>>38562522>>38562528Alright I'm back.
Super packs of Mightyena and Houndoom would attack supply lines under cover of night, crippling insurgencies. Come morning, dozens of Altaria take to the sky, singing a gorgeous melody to the surviving enemies, before rampaging Hydreigon descend upon them, devouring and destroying.
Flotillas would be like paper-mâché against the onslaught of Clawitzers and Sharpedos tearing through their hulls. Wailords serving as combat carriers, bringing landlocked pokemon and trainers where they are needed, escorted by Latias and Latios, each as potent as a fleet of fighter jets.
Yveltal would take to the skies, accompanied by an army of dark types. All lives would crumble before them, overwhelmed and out maneuvered. Meanwhile Xerneas walks the earth, bringing myths to life, trailed by an immortal mob of fairies.
The arctic reaches of the north and south stand seemingly void and ready for the taking, but the enemy would occupy them at their own peril. Ice floes are Avalugg, boulders are Glalie and hidden in the blizzards lie forests of Abomasnow with Weaviles coordinating among them. Just when their doom is guaranteed and the enemy falls, assured that at least this force is contained to the cold reaches, Kyruem would breathe once more and all the world would be open to the hordes of ice.
Entei, Suicune and Raikou criss cross the planet, and thus volcanos erupt at the worst possible time for millions attempting to traverse the mountains. The north wind somehow is always blowing at the front of the enemies largest forces, and storms boom ominously at their back, before all three beasts descend and break them in an instant.
Armies learn to fear the appearance of a rainbow, knowing that Ho-Oh and a painful end by fire await them.
Somewhere a trainer and his ragtag team battles forever, unable to lose with Victini at his side, alone they hold back legions.
That's it for now, glad someone appreciates my 'tism.
