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The Path of Destiny Part 58The Path of DestinyThe Path of Destiny Part 58 by racingwolf
Chapter 58- Underground Hell
Damian and the four pokémon stared in horror as Nathaniel Mausk stepped closer. He had a talonflame by his side, and the fearsome sight of the pokémon made both Scytheclaw and Nightshade’s eyes grow wide with horror. Suddenly neither bug type pokémon looked eager to fight, a sight that only served to drive home what a dire situation they were in. That talonflame was a trained killer. A pokémon that was part bug and steel, and another that was bug and fighting, did not stand a chance. The normally brave Nightshade and the normally rash Scytheclaw were both taking large steps backward.
Blazefang whimpered and began to back away as well. “Nightshade! Scytheclaw! He…he has my poké ball,” he whispered. “Don’t let him come near me!”
Mausk stepped closer, his gigantic scarred bird by his side. He showed none of the fear that the other trainers had of the fire,
The Path of Destiny Part 57The Path of DestinyThe Path of Destiny Part 57 by racingwolf
Chapter 57- The Fighting Ring
Thunder could see the stands, the hundreds of jeering trainers. She could see their excitement and smell their food and drinks over the scent of blood wafting around her in the arena. They were waiting to watch her make a kill, but not for the purpose of hunting as would be normal for a scyther. She would not be allowed to eat her defeated opponent, even though the tauros was a prey species. She was starving, but she knew the body would just be dragged away like the others after the fight. This only drove the point further as to how cruel and pointless the pit fights were. It was a disgusting mockery of both nature and pokémon battles.
She could see Master, and the tauros’s human, standing above the arena on their platforms. She could smell the blood even stronger as she paced, but the scent of it didn’t make her hungrier as it normally would. It made her furious.
The floor of the arena was wet, as if one of th
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