Wex had hardly gotten over his anxiety over his back when Ellie burst out of the tower covered in... blood? The horrible visions the ghosts had implanted in his mind started screaming again and he reflexively hugged Addison.
"What are you doing?" she asked, still watching Ellie walk towards the center.
Man up... Man up!
"Sorry, I was just.... feeling dizzy."
* * * * *
It was a Charizard. A motherfucking Charizard. Silently, it spread its wings and flew south. Max was left standing, watching it disappear past a rocky ridge.
"...well shit." said Max, scratching his head. If he had any Pokeballs, he might have tried to catch the thing. Shrugging, he went around to the groups of Rockets. Word of the events of the tower had already circulated before he got to the blockades and he was bombarded with questions. Max answered none of them, just stating that he was in charge and showing the bat as proof.
Nothing else really had to be said. The grunts knew he was tough. Max let their imaginations run wild as to how it all went down.
It doesn't matter really... I'm one step closer to true power. True recognition!
The rising sun led to a rotation of sentries. With the tower taken care of and the officers in their custody, Max had given the grunts permission to finish the looting. For a tiny coastal village, it sure had some neat trinkets. Nobody went back into the tower though. Ones who ventured in typically came back out silent, shocked beyond belief.
Then the Rocket's found a distillery in a basement.
The day stretched on hour by hour and soon the Rockets, one way or another, were intoxicated. Max had tried to resist at first but the stresses of the previous night's activities caught up to him. Soon he was in the middle of them.
"Myy men... Come on, knock me over. Don't just stand there, knock me over!"
One grunt charged him, Max flipped him over effortlessly. Boris tried to grab him but he swung around to the left and delivered an uppercut that staggered the giant. After a good number of rockets piled onto him, he let a laugh escape his lips.
"It's over boys... We made it! Lavander is ours, Alex is dead and we'll get to keep most of this loot, I'm sure of it!"
I probably shouldn't be drinking so much but.... What the hell!
"What are you doing?" she asked, still watching Ellie walk towards the center.
Man up... Man up!
"Sorry, I was just.... feeling dizzy."
* * * * *
It was a Charizard. A motherfucking Charizard. Silently, it spread its wings and flew south. Max was left standing, watching it disappear past a rocky ridge.
"...well shit." said Max, scratching his head. If he had any Pokeballs, he might have tried to catch the thing. Shrugging, he went around to the groups of Rockets. Word of the events of the tower had already circulated before he got to the blockades and he was bombarded with questions. Max answered none of them, just stating that he was in charge and showing the bat as proof.
Nothing else really had to be said. The grunts knew he was tough. Max let their imaginations run wild as to how it all went down.
It doesn't matter really... I'm one step closer to true power. True recognition!
The rising sun led to a rotation of sentries. With the tower taken care of and the officers in their custody, Max had given the grunts permission to finish the looting. For a tiny coastal village, it sure had some neat trinkets. Nobody went back into the tower though. Ones who ventured in typically came back out silent, shocked beyond belief.
Then the Rocket's found a distillery in a basement.
The day stretched on hour by hour and soon the Rockets, one way or another, were intoxicated. Max had tried to resist at first but the stresses of the previous night's activities caught up to him. Soon he was in the middle of them.
"Myy men... Come on, knock me over. Don't just stand there, knock me over!"
One grunt charged him, Max flipped him over effortlessly. Boris tried to grab him but he swung around to the left and delivered an uppercut that staggered the giant. After a good number of rockets piled onto him, he let a laugh escape his lips.
"It's over boys... We made it! Lavander is ours, Alex is dead and we'll get to keep most of this loot, I'm sure of it!"
I probably shouldn't be drinking so much but.... What the hell!