>>46638761Imbecile that you are, thinking the path of The King one paved in sheer force. Shows what raising a half-meathead mon will do to a trainer. Think about what you're saying, the ridiculous assumption that accruing enough "power" will be reason for other Dark Trainers to give up the fight and lay at your feet.
Perhaps if you were dealing purely with fightards or psychicucks, for the meatheads will bow their heads to their elders and the psynerds care little about the world beyond themselves. DarkCHADS function differently than either, as you should have known. Our power stems from our inner brutality, our seething hatred and emotional turmoil that frightens most but only serves to drive us. We would rather die than be held under the boot of a fool as big as you.
My Zoroark disguises itself as one of your servants, and slays you at close range. Alternatively, it shifts the scenery around you as you traverse through the forest, and leads you to an ambush.
My Morpeko burrows underneath your lair, out of sight, and emits bursts of Electric Terrain for days, depriving you of sleep. You are driven insane by the lack of rest.
Spiritomb creeps through your walls, silent and ephereal, utilizing its Pressure to slowly and meticulously sap away at you and your pokemon's strength. Get rid of it, and the swift Weavile takes its place, accompanied by my Absol, its Super Luck decreasing the chances of you ever finding it.
Hordes of Incineroar climbing at your walls, propelling themselves off with a Parting Shot and enfeebling you further. Bursts of Embargo cripple you brutally, leaving you at the mercy of any who'd take a Bite out of you.
Dead, dead, dead and dead. Do not confuse yourself for an immortal, strong as your Pokemon may be. There are a thousand ways for the competent Dark Trainer to dispose of an arrogant idiot.
Knowing all this, do you still insist on calling yourself King?
