyes began to spark, and he laughed, a soft, mocking laugh.
"Yes. Yes. The power is mine again. How about a quick demonstration of my power? To remind the world who I am?" Former raised his hand.
Buzzsaw awoke. His entire body ached. But something told him he had to move. With no small effort, he pulled himself to his feet, and returned Scyther to his Pokeball.
"Got...to..move". Buzzsaw managed to get to the doorway, just in time to see Former raise his hand.
"No. No! NO!" There was a crack, that sounded through the air, as if reality was bending behind the force of the attack, and with another blinding Thunder attack, the entire police station was reduced to rubble.
Buzzsaw, just inches away from his death. Blood trickling down his face.
"Former! You monster!"
"What is this? I know you. You were there when I was defeated. You...You exposed me. I must thank you. Now, I can act in the open, which is much more...interesting, I much say. Well, I should properly reward you. I would say sending you to the grave should just about make us even." Former raised his hand, and laughed that soft laugh again.
"Goodbye, Hero."