Lorelei prided herself on her vast experience, but she could swear this was the first time she had ever seen such a Pokémon.
An enchanting figure, delicate beauty, a pink wind swirling around it with an allure that tugged at the heart.
But Lorelei had no intention of finding out just what that pink breeze tasted like. She backpedaled quickly, trying to shield herself with Dewgong, but the distance had been too short, and she hadn't even realized the Fairy-type was there until it was too late. The shimmering pink wind still brushed across her body.
"Ugh—!"
Half kneeling, one hand shielding her face, Lorelei lowered her head as much as she could to minimize her exposure. Yet that seemingly soft, graceful breeze still left thin, stinging blood-marks across her and Dewgong's skin.
Her tight dress split open along the sides, her fair skin revealed beneath. Even her high heels snapped under the impact. But what made her angriest was not the damage to her clothes—it was the shocking realization that despite being injured, she felt… no pain.
Instead, a twisted sense of pleasure. A dangerous shiver ran down her spine.
"Damn it… this is Fairy-type energy."
Fairy-type moves had only been discovered two years ago. Many Pokémon had since been confirmed to carry the attribute, but their abilities and moves were still largely unknown. Unlike Dragon, Fire, or Ice—long studied for centuries—the Fairy element carried no ancestral manuals, no tradition. Trainers had to learn and develop from scratch.
And now Lorelei had experienced it firsthand. Fairy moves weren't overwhelming in raw power, but they carried an unnatural allure. Their effects seeped into the hearts of humans and Pokémon alike, twisting emotion, sowing confusion.
"Dewgong—Aurora Beam!"
A dazzling arc of frozen light blasted from Dewgong's mouth, forming a magnificent ice arch like a frozen gateway. The Sylveon danced gracefully back, using the arch as a springboard to leap into the air—landing neatly on Logan's Dragonair as it descended from above.
The icy sculpture shattered an instant later. From behind it, a Flash Cannon lanced forward, but Dragonair twisted elegantly mid-air, evading the blast before whipping its head back to unleash flames down toward Lorelei.
Lorelei, however, was no ordinary opponent. As the Ice-type Elite Four of Kanto, her conjured ice was immensely durable. Dragonair's flames, though potent, could not melt it fully. Smoke hissed from the frozen barricades, the ice slowly dripping into snowmelt, but it held.
At the same time, Cynthia maneuvered Milotic into Lorelei's blind spot. Above, Garchomp hovered menacingly, boxing her in.
In front, the Champion's Dragonair and Eevee blocked her. Behind, another Champion's Milotic and Garchomp cut off retreat. Lorelei was trapped.
Gripping a Poké Ball tightly, her face twisted. She was the Ice Queen of the Kanto Elite Four, and yet here she stood—pinned, cornered, with nowhere to run.
Logan and Cynthia both readied their own Poké Balls, not daring to let her gamble on a desperate counterattack.
"You're finished, Lorelei of the Sevii Islands."
Logan stood tall upon Dragonair's head, his robe fluttering in the snow-laden wind. From high above, he looked down at the once-proud Elite.
"Why not surrender quietly? Spare yourself and your Pokémon needless pain. You captured Red, didn't you? Tell me where you've taken him, and perhaps I'll leave you alive."
His words made her cheeks flush crimson—not from cold, but from fury.
"Don't you dare underestimate the Kanto Elite Four! You think I've lost already?"
"You can still resist, sure. But the outcome is clear." Logan's voice turned cruel. "These Pokémon of yours—they've been with you for years, haven't they? Do you want them to die here? Do you want to lose an arm, a leg, or that beautiful face of yours scarred forever? If not… drop the ball, raise your hands, and surrender."
He closed his eyes, smiling darkly.
"Or perhaps you've lived so long without real opponents that you've started believing the Kanto Elite Four are untouchable. Lance and Agatha have true strength. But you, Lorelei… you've always been the tail-end of the group."
"You…"
Her calm façade shattered. Rage burned hot in her chest. For years, none had challenged them. That comfort had bred arrogance. Now this man tore it to pieces, spitting on her pride as if she were nothing.
"Thunderbolt!"
Logan snapped his fingers. Lightning blazed.
Dragonair and Pikachu unleashed a blinding storm of electricity. With nowhere to dodge, Lorelei and Dewgong took the full brunt.
"AHHHHHHH!"
She screamed, body convulsing as arcs seared her flesh. Dewgong fared even worse, its snowy coat scorched black, yet even as its body trembled with exhaustion, its eyes still glared defiantly at Logan.
Lorelei had more Pokémon, yes. But she dared not throw them. She knew the moment her hand moved, both Champions would unleash their strongest attacks, leaving her no hope of survival.
Humiliation, anger, and despair knotted in her chest. In truth, she was never best in direct combat. Her domain was manipulation—"the curse of ice." But here, cornered, stripped of options, she was utterly helpless.
"Lorelei," Cynthia spoke, her voice steady but soft, a stark contrast to Logan's biting cruelty. "Surrender. If we continue, none of us will be able to hold back. Don't waste your life here."
"Pah!"
Faced with one's harshness and the other's gentleness, Lorelei snapped, desperation driving her.
"If you don't come save me now—I really will die here!!"
"Hm?"
Logan and Cynthia both froze, instantly wary.
And then it came. A long, spring-like leg stretched out from afar, kicking toward them with impossible elasticity.
Logan's eyes narrowed. He recognized that trick instantly. The strange, rubber-like limbs of a Hitmonlee trained to extend unnaturally far—he knew only one man who could achieve this.
"Bruno."
He sneered. "So you finally show yourself."
Logan had trained alongside Bruno for a year and a half. He knew every trick of the martial artist's fighting style. Dragonair twisted gracefully, dodging Hitmonlee's strike, while Logan's robe flared as he gave the command:
"Dragonair—make him crawl out himself! Hyper Beam!"
The energy had been coiled within Dragonair all along, primed and ready. A destructive beam erupted from its horn, spiraling like a drill through the snowbound mountainside.
"BOOOOOOM!"
The mountains shook. Snow exploded into the sky. From the torn earth below, a massive Onix burst forth, carrying Bruno upon its head.
Bruno crouched low, legs firm, nunchaku in hand. His stone companion lunged upward at Logan. Beside it, a Hitmonchan leapt high, fist glowing icy blue, aiming straight for Cynthia's Garchomp.
"Dragon Tail!"
Logan wasted no time. Dragonair's tail gleamed with Dragon power, whipping down brutally across Onix's body. The massive serpent crashed back to the ground with a thunderous crack.
Logan laughed coldly, his voice booming across the snowy battlefield.
"Good. Very good. Two Kanto Elites at once! But tell me—are Lance and Agatha nearby? If not, Lorelei, Bruno… you'd best be careful. Otherwise, under the fury of the Dragon, tomorrow the Kanto Elite Four will be nothing but a pair!"
His laughter rolled across the frozen peaks, mingling with the storm winds.
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