- Pronoun
- they or she
"Wonderful," hissed Venus. She flung a spray of water at the Wayfarers in the dim red emergency lighting as she dived for Dakim's supine form and bit down on one of the spheres in his necklace – a wonder orb. An Escape Orb, it turned out, as the two admins winked out of view.
In the Security room, Ein's reached a shaking paw in his labcoat for another pair of high-tech shades, and pushed them carefully onto his face. An alarm blared as the shatterproof glass wall between Security and the Testing Centre slid open.
Ein smiled pitilessly, and stepped through, as the room began to fill with tainted Aura, the deep mauve-and-charcoal of Shadows.
From a few rooms away, the Wayfarers could hear muffled screams and bellows, as the admins changed.
"I won't let you speak another unwelcome word to me, boy," whispered Venus, the Shadow in her voice seeming to take Wes' brain in a tender grip, and twist. "Be silent, and think about what you have done."
She laughed with cruel delight as the Lycanroc collapsed, and slithered further on to come face to face with Bellatrix.
"Ah. The insufferable, smug, tasteless fox. Do me the most wonderful favour and just worship me, won't you?
Venus' scales gleamed in the darkness, and her body's coils scraped softly over the wet metal flooring. She loomed over Bellatrix – miserably elegant and chokingly beautiful. The Shadow energy made the room swim, weightless and colourless; all was nothing, nothing, nothing next to the mesmeric Milotic.
Dakim charged straight through to the hallway, pulled back a fist, and ruptured the steel wall to the generator room once again. He gripped it, pulled, and flung away a crumpled fistful of sheet metal and wiring as if he were discarding a crumpled paper note.
"I shall crush all who dare to humble me," he declared, the air around his face shimmering with heat distortion and crackling with Shadow energy. "Lie prostrate before Mighty Dakim, or die by my hand. I care not which."
Ein prowled into the lobby, where the wonder orb-induced sun still lit the room in an unpleasant, uncanny orange glow.
"You," said Ein, with icy contempt. "You have been a considerable nuisance since the moment you entered this place. You are now my first-priority target. How did I not see it before now...? Who are you, Grovyle? ...It hardly matters. I won't allow you to leave this facility with your life."
Behind his glasses, the Manectric's eyes were cold, calculating, and shot-through with Shadow. His attacks had the same aspect to them – merciless, exacting, and precise.
Seth stood his ground, even though his pinned ears and raised hackles spoke of just how scared he was of the admins.
"C'mon, big guy," he growled. "Let's do our usual, shall we?"
The Lycanroc darted and weaved and sidestepped and jabbed...
And then his eyes flashed gold.
"Been waitin' to try this... You guys think I can't kick this guy's ass? Just watch me."
The Darmanitan fell back once more, albeit only for the moment. Seth looked over his red bulk and pointed a pair of clawed digits at Wes, who was already beginning to pull himself to his feet.
"Don't let me make you look bad, Lycas!" he shouted. "C'mon, get on your goddamn feet! Let's tag-team this bastard!"
It was now or never to secure the victory...
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