Capítulo 92: Chapter 92: Alakazam vs Arbok
I stood there, hands in my pockets, Alakazam by my side, its spoons twitching ever so slightly. The tension in the air was thicker than the poisonous fumes still clinging to its arm from earlier battles.
At the opposite end of the hall, Man stood like a shadow brought to life. His high-collared trench coat flared out with each small movement, obscuring the fine tools of sabotage he undoubtedly carried underneath. His Arbok slithered beside him, its hood flaring in rhythm with its unsettling hiss. The blackened fang insignia gleamed on Darius' coat, a cruel reminder of the man's ruthlessness.
"Calm Mind," I instructed, my voice even, betraying nothing.
Alakazam's eyes glowed, a faint purple aura enveloping it. It gathered its psychic energy, steadying its breath, pushing the poison back. But Darius wasn't the kind to let you breathe.
"Coil." His voice was cold, calculated.
Arbok tightened its muscular body, its coils hardening, readying itself for whatever was to come. Its eyes locked onto Alakazam's, and I could feel the creeping menace slithering through the air between us.
"𝘗𝘴𝘺𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘤𝘬," I ordered, cutting through the tension.
Alakazam's hand shot forward, releasing a wave of psychic energy that shimmered in the dim light. The rippling power slammed toward Arbok like a tidal wave.
"𝘎𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘦," Darius spat.
Arbok's eyes flashed, freezing Alakazam in place just as the 𝘗𝘴𝘺𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘤𝘬 connected. The paralysis hit hard, locking its limbs. The attack barely phased the snake, and Alakazam trembled, struggling to maintain control.
"𝘙𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳," I said, my voice sharp.
A faint shimmer rippled over Alakazam, mending some of the damage, but the paralysis clung to it, dragging its body down like lead weights. Darius's lips curled into a thin smirk.
"𝘛𝘰𝘹𝘪𝘤 𝘚𝘱𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴."
Arbok slithered forward, scattering a layer of glistening purple barbs across the battlefield. I glanced at the floor, assessing the danger. One misstep, and any of my Pokémon would be poisoned the moment they touched down.
"𝘗𝘴𝘺𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘤," I commanded, unwilling to waste another second.
Alakazam's eyes glowed with a burning intensity as it unleashed a surge of raw psychic force. The very air bent and warped under the pressure, tearing through the hallway like an invisible storm.
Darius didn't flinch. "𝘊𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘩."
Arbok lunged forward, teeth bared, dark energy crackling around its maw. It plowed through the psychic onslaught, its coiled body hardened from before. Its jaws clamped onto Alakazam's arm, a sickening crunch echoing through the hall.
Alakazam cried out, the dark energy bypassing its psychic defenses, but its eyes were still sharp, still focused.
"𝘛𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵," I snapped.
In a blink, Alakazam disappeared, reappearing behind Arbok with a flicker of psychic energy. The move left Arbok disoriented for a moment, but not long enough.
"𝘕𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘚𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘩," Darius hissed, his tone as cold as ever.
Arbok twisted with serpentine speed, its tail glowing with dark energy. The 𝘕𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘚𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘩 whipped through the air, aiming directly for Alakazam.
"𝘙𝘦𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵!" I countered.
A shimmering barrier appeared just before the attack hit, dulling the dark energy's impact. Alakazam still staggered back, but the 𝘙𝘦𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵 held strong, absorbing most of the blow.
"You can't hide behind that forever," Darius sneered, eyes gleaming with amusement.
I didn't need to hide. "𝘍𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘚𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵."
Alakazam's eyes glowed again, peering into the unseen dimensions of time, setting a trap that would hit when the moment was right. The energy hummed in the air, waiting to strike.
Darius wasn't deterred. His eyes flicked to Arbok, calculating the next move. "𝘎𝘶𝘯𝘬 𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘵."
Arbok reared back, a guttural hiss escaping its maw before it spat a massive glob of toxic sludge directly at Alakazam.
"𝘗𝘴𝘺𝘤𝘩𝘰 𝘊𝘶𝘵," I ordered, voice as steady as steel.
Alakazam's arm sliced through the air, creating a crescent-shaped blade of psychic energy. It met the sludge mid-flight, cleaving through it with precision. Toxic remnants splattered across the walls, neutralized before they could reach Alakazam.
And then the air crackled.
𝘍𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘚𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 struck like a thunderclap. The psychic attack tore through the fabric of time, slamming into Arbok from behind. Its screech of agony reverberated through the hallway as it writhed under the sheer force of the attack.
Darius' icy blue eyes flickered, but his voice remained calm. "𝘝𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘮 𝘋𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘩."
Even as Arbok staggered, it unleashed a dark cloud of venomous mist, filling the hallway. The mist coated Alakazam's psychic barriers, corroding them with relentless venom. 𝘙𝘦𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵 shimmered and cracked, Alakazam's mental defenses buckling under the toxic pressure.
One more hit. That's all I needed.
"𝘗𝘴𝘺𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘤, full power!" I commanded.
Alakazam's eyes blazed as it gathered every ounce of energy left, unleashing a final, colossal wave of psychic force. The air distorted, bending under the sheer magnitude of the attack as it ripped through the venomous fog and slammed into Arbok.
The serpent let out one final, ear-splitting hiss before its body hit the ground with a heavy thud. The silence that followed was deafening.
Darius's eyes hardened, a flicker of something—anger? Disgust?—crossing his features. He withdrew Arbok without a word, the pokéball snapping shut with a finality that echoed through the now-quiet hall.
"Impressive," he muttered, his voice cold and devoid of praise. He take out another Pokeball and throw it.
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