Pokemorph maker

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seeing what was about to happen, I got in the way of the blast. it didn't hurt because I was a ground. I glared at him, a warning. I then flew back into the sandstorm
 
thats odd...the flygon saved the enemy!
"your deed, how heroic it may have been, was a wastefull one! you have sided with the enemy i have seen..obviously you never listened to a word of my speach!"
having said that i entered a state of fury closing my mind from the outside world and focusing solely on destroying the enemy...i would sacrifice myslef if it meant killing this unholy beast...
i rawred indicating the battle had begun!
 
OOC: Gundam are you a dragonite or what

IC: Cursed thing as I headbutted the morpher in the knee.
 
I came straight back "don't you see yet! he was being controlled by the headband, which I destroyed. I'm thinking clearer than you are!" I yelled, furious.
 
i had entered my deaded state of mind, nothing could destract me from my focused point...the flygon...
i knew it was no match for me, i woudl tear it apart for having fuled the situation!
i had not heared what she had said....
"aim...attack...aim...attack...aim...attack..."was all i could think and its what i would make a reality even if it cost me my life in the doing...
 
knowing (im not saying im controlling you chat =P) that the flygon was processing what had gone on i kned that this was the prime time to attack! i let out a deathly cold blizzard, knowing that upon impact it would freeze solid the wretched beast! the only problem was getting the flygon to get hit...yet this atatck would act as a diversion for my next attack...which was sure to be a devastating success...
 
"scott! some help would be nice!" I called, pinning the dragonite morpher, trying my best not to hurt him. I knew what was going through his head. and all the while, the shadow in me raged
 
"let this show creture rage with its inner powers, it is no match for me!!!"i thought mecilously...i easily sliped out of the pin and evaded his grasp, turining him around and grabing his wing with all my might...
i noticed some movement in my hand so i viciously tore off one of the wings hoping that would furter stop him from his movement...allowing me to later strike with much more powerfull attacks...
 
I quickly morphed into Groudon, and turned aroud and pinned the dragonite "I'M NOT AGINST YOU! GET IT THROUGH YOUR HEAD!" I yelled, my paitence running out
 
i heard nothing but felt the breeze...i tuned out of my state of mind, but instataneously turned back...this time grasping the gorudons tail and thistime riping it off...
"RAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!" i bellowed!
"NOTHING CAN STOP ME FROM MY TASK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" i howeld...my scream was soo disgusting it could have corrupted all hopes of ever wining or even the simple thought of existance...
i would never stop...never...
 
OOC: okay, this is pokemon. watch the blood count

IC: I quickly demorphed, my body whole, thanks to the fact it relied on my DNA. If only I could get him to see.... there may have been no choice but the kill. I flapped into the air, and it was evedint that the morph had not fixed the scars on my tail
 
I had been watching this awful scene for some time. I flew ful speed between Eclipse and ((What's you character's name, Wing Zero??)), leving a small sandstorm behind me.
 
detecting the morphs presence itslef (though not the human) signified my task had been complete and removing me from my bloodlusted state of mind...
having seen the inflicted damage to the flygon girl i asked in a qhispery voice...
"who has done this too you" as if i had rememberd nothing...
suddenly images of what i had done flashed befor my eyes...
"i..i..im...verry sorry...*i broke into a cry* ive just wanted this war to end since the begining of my existance, a..an..and i dont knwo what got over me...
*spun around, showing my back* ill understand if i am no longer wanted...
 
"I no longer stay around the group. they might think otherwise. thank your lucky stars my morphing heals me. except for the scars on my tail" I said, flying back into the sandstorm
 
I watched him leave. I was a bit glad, as he had tried to hurt my friend. I did feel a bit bad though. I wasn't sure what to do, so I did nothing.
 
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