This scene was so necessary, very important, vital plot purposes
(like there were actual plot purposes since the doctor saw the bullet wounds but did that really move any plot forward? Who knows! I can think of other ways to take off a patient's shirt other than push-ups but would I really want to???)
With each step ash dusted a path behind the speeding X-eyed Houndoom. Fire had visibly gutted this human facility, the heat here at the center of it all was so great that it melted the metal fence surrounding the buildings. It was all but abandoned other that the two dark types who were here. “Sister...” The Xerneas gasped at the Yveltal who laid collecting the snow and ash that fell together.
“Come to save me again Mother?” The dark voice called and that all too familiar grin crossed the beast’s face. He held his long talons at his side, white and clean of his mess, as he shrugged at her. “Sorry, you aren’t necessary this time around.” But he reeked of blood and gore, a sickening smell even to her body’s seasoned nostrils. Though proof wasn’t needed in Kerial’s eyes, Mother Xerneas wanted it anyway.
Action against her title was not in her duties, killing was not in her duties. If she were to take the next step she wanted some reason to deny her own guilt; a reason she would step into her sister’s reason for existing. She could already hear Time’s bells ringing in her ears. Judgement for her own judgement, or maybe it was revenge at this point. That feeling that tugged on her heart as she watched him, the Head Hunter, stand over her Sister’s body. “Richter...”
As she said the name the Zoroark morph hissed. “Mother... you know I have not used that name in, oh... forty years? Why bring up something so old and forgotten?”
“And you know I do not like you calling me Mother, you mistake.”
The Zoroark placed his claws over his cold heart feigning injury, “How cruel, but is that not the title all of your other mistakes call you?” The hound blew a hot puff of heat through her nose, her snout curling up in anger. The temperature rose as fire spilled from the hound’s maw at the towering Zoroark. The flames went right through the illusion as it shrugged again. The ground crunched beside her and a swift and powerful kick sent her tumbling in the ashen snow. The assaulter sighed, “Even your body knows that wasn’t going to work Mother, let me fight the hound!” His steps were heavy and slow as he started his walk to her repeating those words over and over. “Let me fight the hound.” It was haunting, echoing between the falling ash to come from every direction.
She winced getting back on her feet, that kick to the ribs wasn’t going to make this any easier. “No, now that my sister is gone this is my duty!” She called out. The ashen snow crunched beside her again but this time she reacted with fangs bathed in flames. She turned on a dime and ripped into the claw that would have come down on her. Though her fangs did not stay in him for long. His other talon cut the air and punctured the ground as she jumped away. The beast shook away the lingering embers on his hand and removed his other from the snow.
Step, step, step. He started his walk again. Like the injury didn’t even bother him. “Let me fight the hound.” The Head Hunter mumbled. This time he lunged at her, his talon cutting the falling snow along the way. A pillar of flame gushed from the Houndoom’s mouth only to be met with another. The Zoroark spewed his own flame as he landed in front of her. His claw coming around to strike from the side as she jumped away. It only cut the end of her maw beside her nose making her hiss in pain.
Feeling the blood run over her mouth and down her chin she looked back to him. He licked the end of his claw. Humming like he enjoyed the taste. She felt her body grow hotter, a strange feeling burned in her chest as she looked over him. Then she took a step, and another, but it wasn’t her doing. Her eyes burned and her feet felt like they would carve a hole in the ground with each step. Mother Xerneas wasn’t in control anymore.
Kerial’s feet drummed against the ground, all but dead embers lighting a flame again at just the presence of her heat as she dashed towards her foe. The beast jumped back in surprise, “This heat, oh! It can only be my-” She was upon him before his broken voice could haunt her any longer. A shimmering darkness seemed to radiate from him in a wave, the impact against her did little but make her hesitate. Skidding to an almost stop before recovering from the daze it caused. With no speed left she release another flamethrower at him keeping her distance from those horrifying claws. All Kerial could see was that lumbering dark type dodge her flame, every slight reposition that should hit him didn’t. He danced around the edge with the stray embers, getting closer and closer. Kerial’s heart skipped a beat, in her panic she threw her flames to the ground spraying them randomly. But the noise of ashen snow crunching behind her sounded as he landed behind her.
The temperature around her erupted as the embers came to life. She resurrected the flames that had long been smothered by snow, mustering an inferno that engulfed the two as his claws came down and dug into her sides. The pain only made the inferno grow. Her jaw was quick to open and snap back at him, grabbing his arm seemingly trapping him in her own making. The Zoroark tugged on his trapped arm howling in pain at the fires that burned his already black fur away.There was no escape, instead he drew back his other set of claws with one last effort to make the hound release him; he swung piecing through her shoulder. She didn’t budge; taking in one more long breath fire spewed from between her mouth and the Zoroark’s trapped arm until it burned all the way through and pressed into his chest. The crackling of the fire couldn’t hide the hellish scream as her fire cauterized it’s way through his chest and out the back.
As he fell to his knees the claw in her shoulder twisted painfully making her cry out. She could feel it digging and cutting her as he finally fell forward into the dying flames below her feet. It was hard to back away, the claw slowly cutting away as it fell from her limp leg.
