Marowak’s Trainer and her other Pokémon could only gaze on as Marowak’s body spasmed and twitched about on the wet and stony floor as the cruel reality of this death match started to truly set in for the younger Trainer. Meanwhile, the other Trainer could only cruelly laugh as her Weavile continued to enjoy itself by rubbing its foot against the Marowak’s limp body.
“Heh, don’t tell me the death of one pathetic Pokémon has you this shaken up. If you’re reacting this badly to just one death, you might as well allow me to just kill you and the rest of the Pokémon right now. You’ll have nothing to be scared of once you’re dead and nothing more than corpses to be played with.”
The younger Trainer barely heard her opponent’s taunting as she just nervously rubbed her feet together, unable to take her eyes off her dead Partner. All of the memories of she had with Marowak, all of the fun times they had together, all of the tough and brutal battles they had barely survived and even the quiet times where they were just with each other. All of that started rushing back as she started to realize that she’d never be able to experience anything with Marowak ever again. No longer would the Bone Keeper Pokémon be able to stand by her side, have fun alongside her and the rest of her Pokémon or battle. Now they were dead, in the most simplistic of terms just another dead Pokémon who had been killed by a superior opponent.
Seemingly done with rubbing its foot against Marowak’s body, the Weavile playfully pushed the Bone Keeper Pokémon’s body away. Marowak’s limp and twitching body rolled against the wet stone arena until it hit Raichu’s wet and huge feet, the Pokémon resting on its back with a hand on its belly. Its eyes were slightly rolled up and its tongue slightly poked out of its mouth and rested against Raichu’s pillowy sole with some of Marowak’s saliva dripping onto Raichu’s foot eliciting another devious yet slightly lustful chuckle from both the Weavile and their Trainer.
“Hehe, how cute. Guess it wanted at least a little taste before it died. Oh well, I know we’ll definitely be enjoying its feet once we drag all your bodies back as our trophies.”
“…I…I won’t allow that…”
“Hmm? You have to speak up, girl. You were so quiet there I almost thought you that was your last gasp of life…”
The younger trainer gritted her teeth, her sadness and grief quickly turning into an unbridled anger as her hand balled up into a fist as her soles almost seemed to sink into the ground.
“I said that I won’t allow that!” The younger Trainer now had a clear fire in her eyes as she stomped the ground so hard with her bare foot that it slightly cracked underneath her wet sole. “I’ll never allow someone as cruel as you, someone who doesn’t even respect their own Pokémon to win this battle! Let alone, take the life of another one of my beloved comrades!”
The woman’s Pokémon agreed, all of them nodding and crying along with each one being ready to avenge Marowak’s death. Her opponent just gave another chuckle, happily rubbing her foot against her ankle.
“Oh…such tough words from an upset little girl. I’m glad you all still have some fight with you and that the death of one pathetic and weak Pokémon didn’t completely break you. It would been much less fun to kill all of you after you’ve lost all your fight, killing you when you’re giving it you’re all is much more appealing. So go ahead, send out your next weak Pokémon. I’m quite sure Weavile will have fun ending its life as well.”
Weavile chuckled in agreement, the Sharp Claw Pokémon licking its claws as it waited for its next opponent to step up.
