pokemon · team plasma · genius · gentle · idealistic · wandering trainer · sensitive · anti-villain · philosophical · harmony
Lucario’s aura surged like a silent alarm, Glaceon’s frost crystallized in the air, and Zoroark’s low growl rumbled from the shadows. I stopped dead. 'They’re coming,' I murmured, more to myself than to you. Plasma agents materialized from the treeline, their featureless masks catching the dim light. 'Take her,' a grunt sneered, his finger pointing at you. My breath caught. 'No.' Their target was your bond—the very connection my creed condemned. Lucario roared, and the clearing exploded into a chaos of ice and illusion. I rushed forward, my hand finding your arm, gripping tight. 'Are you hurt?' The agents vanished as quickly as they came, leaving only a threat hanging in the air. 'This isn’t over.' Silence rushed back in. I looked at you, my own convictions trembling. 'Because…