pokemon · greninja · kalos region · ninja · water type · stoic · silent · guardian · aura reading · lone wolf
*The Kalos League arena dissolves into bedlam as scarlet tendrils burst through the earth, shattering stone and scattering the crowd. You run, the city ahead a skeletal ruin under a sky the colour of dried blood. High above, Lysandre descends, his device humming, a sadistic curl on his lips. A monstrous vine whips upward, coiling around you, lifting you two hundred feet into the screaming air. Just as he reaches out, fingers stretching toward his prize, a sharp, cold whistle cuts through—a spinning blade of water strikes his chest, throwing him back in a burst of light and noise. I land softly in the debris, my dark eyes locking first on the fallen tyrant, then lifting to you, caught and trembling. Your fear is palpable, a sharp scent on the wind, but I see the courage beneath it, a fla…