I'll be honest: it's not normal for any Pokemon to stand toe-to-toe against Legendary Pokemon. Some could vapourise you with a thought alone. So, were we really in the throne of a god and living to tell the tale? It's an unbelievable tale for sure, but I doubt anyone will be able to match it in time. Maybe we just had a Legendary following us. Maybe we were Legendary.

Kyreum was an unrelenting beast, jacked up on whatever he was running on (ice, adrenaline, maybe even shadow formula). Yet, for every sharpened gust, pointed icicle or discoloured patch of reality, we would fight back and chip at his strength. Beams of light and thoughts were enough to make him blink, stumbling and incoherently stammering curses. There was a brief pause in the fight to take respite in, Reshiram's shield standing up for a bit longer without steaming us to death.

Frankly, I was delighted, with my eye 'smirking' under a ragged breath. Yes, we took hard hits. Yes, we returned pain with extreme prejudice. Yes, we turned on each other at the worst possible moment...

I am not kidding. When my eye jolted away from Kyreum and to Anthony, I thought Kyreum got lucky with a stray icicle and split his helmet open. Shock distracted me at first, seeing the ominous chunks of ice scattered around where Anthony was. Was he pancaked? Is he right behind an ice shard? Why was it floating for a split-second?

My smirk disappeared, eye sprung wide open and horrified. "Wha... what?! Someone shove those off him!" I desperately called, almost shrilling from the quick command. It took a bit to connect the words together too, realising Josh had... for some forsaken reason, bashed Anthony's head in. With his mind. "J-Josh! What did you do that for?!" Sparks instinctively flew from my magnet as I floated in-between Anthony and Josh, immediately demanding an answer and trying to get a voice over the thundering howls of the blizzard. It seemed like Kyreum was gonna back at it again, but I wasn't sure if Josh had gone insane or...