Hard Enough

To say that the room was more nervous than a Persian in a room full of rocking chairs would be underselling it. I couldn’t imagine a more tense situation.

I certainly hadn’t helped things by allowing Empress to fight Mewtwo but I wasn’t trying to fool myself. That fight was going to happen, with or without my blessing. As it was she’d… given it a good fight, sadly that had resulted in consequences for me.

Mewtwo floated towards a long table with chairs that were fused to the ground. They reminded me somewhat of egg holders with their shape, but the large sloping back support made them feel more like chairs you’d find on some alien mothership.

No one moved to follow Mewtwo. There was a tense standoff taking place between us and Team Aqua.

Honestly, it would have been weirder if we’d all moved to sit down and forgotten the last few minutes of attempting to destroy each other.

Koga cleared his throat. “Mewtwo, you say you wish to talk, some of us… have injuries that require tending to. I fear I cannot sit idly while they deteriorate.”

The Aqua commander straightened at this. “I too have many injured,” he said, shooting us a glower.

I felt the ghost of a smirk play out over my lips. Part of me wanted to say that if they couldn’t handle the heat they really shouldn’t enter the kitchen, but I didn’t. I was too busy fretting over what Mewtwo was doing with Don and Empress.

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