| Rio POV |
I am the flame that scorched the heavens.I am the wrath that split the battlefield.I am the hand of judgment loosed upon the wicked.
My arrow—a lance of divine flame, born of fury and sacred rage—pierced the air like destiny itself. I could feel it. The moment it left my bow, it knew its target. There was no escaping. No surviving. That overgrown sand-brute Tyranitar was already a fossil in waiting.
I didn't need to see the impact. I felt the truth in my bones. My moment. My triumph. My—
My fur stood on end. Anticipation screamed. A shiver carved down my spine like a guillotine.
I leapt, instincts cracking faster than thought, twisting mid-air as something—something huge and molten with fury—grazed past my ear. A tail? No—a rock? A blast?
No time to think. Only move. I rolled, skidded, barely caught my breath.
I barely ducked under another Hyper Beam she managed to charge up within the smoke.
"HEY! That's not fair! There's a two turn cooldown on that move!"
A growl answers me as the titan walks out of the scattered rubble and black smoke, although she somehow managed to tank Apollo's wrath itself, she looked very exhausted, and angry, very angry...
"A third one?!—"
I bolted sideways, dirt exploding beneath my feet as a searing beam obliterated the spot I'd just occupied. The ground behind me screamed in protest—stone turned to glass, heat waves warping the air. My aura pulsed, flickering like a heartbeat on the edge of panic.
"Okay. Okay! You made your point!" I yelled, ducking behind a shattered boulder that immediately disintegrated under the pressure of her next shot.
What the hell was she running on?! Adrenaline? Spite? Legendary-grade protein powder?
No matter how tired she looked, no matter how much smoke curled from her scales, Tyranitar was still standing—and worse, she was still shooting. Each beam wasn't just an attack—it was a message.
"I'm not done."
Neither was I.
I clenched my paws, cursed energy still flickering at my fingertips. My heart thundered in my ears—part fear, part excitement. If she wanted a third round…
"Then bring it, you granite-plated nightmare," I muttered.
My legs tensed.
I bolted toward a stretch of shattered debris, trying to break her line of sight and get back into the rhythm—the same tempo I had before she tail-slapped me to Narnia. But of course, it wasn't that easy. Of course it's never that easy!
I barely had time to reinforce my body with cursed energy and aura before the ground lurched. Another tremor cracked through the battlefield—an encore of that delightful Magnitude massage from earlier.
Ah yes. Trauma-induced technique mastery.Thanks, Daddy Sukuna.
The ground snapped beneath my feet.
I didn't leap—I flew backwards, a ragdoll caught in the tantrum of an angry earth god. I tumbled, bounced, skidded across the dirt like a discount Beyblade. My shoulder screamed. My ego screamed louder.
I groaned, staring up at the fractured sky.
"…Okay. Maybe—maybe—challenging a rock goddess in her own personal sandbox was a tad ambitious."
Another boulder slammed down nearby like punctuation. I winced.
Time to stop monologuing and start surviving.
So children, what did we learn? That's right, earthquakes can't reach you if you're in the sky!
I grin, thrusting my paws upward and launched several orbs of cursed energy into the sky, my newly made technique barely holding on with prayers and flex tape. They sparkled like miniature suns, floating around the battlefield in a lazy, ominous arc. Fuck your stealth rock, I have my own terrain setters!
"Alright, Miss Seismic Mood Swings," I muttered, bracing myself behind a chunk of half-melted rubble, "let's dance."
She squinted at the orbs, wary—good. That meant her walnut-sized brain still had some survival instinct rattling around. One claw rose, slow and deliberate, swatting at the nearest sphere like a kid popping a balloon trying to push it away from her.
Clap.
Too late.
I appeared behind her in a flash of cursed energy and bad intentions, paw cocked back like the fist of a vengeful god.
"Special delivery—one divine migraine, express shipping!"
WHAM.
My knuckles met the back of her skull with a satisfying crack, like striking a temple bell with a vengeance. The shockwave rippled out, scattering dust, loose rocks, and what little dignity she had left.
Tyranitar stumbled forward, snarling in confusion, like someone just changed the channel in her brain without warning.
And me?
I vanished again—CLAP—this time to her side, fist already coming in hot.
"Welcome to the Boogie Woogie Express, population: your face!"
A true Jujutsu beatdown combo. No pauses. No mercy. Just pure, unfiltered 4x super-effective violence.
Bullet Punch—to the jaw.
Feint—into her gut.
Iron Tail—across the face for flair.
I wasn't just fighting—I was composing a symphony of pain, each note landing like a drumbeat against that rocky hide. She staggered left, then right, struggling to track me. Poor thing. Probably forgot which way was up.
By the time she raised her arms to retaliate, I was already mid-spin—Cross Chop to the collarbone, a regular punch to the snout just to flex, and a dash of Detect to flex a little bit more because seriously, this move is broken—I blocked an entire Hyper Beam right at her mouth like an UNO skip card.
She roared—half fury, half confusion—her body tensing like an overloaded spring.
Her foot slammed down. The earth answered.
Oh no. Anyways,
"Not today, Seismic Susan!"
Before the shockwave cracked the dirt beneath me, I was airborne—CLAP—swapping places with one of the glowing orbs overhead, blinking across the sky like a cursed firefly on a vengeance spree.
I landed atop another orb mid-air, balancing like a smug little gremlin as the tremor passed uselessly below.
"Guess what, rock brain? Ground-type moves can't hit airborne targets. Try reading the manual next time, sweetheart!"
| May POV |
Rio is bullying that poor Tyranitar... I almost feel bad for her and Roxanne...
And speaking of the devil, Roxanne strolled up beside me, flopping down like she'd just run a marathon through a rockslide. She let out a dramatic sigh that sounded suspiciously like "I can't even." her eyes boring at me in silent annoyance
I raised an eyebrow. "What's up?"
She gave me a deadpan look. "That, is a mega Tyranitar, the peak of my trainer journey. and that yellow imp, is a Riolu, a possessed one, but a Riolu nonetheless, so, I ask, what the hell did you feed that guy?"
I couldn't help but chuckle. Roxanne, the tough Gym Leader, looking like she just wanted to binge-watch TV instead of dealing with a rampaging Riolu.
"Guess even Gym Leaders have bad days, huh?"
She nodded, eyes on the battlefield. "A bad day? This is possibly the worst, I checked that little guy, he should be barely one or two months old... And right now? I'm fed up. Might as well be a spectator."
"So, about your little Rocket problem?"
I groan in annoyance, "I doubt that that is 'little'. How did you even find that out by the way? Was it my dad?"
"Yep, called me worried about his little girl's safety." she says with a teasing grin.
"What safety? From your protection?" I say with a scoff
"I am an experienced gy—"
I silence her, pointing back to the arena, where Rio has started dragging Tyranitar by the tail and slamming her around the arena. "You and what Pokemon team?"
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Who would have known that things are much easier to do in three dimensions huh?
MC: Not everyone can fly, and even less have my ingenuity!
Sure... This is why I didn't go with the classic gamer system and add an int stat. Saved you from a whole bunch of embarasement.