Granite Cave lay in the northern part of Dewford Island. Its interior was so dark that you could not see your hand in front of your face at any time of day.
Boom! A tremendous explosion rang out from deep inside the cave, sending the Zubat at the entrance scattering.
Hiss~ A wisp of smoke drifted from the cannon on Armarouge's arm as it calmly lowered its right hand.
Kimarō and Brendan exchanged a look, their faces pale and their bodies drenched in sweat.
Young Master Mao calmly stepped forward and surveyed the Aron and Lairon sprawled across the ground.
"That's it? And you thought you could fucking gang up on me?" Young Master Mao curled his lip.
"Lai~" The enormous Lairon leading the group trembled slightly. It tried to rise, only to collapse again.
Electivire charged forward, raised its hand like a blade, and delivered a Brick Break.
Thud! Lairon's eyes rolled back, and it finally stayed down.
"This Lairon's pretty tough." A six-pointed star flashed in Young Master Mao's eyes as his pay-to-win eyes quietly scanned it.
A streak of purple potential stood out amid all the blues and whites.
"Level 40. Almost ready to evolve. No wonder it's so fierce." Young Master Mao took out a Poké Ball and gently tapped it against the big fellow's head, drawing the Lairon inside.
He looked back...
Brendan: staring (●◡●)...
"If you want one, keep it here and battle it yourself. Like I said, you have to rely on yourself for everything." Young Master Mao rolled his eyes. The kid actually wants to scoop up my leftovers. With all these blues and whites lying around, you'll be crying when you take one home and can't raise it into anything!
"All right..." Brendan could only nod enviously as he watched Electivire