It Was One Misunderstanding || exteamdracon
The sound of fire crackling against the leaves above vibrated through the forest. With militant ferocity the feet of a fleet of Pokemon marched through, uncaring to all pain. Their eyes were like that of hellbeasts, for in each iris was no compassion. Instead, they remained laced with the cold, silent desire for power.
It took them only an hour to torch this entire forest and its bountiful acres ablaze. What was once a landscape of serene beauty was now in pain. She was crying, screaming-- and none could help her. Her denizens were attempting to abandon her, only to find themselves speared by rock. Her vitality, her lush virginity, was n ow only covered in the cries of her dwellers and the ash of fire. It was a reflection of true hell as the Black Fang Army razed her to a crisp. And still upon their militant visages was that lust.
That lust for blood.
"DOWN!" Roared the Muscle-Tyrant of cruelty. His muscular physique of Spartan power stood atop the wake of pain and suffering. As he surveyed the blazing surroundings of misery, his fists clenched until white. "I WANT IT ALL DOWN! EVERY LAST BIT! I WANT TO SEE NOTHING BUT ASH UNTIL WE FIND THAT Z-CRYSTAL!"
"SIR YES SIR!"
As the cruelty spread among the forest and seared hope to the seams of time, Wukong gave a grunt and a weave. To the right of his face was a tendril caked with rage and ferocity, only reeling back upon missing. It was then followed up by another tendril, this time at the feet, but it like the other was narrowly dodged. As Wukong found his bearings by parrying the third tendril and rolling to the side, the simian glared.
Before him was the protector of this forest, their body swamped with draconic power. From the very veins in their flesh dripped a might so raw and so ancient that this forest needed it. She needed her champion to find and douse the evil that was festering upon her, and he knew it. That look in his eye, one of sheer hatred, knew that his once-lush home of morning dew needed him.
But not here. Not against this simian, but against the ever approaching juggernauts of dread homing in on their location. And she, in her last few moments of vitality, could not tell her champion even that.
How could he know? How could he know that Wukong did not start such an onslaught? How could he know that this forest was not dying by his blaze? And how could he, the one gifted with the power of Outrage, know that the heartless murderers were growing so close?
He couldn't know. Neither he nor Wukong could know that this was a pointless feud fought within a pointless war. Yet Wukong did not care. This was life or death, orchestrated only by the marching hell itself and conducted by the Muscle-Tyrant in full.
And he was not about to die here.
"この野郎...！" Growled Wukong as the leaves continued to explode in the blaze of agony. His ears were deaf to the screams, the suffering, and the death swarming this forest as if he were in a glass dome. All his eyes could now see was a red layering of fury that began to take control of the muscles in his body. It was on instinct that he readied himself once more, and it was on a principle that he screeched.
"私はあなたの歯を裂くでしょう！"
