[Josh]
   A loud crashing sound came from the other room, followed by the sound of rushing water. Moments later, Anthony emerged, Pecha Berry in hand. "Ah! Thank you, Anthony." Josh said. By now, Reshiram had pulled himself free. Josh was keeping an eye on him, but couldn't quite tell whether or not he'd been poisoned.

   With Reshiram on the field, the Ice-types guarding Kyurem's domain were toast. All that stood in their way now was Kyurem himself. Despite the brave face he was putting on, Josh was terrified. They won the battle against Reshiram through luck alone, and though they had a Legendary of their own this time, he had a feeling that this would be just as difficult.

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[Dexter]
   Despite all of their efforts, the Guildmaster simply healed up, and they were back to square one. With a string of profanity that put Dexter to shame, Nina lunged forwards. In a rage, she began stabbing the Guildmaster over and over again with her poison barbs. "For fuck's sake Nina, calm your ass down!" Dexter called out, but she wouldn't listen. The Guildmaster used Hyper Voice again, hitting Nina the hardest because of how close she was.

   Trying to ignore the ringing in his ears, Dexter rushed back towards his fallen comrade. She'd been completely knocked out, but luckily, she was still breathing. "Oh, you're gonna regret that one, motherfucker!" He growled, turning back towards the Guildmaster. Curling up for another Flame Wheel, Dexter sped across the room towards him, trying to hit him with enough force to knock him back into the bookshelf. Maybe if they were lucky, it would fall on top of him.

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[Donovan]
   [i]"Ahaha... You can't be serious, right? You, taking on my champions? Not a chance, small fry. I can't let some kid into the arena. That's a lawsuit waiting to happen!"[/i]

   Even days later, the Lurantis' words still echoed though Donovan's head. Those words that filled him with unending rage. He charged through the forest, leaving a path of trampled shrubs and snapped branches in his wake. Once he saw something moving out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly stopped. It was a Weedle, one of the wild inhabitants of the forest. Before the poor thing could react, Donovan ran forward, slamming into it with his head. Startled, the Weedle tried to use Poison Sting, only for it to bounce harmlessly off of the Aron's armour. "Nyaaaaaaaagh!" Letting out a war cry, Donovan charged at the Weedle again, this time pinning it to a tree and knocking it out.

   He wasn't done yet. No, not until every single Pokemon in this forest felt his wrath. Hearing something nearby, he quickly charged towards the source; A flock of Fletchlings that flew out of Donovan's reach before he could get to them. As he looked up at them, he remembered something he'd seen in the arena. One of his favorite fighters, Juggernaut the Conkeldurr, knocked a Flygon from the sky with his signature move, the Titanic Lunge. It was just what Donovan needed! "If you won't come down and fight, then I'll just use my TITANIC LUNGE!" He was expecting to launch himself into the air and slam each and every Fletchling into the ground, but unfortunately for him, that didn't happen. Instead, he made it about a foot off the ground, before dropping right back down, landing on his face. "Ow..." He stumbled back onto his feet, still a little bit shaken.

   The flock of bird Pokemon had lost interest at this point and started to fly away, but Donovan chased after them. "Get back here! Fight with honour!" He shouted, but they were long gone by then. Searching for a new Pokemon to challenge he saw two off in the distance near a river. It looked like a Salandit and a Gible. While any normal Pokemon would immediately be able to tell that these two weren't wild, Donovan hadn't realized this quite yet. "Nyaaaaaaaagh!" Letting out his signature war cry yet again, he charged towards the duo. Going for the Salandit first, he dug some dirt out of the ground, and used Mud Slap.