Feet planted firmly in the ground, Dan knew that this was it. Everything was tinged a deep red-orange from the molten lava stirring below in the volcano, bubbling and brewing not far below the suspended platform. He could feel the overwhelming heat all around him, even seeping through the floor so his feet felt hot in his hiking boots. It was here that he was finally making his stand against Joanne.
The Rocket Executive stood calmly on the other side of the platform, the ruby red ‘R’ on her chest an emblem for all the evil she stood for. Her black cape swished around her as she slowly pet the Houndoom standing at her side, its demon-like tail swishing, the fiery light reflecting off the ivory bones on its back.
“You have no chance of winning,” she said briskly, brushing a lock of deep violet hair out of her face. “It ends here.”
Dan shook his head, his deep blue eyes set with determination. He ignored the sweat drenching his green polo and making his blond hair damp and sticky. “No; it ends for you
. I choose you, Feraligatr!” Grabbing one of the Pokéballs on his belt, he flung the sphere onto the field, a burst of white light emerging and taking the shape of a tall, bipedal creature. Towering over its opponents, the light faded to reveal the large alligator, its crooked teeth set with resolve, chest heaving as it released a snarl.
A twisted sneer appeared on Joanne’s face, and Dan realized why with a jolt; Feraligatr was already beginning to sweat, the heat not being quite ideal for a water Pokémon. The Houndoom, on the other hand, seemed to relish in the heat as it stepped forward to meet the gator, growling defiantly.
“Quick, attack with Aqua Tail!” Dan commanded immediately, hands curled into fists. Happy to oblige, Feraligatr concentrated its elemental energy into its tail, which soon glowed a deep azure. With a deft cry, it swung the water-infused tail as the fire hound, smashing into its black body and making it howl painfully. It quickly recovered, however; the attack’s elemental strength had been diminished due to the heat, and the Houndoom was soon standing tall once again, a confident, wicked grin on its snout.
“My turn,” Joanne hissed, making a wave of fear wash through Dan’s body. He wiped sweat off his forehead; this wasn’t going to be easy.