>>18321380"LONG AGO...IN A DISTANT LAND, I, Hexcalibur, the shape-shifting great and legendary master of heroic heroism from the fifth generation..."
"--recited an UNSPEAKABLE tale! But a FOOLish Samurott FOOL wielding a magic scalchop stepped forth to oppose me!"
"--BEFORE THE FINAL FOOL WAS STRUCK, I tore open a FOOL in time, and flung him into the sixth generation where my evil is FOOL."
"--Now the FOOL seeks to return to the past and undo the heroic heroism that is the great and legendary Hexcalibur!"
With a head as tough as iron (perhaps because it /is/ iron), Hexcalibur dashes through the field in an attempt to reach Sylveon. Valerie is quick to send counters his way.
"Shadow Ball, Sylveon.~"
"Ne ne ne.~"
Before the training with Wikstrom, unSTABed Shadow Balls such as these would have been enough to take Hexcalibur down every notch in his arsenal. But after being taught the ways of the sixth generation and finally letting go of his tether with the past, the sword tanks through each and every glob of darkness, slicing each into two with his blades.
Valerie gasps, Sylveon turns to her with a worried face. An Iron Head doesn't go for Special Defense, it goes for physical Defense. This is a bad situation, and the furry knows it.
The mistress takes time to calculate her options, and she does this while balancing on her yoga ball.
"Hyper Voice!" she calls out.
"Sylv, sylv!"
>Sylveon's Pixilate>Pixilate turned Hyper Voice into a Fairy-type move!Sylveon lets out a piercing cry, but even this fails to deter Hexcalibur from his goal. In fact, all it seems to do is scratch the surface of his plate--his tolerance plate.
"Those screeches!" exclaims the first sword.
"They ring of a familiar cry!" the second adds.
"THEY REMIND US OF A SIREN'S SCREAM, THE SOLICITING TUNES OF A HARLOT IN HINDSIGHT!" they both declare, Hyper Voice is useless.
