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Chapter 36 - Sam Mokoa/Pissed-Off Beyond Belief

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Sam Mokoa/Pissed-Off Beyond Belief

Kahu had fallen over the edge of the bridge he'd been on and that giant whale woman (Who was Giovanni's new scientist, something to investigate later) had jumped over to save him, joined by that blue monster.

Which meant Sam and David were alone with only the gray one to help.

Sam growled, popping out of cover to aim towards one of the Dragons.

Who screamed as a bullet slammed into his thigh, sending him to the ground. Sam stared in shock. He hadn't fired. Neither had David.

A few more shots rang out, hitting arms, legs, and chests, all coming from different angles. Supporting fire?

Sam decided not to waste it. He instead joined in, firing careful bursts from the rifle in his hands.

"Who the hell is backing us up!?" David asked, popping from cover to send another lightning bolt out.

"I'm not going to question more guns!"

"Not the guns, the telekinesis!"

Sam was about to ask what he was talking about when a chunk of stone next to him rose up and launched forward, bouncing off the head of a Silicon Dragon. He blinked at the swearing Dragon before unloading on her, sending her to the floor. "Don't question it. Just fight!"

In the distance, the gray Pokemon was fighting the warthog man, a sentence that made Sam want to shoot someone. So he did.

The Silicon Dragons armor wasn't making things easy though. It took way too many bullets to wear down the weird armor they were wearing. Enough that he had to expose himself to them for longer than he was comfortable with.

A bullet skated past his face as he ducked behind his SUV. Sam scowled, looking over at David.

"I'm rethinking my decision on getting weapons just to kill the dragons."

David opened his mouth to respond.

Then a Silicon Dragon leaped over to their platform, propelled by a jet of water from his back. He landed awkwardly, allowing Sam to shoot at him, but the Dragon pulled out a red longsword with crackling energy along the edge, stabbing forward with it.

"Damn!" David ducked, the sword impaling the SUV behind him. The gangster pulled the blade to the right, ripping through the SUV as David backpedaled away, then grabbed the guy's wrist. He kicked out at the gangster's knee, buckling him to the floor, then pressed his gun to the man's helmet.

Tough as the armor was, not much can survive a full clip of bullets at such a close range.

David took a deep breath, then grabbed the sword, pulling it from the SUV and hefting it experimentally.

Sam reloaded his own gun. He didn't waste time with quips or comments anymore. Just got ready for a fight as David twirled his new sword around.

That was when the rhino smashed into the SUV, sending it flying.

"What's up!" the rhino-man cheered, lifting his hands high and cheering with a dumb grin.

Sam unloaded on him. The bullets, to his disappointment, had almost no effect, smacking against the grey exposed skin on the rhino's chest and face like Nerf bullets on a pillow.

"Ow!" the rhino-man glared at him. "That hurt you asshole!"

"Ah, crap," David hefted his sword next to Sam as the pair faced down the charging beast.

Sam had had better days.

Gurdurr

Gurdurr could see, out of the corner of his eye, the soldiers rushing to attack the cop who was trying to arrest Master. He wanted to help, especially as the rhino that Master had called 'Rocksteady' loomed over the two.

But he had his hands full.

"Gurdurr!" he smacked the warthog in the belly. The hairy creature snarled in pain, but punched Gurdurr in the face in turn.

"What is that, Spanish?" Bebop asked, wincing in pain. "I don't speak anything but American, sorry."

"Gurrrrr," Gurdurr snarled as he staggered back, hands tightening around his I-Beam.

Bebop raised his fists into a fighting stance. "Ha! Yeah, get mad bro! Come on shortstuff, I want to really fight!"

Gurdurr appeared in Bebop's guard in a burst of speed. The warthog had enough time to jump in shock. Then a single fist smashed into his chin in a powerful uppercut. Bebop staggered back.

Gurdurr stepped forward into the opening provided by that, tossing his I-Beam up and moving in with his fists, eyes alight with fury. "GUUUUUUUR!"

Right cross to the belly, left jab to the knee, a Drain Punch to the belly again, then a Mach Punch to destabilize him. Gurdurr mercilessly wailed on his larger opponent, his movements part polished boxing, part construction worker brawling.

Bebop staggered. Then he roared, stepping back into the fight. Gurdurr's eyes widened. What a tough opponent!

"RAAAH!" He raised his fists and dropped them down on Gurdurr in a hammerblow, smashing the bridge instead. Gurdurr had dodged to the side, grabbing his I-Beam as it fell out of the sky. With a swing right out of a batting cage, the I-Beam hit Bebop's face. The warthog was actually lifted off the ground by the hit, twisting around before smacking into the bridge with a sound like a slab of pork hitting a counter.

Bebop rolled to his feet, laughing. "Hell yeah, brother! That's what I'm talking about!"

Gurdurr growled even as he felt a few of his bruises fade. With Drain Punch, he could absorb some of Bebop's vitality to restore his own. Problem was, Bebop apparently had massive reserves.

Before Gurdurr could consider that further, Bebop was stepping forward to fight again. Gurdurr parried a punch on his I-Beam, dropping low to block a kick, then brought his I-Beam around to attack.

Bebop blocked the attack on his arm, his forearm fat jiggling from the impact.

Gurdurr knew his fighting style was rather basic. While he did know some more impressive abilities, at heart he was a brawler with some skill, not a pure martial artist like a Hitmonlee or something.

But Bebop was even more of a brawler and a thug. He didn't dodge, blocked only rarely, and his punches were wild haymakers, rudimentary jabs. Which made it all the more annoying that it was working. He was just so damn tough!

And strong, as another blow to Gurdurr's face reminded him.

Gurdurr stepped back to reevaluate. He needed to win this. But how?

He raised one fist while resting his I-Beam on his shoulder.

Bebop grinned widely. "Ohhhh, yeah, bro. I can tell. You're loving this, aren't you?"

Gurdurr couldn't help but grin back. Well. Yeah. Just a bit.

Tyrunt

"Graaagh!" Tyrunt shredded apart a Mouser on the ground, roaring in rage as he looked around.

Mimikyu appeared from his shadow, looking around as well.

They stood in the middle of the street, surrounded by the mechanical replicas and Silicon Dragons alike. Tyrunt couldn't stop the smile on his face as he stared down his enemies, while Mimikyu raised a hand to grab her wooden tail, emerald energy surrounding it.

A rush of mousers attacked, a full twenty or so. Tyrunt charged into them, feeling their steel bodies smash into his stone and dragon scale. He opened his mouth and roared, spinning around to slash his tail outwards at one of the bots.

Then someone shot him a few times with a heavy set of bullets. Tyrunt grunted, tucking his head down. While bullets didn't have the same sort of power behind steel-type moves that made them really hurt him, they were still annoying! He roared up at the people behind it.

A Silicon Dragon on a roof fired down at him. 6 or so had run up there and were shooting down at him.

Tyrunt briefly thought about running up there, before he turned his focus to the robot Mousers around him. "Tyrunt!"

His call for someone to take out the rooftop shooters echoed outwards.

Behind the Silicon Dragons, the shadows answered. In the hot Hawaiian sun, as snow continued to drift down and melt on the pavement, one of the shooters didn't see their shadow grow and stretch outward behind them. Not until the shadow rose up and wrapped around his neck and arm.

"Dios Mio, no!" the man screeched before he was lifted up and tossed like a rag doll to smash into the wall behind him.

"Mimikyu!" the small Pokemon said, trying to make a battlecry and coming across as cute instead. That was fine. The long shadow tentacles that snapped out from under her Aquaman costume did the job of being intimidating better.

"It's the nightmare!" one of the Dragons shouted, spinning to raise her gun towards Mimikyu.

A kunai slammed into her left arm, slicing through the cloth there to impale through her forearm. "GAAAAAH!"

As she screamed in pain, a voice spoke. "Getting stabbed is a bitch, right?"

Ishido, coming out of the door to the roof, tossed another blade. "I know the feeling."

"Take them down!" the remaining Dragons as one of them ducked the tossed blade. The woman who had been stabbed struggled to join in despite the knife in her arm.

"Goddamnit, what are you, Naruto!?" she screamed, sighting on Ishido.

He shot her in the leg, sending her tumbling to the ground. "I was always more of a Rock Lee kinda guy honestly."

"Mimikyu!" The small Pokemon smashed her wooden tail into a man, the Aquaman head of her costume smiling blankly.

"TYYYYY!" with a roar right out of the movies, Tyrunt jumped on top of an SUV and smashed through a windshield to attack one of the Mousers inside.

"Move, move, move!" on the far end of the street, soldiers began rushing forward, hardened military men clashing with the robots and gangsters en masse.

Tyrunt grinned through teeth filled with steel and wires. He loved his life!

Kahu Kiaʻi

"Fucking damnit!" I slid across the ice, trying to regain my footing. It was so hard to balance on ice while carrying a shield and a weapon! "I wish I'd thought of grabbing snow boots."

"Slugma!" my small lava girl said, running alongside me. Well, slithering.

"Yeah, I guess no one buys snow boots in Hawaii," I mumbled. Granted, there were some snowy locations in Hawaii, but-

I turned a corner and stopped to look upwards. "Whoa."

It's easy to forget just how damn BIG a battleship is. Not in numbers, but by actually looking at the damn things. The one in front of me felt like a full-on island compared to me.

It was also covered in ice from head to toe. I mean… port to stern? Whatever, it was icy is the point.

"Sluuuuug," she said in awe.

"Come on," I ran towards the gangway of the ship (I think that's what they're called?), trepidation in every step. With Slugma next to me pumping out heat, I didn't feel the chill as much, but I was still slipping a bit on frost as I went up the long walkway.

Slugma and I stopped on the dock of the ship, looking around. Nothing. Chill fog floated in the air, the smell of the ocean filling my nose. There was the wooden planks of the ship under our feet/body, the wood steaming as Slugma passed over the icy planks.

"What happened?" I mumbled to Slugma. "Frost was supposed to be here. But where are the guards? The soldiers? Hell, where are the tourists?"

"Ma," Slugma said.

We walked slowly towards the bridge of the ship, heading for the door on the side. I reached for the door, slowly, opening it up. Slugma went to enter the door-

I felt the air to my side, part. A sound in the air, like a whistle. I twisted my shield to face my right, blindly, Amos' obsessive training activating before my brain could catch up.

A booming sound filled the air as something smacked against my shield, sending me bouncing forward.

I rolled over and raised my shield blindly in time to catch a foot that sent me sliding back. "Gah!"

"Slugma!" my small lava slug turned and blasted a burst of flame.

A wall of ice flew up to block the wave, melting apart but also preventing my assailant from getting hit.

A long and curved sword swung for my head. I raised my shield, only for the sword to do some kind of crazy twisty move that brought the blade around my shield, swiping it aside. As I staggered, shield out of place, the blade stabbed at me.

I blocked it on my war club. Based on the ancient weapons of many Polynesian islands, it was made of metal rather than wood, with raised bumps running along the edges instead of shark teeth. The club shook in my hand as I struggled against my opponent.

"Oh?" a feminine voice filled the air as I finally got a good look at the woman who attacked me. Green-black clothes obscuring her like a ninja, right down to the hood, with a wooden mask in the shape of a Chinese Dragon upon her face. "Lua? Not many practitioners worth anything nowadays."

I snarled, pushing back. She barely budged, which surprised the hell out of me. She was a little taller than me, but still thinner. Combined with my weird Poke-strength, she should have been shoved back.

Instead, she hummed. "Stronger than I thought."

Then she pulled back. I did the same, not wanting to fall off balance. As I did, ice came from behind her, where Slugma had been. I grit my teeth, keeping my eyes on the woman but using my peripherals to eye Slugma. A red glow of heat slammed into a woman as pale as snow, sending her through the wall behind before following her into the hallways of the ship.

"Focus," the woman stepped forward. I raised my war club and shield, only to blink as a fresh burst of fog blocked her from my sight. When it disappeared, she was gone too.

I raised the riot shield and scowled. "...Ninja. Or at least an assassin. Shouldn't you be bothering Batman?"

"Why?" the voice echoed in the fog. "I have no interest in Gotham. I'd much rather bother you."

"That's almost cute. I usually like forward woman, but they tend to wait a bit before trying to stab me in the heart," I scowled. I didn't like this. On any level. The only reason I was quipping was to try and get a track on her, but somehow I didn't think this would work.

The ship below me shook as Slugma let out a roar that echoed in the air, but I was alone. No Pokemon to back me up.

Against an opponent that seemed more dangerous than any other I'd fought.

A blade swung at my face. I almost shrieked in terror at the suddenness of the attack, leaning back and barely getting a scratch across my neck. Then the blade kept coming, swinging, slicing, stabbing, moving so fast I could barely breathe in the beats between the attacks.

I desperately blocked my right side with my shield, and twirled my war club about, moving as fast as I could to parry the blows, stepping back and giving ground across the ship. When my back was close to a turret behind me, I twisted around it, the woman bouncing off of it to kick my shield.

"I'll let you know when I start trying, shall I?" she said with a gentle humour even as she faded into the fog.

Fuuuuuck.

I raised my shield and grit my teeth. "Slugma, I really hope you remember what I told you about Killer Frost."

Then a blade was stabbing at my kidney, and I had no more room to talk.

Author's Note: Next Chapter, Slugma and Kahu vs Killer Frost and Lady Dragon, while we drop in on Orca and Mudkip fighting submarines. Fire and Ice, a clash of blades, and an ocean of madness. And a new power display from Orca, which hopefully you guys will like :D All around can't wait for the next chapter!

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