Pokémon Legendary: An Adult Pokémon Story
Copyright© 2025 by Subconscious_P
Chapter 3
Action/Adventure Sex Story: Chapter 3 - An adult semi-erotic Pokémon story set in a more realistic and brutal Pokémon world. Follow a Pokémon Region Champion as he and his rivals race to unlock the secrets of Legendary and mythical Pokémon while facing an unknown threat unlike anything he's faced before. Our champion and rivals will put their lives on the line as they face lethal puzzles, god-tier Pokemon, a deadly stalker, an evil alliance, and the the most powerful trainers in the world.
Caution: This Action/Adventure Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Fan Fiction Cheating Polygamy/Polyamory Interracial Black Male White Female Hispanic Female Oral Sex Public Sex
The next day in the midafternoon, Ace, Phillip, and Phoebe sat around Steven’s low wooden table. A faint scent of saltwater drifted through the open windows, where the sound of Wingulls echoed against the waves outside. Each had a cup of tea before them, but Steven himself was standing, pacing with an almost childlike energy. His eyes gleamed like the stones in his displays.
“Do you three even realize what you’ve done?” Steven’s voice rose with both awe and disbelief. “The Sealed Chamber was thought to be legend! A myth. Scholars spent centuries theorizing, and in one sweep you not only found it, but you also solved the puzzles, unlocked the ancient ruins, and captured the Regis themselves. This is...” he stopped, laughing in astonishment “ ... this is history in the making.”
Phoebe smiled into her tea, though her eyes still carried exhaustion. “History nearly froze me to death, Steven. You can have my share of the credit if it means never sitting in an icebox again.”
Phillip nodded. “Yeah, Steven, it wasn’t exactly a museum tour.”
Steven turned sharply, eyes narrowing in concern. “Wait. You mean ... each of the tombs tested you? Actively tried to kill you?”
Ace set his cup down, leaning forward. “Tried and almost succeeded.”
Steven’s pacing stopped. For a long moment, the usually unshakable former champion of Hoenn looked genuinely shaken. He drew a slow breath, as if steadying himself.
“Then the legends were right. These weren’t shrines. They were prisons.” He looked at each of them in turn, his tone deadly serious. “The ancients didn’t want challengers to find the Regis. They wanted to ensure no one ever freed them again unless it was by someone ... truly worthy.”
The room went quiet except for the faint crash of waves against the shore.
Phoebe frowned. “Then what happens now? We’ve caught them. They’re with us.”
Steven folded his arms, staring down at the floor in thought. “Now ... we tread carefully. Very carefully. If the Regis truly are keys to awakening Regigigas, then whoever else is hunting them won’t stop until they pry those Poké Balls from your hands.”
Phillip gave a sharp, humorless laugh. “Let them try.”
Ace didn’t smile. He was thinking of Oak’s words back in Pallet, of Regigigas being able to drag continents behind it. He thought of the lava, of the chamber walls glowing red like veins, and how it felt like something ancient and vengeful was watching.
Steven finally looked up, his tone quieter but no less intense. “The three of you are walking a razor’s edge. What you’ve done is extraordinary, but also dangerous. You’ve survived trials that should have killed you, and you’ll need that same resilience for what’s ahead.”
He gestured toward a map pinned on the far wall, where Galar’s Split-Decision Ruins were circled in red.
“Because Hoenn’s Regis were only the beginning. The others are out there, and if someone is trying to awaken Regigigas...” he exhaled slowly “ ... then you’re in the middle of something bigger than even the legends warned us about.”
The three trainers exchanged a glance, an unspoken mix of pride, dread, and determination before Ace finally muttered, “ ... guess we’re not getting much of a break, huh?”
That night, the hotel room was dim except for the glow of the holo-screen built into Phillip’s PokéNav dock, projecting a crisp conference call display against the wall. Eight windows shimmered, each occupied by a different professor. Oak, Elm, Birch, Rowan, Juniper, Sycamore, Kukui, and even Magnolia from Galar, who had joined after Steven alerted her to the Regis’ relevance.
Ace lounged at the edge of the bed with his arms folded, Phillip sat at the desk with his chair turned toward the screen, and Phoebe had curled up cross-legged on the carpet with a soda can in hand. The air smelled faintly of pizza reheated from the night before, and the muffled sound of Pacifidlog’s waves filtered through the window. They had just finished debriefing the professors on their exploits with the Sealed Cave and the Hoenn Regis.
Oak leaned forward, eyes wide with almost paternal pride. “You three ... I can hardly believe it. The Sealed Chamber has been studied for decades, and in a matter of days you not only located it, but unlocked it, and lived to tell the tale.”
Elm adjusted his glasses, his voice heavy with admiration. “The puzzles alone were designed to be unsolvable without ancient knowledge. The fact that you interpreted them under pressure ... that’s nothing short of genius.”
Birch chimed in, visibly excited. “And the Regis themselves, Regirock, Regice, and Registeel. They’re real. Not just myth, not just stone tablets. You’ve proven the old Hoenn tales true!”
Phoebe gave a half-smile, though her eyes flickered at the memory. “Yeah, proven with frostbite.”
That earned a sympathetic nod from Rowan, who spoke in his usual gravely tone. “I believe what Steven told you was correct. The ancients clearly built those chambers as prisons, not as shrines. Their design was not to protect the Regis, but to ensure no one released them.”
The line went quiet until Juniper broke it, concern etched in her expression. “You’ve accomplished something incredible, but it places you directly in danger. Whoever is seeking to awaken Regigigas will not stop until they have what you now hold.”
Sycamore leaned back in his frame, but his voice was firm. “And Regigigas is not just another legend. It’s said to have shifted the continents. If it falls into the wrong hands...” he trailed off, shaking his head.
Kukui gave a rare serious look, rubbing the back of his neck. “That kind of power makes the Ultra Beasts I’ve studied look tame.”
Finally, Magnolia’s voice, steady and measured, closed the loop. “If Steven is correct, then the Regis you’ve caught are only part of the key. The Galarian ruins, the Split Decision Temple..., they hold the others. If Regieleki and Regidrago are brought together with your Regis then Regigigas could awaken, and if hostile forces beat you there...”
Ace exhaled through his nose, breaking the tension. “That won’t happen.”
Phillip cracked a faint grin, lifting his soda. “Yeah. They want a fight? They’ll get one.”
Phoebe glanced at both of them and smiled, though her tone carried steel. “Guess our vacation in Hoenn just turned into an interregional problem.”
The professors exchanged looks among themselves, but Oak finally spoke again, his voice warm despite the weight of the situation.
“You’ve already achieved more than anyone could have hoped. Go after the other Regis, but treat them with respect, and don’t underestimate those who may already be on your trail.”
Ace stood up. “Professors, we’ll go after them, but after what we just endured, we’re going to be smart about this. We’re going to stick together. No more splitting up even if it means it takes longer.”
The Professors nodded in agreement.
“We will trust your methods, Ace.”
“When you all arrive in Galar, link up with Professor Sonia. She knows more about the Split Decision Temple than I do. I’ll let her know you’re coming and send you the meeting details later!”
“Thanks, Professor.” Ace said warmly. “We look forward to meeting with her.”
“Good luck, you three!” Professor Birch said.
The holo-screen flickered as the call ended, leaving only the quiet hum of the hotel’s AC unit. The three trainers sat in silence for a moment, each processing the weight of what lay ahead.
Two days later, the train hissed to a stop at Hammerlocke Station in Galar, its doors sliding open to release Ace, Phillip, and Phoebe into the crisp afternoon air. Galar’s stone streets stretched before them, the ancient towers of Hammerlocke looming in the distance.
Waiting at the platform was Professor Sonia, her bright orange hair instantly visible against the crowd. She waved them over with a smile, clutching her ever-present research satchel.
“You three really know how to stir up the world’s legends, don’t you? Word of Hoenn’s tremors reached even these old towers, and trust me, nothing travels faster through Hammerlocke than rumor.
She lowered her voice. “Professor Magnolia told me that you all actually managed to capture Regirock, Regice, Registeel. Impressive work.”
Ace gave a quick nod and smiled. “Thanks, but we’ve still got work to do. We’re here for the last two, and Professor Magnolia mentioned you’d know more about them.”
Sonia’s expression grew serious as she motioned for them to follow. Hammerlocke stretched before them like a living fortress, its ancient stone walls braced with iron gates that had stood since before the Galar League existed.
The air smelled faintly of soot and spice; vendors along the station’s edge hawked skewers of grilled food while merchants shouted over the clatter of carts. They walked through the station and out into the city streets, while keeping her voice low.
“They’re here in Galar, yes. You’ll find them far to the south, in the Crown Tundra, inside the Split-Decision Temple. It’s a relic older than the League itself but getting there is the easy part.”
Phoebe frowned. “What’s the catch?”
Sonia turned to her. “The tundra is home to some of the most powerful wild Pokémon in the region. Many fully evolved, territorial, and will attack without hesitation if they see you as a threat ... or prey. Once you cross into their territory, you’d better be ready for battles back-to-back.”
Phillip smiled wickedly. “Sounds like fun.”
Sonia didn’t return the smile. “It won’t be. These aren’t friendly Gym challenge battles. The weather alone can cripple your team if you’re not prepared for hail and blizzards. Stock up on Full Restores, warm clothing, protective gear, and Pokémon with moves that can counter Ice types and Dragons. You’ll need them.”
Phoebe noticeably shifted uncomfortably at the mention of enduring extreme cold temperatures again.
As they continued to walk, they saw children herded Wooloo down cobbled streets, their laughter mingling with the distant clang of smiths working in open forges. The high spires of the Hammerlocke Stadium loomed above the city, casting long shadows across rooftops while banners fluttered crimson in the breeze. They eventually reached a quiet overlook where the land rolled into the distant snowy peaks of the Crown Tundra.
From Hammerlocke’s heights, the Crown Tundra looked less like land and more like a battlefield waiting to happen. It was an endless white, dotted with dark forests and jagged peaks that cut into the clouds.
Sonia turned to face them, her tone sharper now. The scent of coal smoke and sizzling meat clung to the air as Sonia spoke, her voice sharp against the hum of the city.
“Here’s the most important thing. The temple only allows one of the legendary golems to be awakened at a time. You’ll have to choose between Regieleki and Regidrago. Once you do, the other will remain dormant ... maybe forever.”
For a long moment, no one spoke. The sounds of the city like vendors shouting, smiths hammering, and children laughing suddenly felt far away, as though the world itself was waiting for their reaction.
Phillip broke the silence first with a scoff, but there was no humor in it. “Forever? That’s bullshit. There’s always a way.”
Phoebe’s expression tightened, eyes hard. “What if there isn’t? We’re gambling with legends that can topple cities, Phillip. Which one do you not want to exist?”
Ace’s jaw locked. He could feel the same chill in his gut that he had in Registeel’s chamber, the sense of a trap disguised as a choice. His voice came out low.
“If we pick wrong, it’s not just about missing out. Whoever’s chasing us could somehow get the other ... and then we’re screwed.”
The three of them looked at each other, no bravado left this time, only the realization that this wasn’t just another trial. This was a wedge waiting to split them apart.
Sonia adjusted her satchel, her usual levity gone. “Legends don’t care about fairness. Make sure you care about survival.”
Ace folded his arms. “We need a plan. We’re not leaving one behind if we can help it.”
Sonia tilted her head, a faint grin tugging at her lips. “If anyone could figure out a way to bend the rules, it’d probably be you three. Just ... don’t get yourselves killed trying. Oh, and one last thing...”
“Sure. What’s one more thing?” Phillip said, rolling his eyes.
Sonia smiled. “Make sure the three Hoenn Regis you caught are with you in your party when you go to Split Decision Temple. The other two won’t awaken without them present.”
Phoebe groaned. “Are you serious? After what that ice bucket put me through, I was ready to keep that thing on ice forever. Now I actually have to lug it around while taking up one of my six spots?”
Sonia shrugged. “It won’t work unless they’re all with you. The braille inscriptions on the temple are very clear about that.”
Ace, Phillip, and Phoebe looked at each other. They hadn’t planned on this. This meant that they’d each only have five of their normal team to use since one spot would be occupied by a Regi, and none of them would dare to use a Regi in battle having just caught them. It would be too dangerous. The Regis might not take battle orders from them or worse, maybe even turn on them.
Phillip shook his head. “So now we’re carrying three ticking time bombs into a temple that already doesn’t like visitors. Great.”
Ace turned back to Sonia. “Okay, we’ll make it work. Thanks Sonia.”
“Stay safe you three.” Sonia replied.
Two days later, after stocking up on supplies and warm clothes, Ace, Phoebe, and Phillip chartered a short plane ride to the Crown Tundra. Upon arrival the cold weather nipped at their faces. Phoebe was already feeling a bit of PTSD stemming from her adventure into the Island Cave in Hoenn, but she maintained her composure. The wind in the Crown Tundra bit through their coats, cold enough to sting the skin beneath. The snow crunched under Ace’s boots as he, Phillip, and Phoebe trudged along the narrow trail that wound through icy cliffs and frozen valleys.
As they walked, Ace couldn’t shake this feeling that they were being watched, or more specifically, HE was being watched. Whenever he’d look around though, he never saw anything out of the ordinary.
They didn’t have to wait long before the wilderness showed its teeth. A Nidoking bellowed from the ridge, charging down with a Nidoqueen right beside it. Phillip’s Tyranitar intercepted the blow, sand whipping in the frigid air as Phoebe’s Metagross hammered the Nidoqueen back. The two wild Pokémon snorted and retreated, glaring as if promising they’d be back.
Farther along, Rhydon and Golem blocked the path, forcing Ace to send out Lee the Infernape and Julio the Talonflame in a tag-team blitz of Close Combats and Brave Birds to scatter them. Not every fight ended in retreat. When a pack of Weavile swarmed from the tree line, they had to be knocked out cold before the trainers could move on.
Despite these victories, Ace still felt the lingering feeling that someone or something was watching them but staying out of sight. Ace hoped that he was just being paranoid.
Nearby an old, abandoned graveyard where a misty fog covered the area, a high-pitched screeching cry signaled the arrival of a Gothitelle and its Gothita followers. Phoebe’s Volcarona flared in defiance, its Fiery Dance scattering the psychic threats, but then, a streak of shadow and speed ripped through the battlefield.
A Dragapult had appeared, watching Ace with piercing eyes. It appeared to take exception to the three humans trespassing upon the graveyard, which it had been lurking around.
Ace grinned despite the cold.
“Mine.”
The wind howled across the barren white expanse, flakes of snow biting at Ace’s face. His scarf whipped around his neck as he called out his Pokémon.
Draco, his Dragonite, landed with a thud in front of him, wings beating slow and steady. Across the battlefield, the Dragapult floated in eerie silence, its spectral body glowing faint green against the dark sky. Its piercing yellow eyes never left Ace.
Ace grinned wide, his breath fogging in the air. “You’re coming with me, my guy.”
Draco’s tail lashed, sensing his trainer’s anticipation.
Without warning, Dragapult blurred forward, vanishing into a streak of speed. It reappeared above, unleashing a shadowy Dragon Darts that screamed through the air like missiles. Draco crossed his arms, weathering the blows, snow spraying where they struck.
“Counter with Dragon Claw!” Ace directed.
The claws on Draco’s fist glowed with an arcane energy as he leapt up, swiping through Dragapult’s afterimage, but Dragapult slipped away, its ghostly body phasing just enough to avoid the blow before snapping back with a sharp Phantom Force. Draco caught it square in the chest, stumbling back across the snow.
Ace just laughed, his eyes lighting up. “Oh, you’re fast. Good! Let’s chase!”
Draco roared, wings unfurling as he shot into the sky after Dragapult. The two dragons clashed midair, their forms weaving between jagged ice cliffs. Dragapult darted in and out of visibility like a phantom bullet, but Draco met each strike with raw muscle, forcing it into the open.
Dragapult reappeared above Ace and let loose a devastating Draco Meteor, fireballs of molten dragon energy raining from the sky. The snowfield exploded around them, ice shattering like glass. Ace had to dive out of the way to a skid getting hit. Phillip grabbed Phoebe and pulled her out of harm’s way, narrowly avoiding a meteor hitting the ground.
They spilled on to the ground together nearby as the meteor from Dragapult’s attack hit the area of the ground where Phoebe once stood. The entire area was shaking from the impacts on the meteors.”
Phillip looked down at Phoebe still holding her. “You good?”
Phoebe looked back at him and smiled. “Yeah.” She said softly. Then she gave him a quick kiss of appreciation.
Phillip smiled a devilish grin. “Careful now...”
“Shut up. Don’t ruin it.” Phoebe said.
Ace didn’t see or hear any of this, of course. He was way too caught up in the battle.
“Oh, so that’s how it is?! Draco, Dragon Rush!”
Draco’s body glowed bright as he fired towards Dragapult. Dragapult was still gathering itself after launching the Draco Meteor attack and was caught off guard.
WHAM!
Draco hit Dragapult dead in the chest. The impact ripped through the tundra, rattling their bones and launching a shock wave through the area, bending tree branches.
Both dragons fell back. Both battered, but still standing. Ace pointed sharply, his grin stretching ear to ear.
“Draco, Fire Punch! finish this!”
Draco launched forward, fist blazing. The punch smashed into Dragapult’s side with explosive force, flames flaring against its spectral frame. Dragapult screeched, spiraling back and slamming into the snow, its body flickering weakly.
Ace already had an Ultra Ball in hand. He hurled it in a smooth arc, the ball cracking open mid-flight. Bright light enveloped Dragapult, sucking it inside before snapping shut.
The ball hit the snow. It shook once ... twice ... three times... Click.
Ace exhaled, stepping forward and scooping the ball into his hand with a boyish grin. His cheeks were pink from the cold and the adrenaline.
“I think you’ll like it with me, Dragapult.”
Phoebe, brushing snow off her coat, chuckled as she walked up beside him. “Arceus, Ace. You get this gleam in your eyes every time you see a dragon. You’re like a kid in a candy shop.”
Ace couldn’t help but continue to grin, still holding the Ultra Ball in his palm.
“What can I say? Some kids grow up. I never did.”
Phillip shook his head with a half-smile, adjusting his scarf. “At least now we don’t have to worry about that thing ambushing us later. Just don’t start collecting dragons like trophies.”
Draco landed with a satisfied rumble, standing tall beside his trainer. Ace gave him a pat on the side, still riding the thrill of the fight.
“Nah. Not trophies.” He said. “Family.”
Draco wrapped its wing protectively around Ace as a show of affection.
The group pressed forward, the icy winds nipping at their coats as they continued deeper into the Crown Tundra.
Two days of relentless battles later, The Split Decision Ruins loomed like something the mountains had coughed up, its walls sheared smooth by hands older than history, runes cut so deep the snow refused to cling to them.
The trio finally arrived at the tall stone doors before the imposing facade of the Split Decision Temple. Snow swirled in eddies around the ancient stone, and the runes on the outer wall glowed faintly as they approached. There were three lines of braille inscriptions beside the door. Phoebe walked closer and inspected them.
“Bring forth the one of rock.” “Bring forth the one of ice.” “Bring forth the one of steel.”
The dots on the doors suddenly lit up. The top row of marking glowed in a brownish color, the middle row glowed a bluish color, and the third row glowed a silver color.
“I think ... I think the temple detects the three Hoenn Regis with us.” Ace said, rubbing the Ultra Ball containing his Registeel.
“No shit, Ace.” Phillip replied sarcastically.
The doors then began to swing open with a low groan. The three champions had to quickly back up to make room for the doors’ wide trajectories. They cautiously walked inside. That feeling of being watched still lingered with Ace. He glanced behind them, but still saw nothing unusual. He turned and followed Phoebe and Phillip inside.
As soon as they were in, they all turned around to see what would happen. Unlike the Regi caves in the Hoenn region, however, these doors remained open. Phoebe, Phillip, and Ace looked at each other.
“I thought the doors would close.” Phoebe said softly.
“Me too,” Ace replied. “C’mon, let’s keep going but stay alert.”
They walked up some short steps that led to a single large, rectangular chamber with two stone statues on the far back walls near the center clearly representing the Regis of this temple: Regieleki and Regidrago. The air was heavy, metallic, and seemed to vibrate faintly, as though the walls themselves were humming with restrained power.
One statue was in the left half of the room, which was made of yellowish-colored stone from the floor to the ceiling, and the other statue was in the right half of the room, which was made out of reddish-colored stone. In the middle between the statues there was a braille inscription.
“Choose one path, and the other shall sleep forever.” Phoebe read.
On the floor in front of each statue were ten circular panels in an odd formation.
“What do you make of these?” Phillip asked.
“I’m not sure.” Ace replied. He walked up to one of the panels on the reddish stone side. He paused for a moment, analyzing it. Then he took his right foot and carefully stepped on one of the circular panels. When his foot made contact with it, it lit up in a reddish light.
“Hmm.” Ace then went to another panel and stepped on it. It lit up too.
“I bet...,” he began rubbing his chin, “that these panels act as some sort of passcode to activate the Regis here.”
Phoebe squatted down and surveyed the ten panels on the yellowish side of the temple and then looked at the statue in front of them. Her face then lit up.
“Ace, I think you’re right,” she said standing up, “And I think I’ve figured out what the code is...”
“Really?” Phillip asked, sounding unconvinced. “You figured it out that fast.”
“Well, I am twice as smart as the two of you.” Phoebe replied in a matter-of-fact tone.
“So, what are you thinking, Phoebs’?” Ace asked.
“Just a second.” She said. Then she turned and ran down the stairs.
“Where are you going?!” Phillip called after her.
Phoebe ran all the way outside and turned to get a good look at the markings at the top of the entrance to the temple. She snapped a picture with her PokéNav, and then ran back inside to where Phillip and Ace were still standing with confused looks on their faces.
“Come here and look, you morons.” She said breathlessly.
Ace and Phillip walked over to her and looked at her projected PokéNav screen. It was a still image of the picture she just took of the dot markings above the entrance of the temple just outside.
“See that? All of the Regis have a unique seven-dot pattern on their face. These two here are Regieleki’s and Regidrago’s. I’d bet my life that the floor panels need to be activated in the same pattern as the corresponding Regi in order to wake them up.”
“You know what, Phoebs’?” Phillip said, straightening up. “I take back all those times I said you were a mean hag all those years ago.”
“This mean hag kicked your ass six ways to Sunday back then too.” Phoebe retorted.
“ANYWAYS...,” Ace interjected trying to get the conversation back on track, “Phoebe you really are a genius. Great work.”
Phoebe put her PokéNav away looking very smug.
“There’s still a problem though.” Phillip said. “The temple says we can only awaken one Reggie at a time and the one we don’t awaken is sealed away forever. How do we release both of them?”
Ace stared at the floor panels for a long moment, then his eyes sharpened.
“Not if we don’t play by their rules.”
Phoebe tilted her head. “What are you thinking?”
“We step on the panels at the same time,” Ace said, voice firm. “If we’re in sync and hit the final one at the same time, the temple might think both conditions are met simultaneously.”
Phillip hesitated. “And if it doesn’t?”
“Then one of them seals forever ... or worse, the temple rejects both, and we lose them both Regis, but I’d rather take that shot than walk away with only half the prize.”
“Actually, Ace, that might just work.” Phoebe said, surveying the floor panels and the two statues. “This place is clearly thousands of years old, and I doubt the people who built this place anticipated the codes being entered simultaneously.”
“In any case, it’s probably our best shot at getting them both, so I say we do it.” Phillip added.
“Okay,” Ace said exhaling, “ ... if this works, then it means it’ll be the three of us against the two of them. We each have five Pokémon that we can use so we’ll have 15 in our arsenal against the two of them. Let’s assume they’re, at minimum, as strong as the Hoenn Regis, so we need to be ready.
He pulled out a Poké Ball and turned fully towards them. “You two team up on Regieleki. I’ll take on Regidrago.”
“Ace, Comon—”
“Listen!!” Ace hissed, cutting him off. “I have a lot more experience with Dragon Pokémon than y’all do. Let me take on Regidrago. If I’m having trouble, I’ll call for one of you to assist, I promise, but this is the best strategy. The question is ... Can y’all two work together?”
Phillip and Phoebe looked at each other.
Phoebe scoffed, turning back to Ace. “As long as Phillip is competent enough not to accidentally attack my Pokémon then I’ll be fine.”
Phillip snorted. “And I’ll be fine if Phoebe remembers who’s team she’s on.”
“Team Phoebe for life, bitch.” She retorted.
Ace slapped his hand over his face.
“This could potentially be a disaster...” he thought.
Phillip turned back to Ace. “Also, Ace, you can try and act like this is about experience with Dragons all you want to, but you’re not fooling me.” He folded his arms and tilted his head. “You WANT to face this dragon Regi alone. You’re THRILLED about the idea of battling it yourself, aren’t you?”
“Oh my Arceus, Ace, are you serious?” Phoebe chimed in exasperated.
“Okay, okay, the thought of facing Regidrago alone does carry a degree of excitement for me.” Ace admitted, “But my earlier point still stands. Dragons are my specialty, and if anyone can keep Regidrago from tearing us apart, it’s me.”
Phoebe rolled her eyes.
Phillip sighed. “Fine Ace, but if Regidrago overwhelms you, you will NEVER hear the end of it from me.”
“I accept those terms.” Ace responded, smiling.
Ace then walked over to the floor panels on the red side of the chamber. Phoebe walked over to the floor panels on the yellow side.
Phillip stood off to the side on Phoebe’s side with a Poké Ball in hand, ready.
“Okay. Let’s do the first six panels and then we’ll time the last one so that we step on it at the same time.” Ace said.
Phoebe nodded. Then she began to step on the panels that aligned with the seven-dot shape for Regieleki. Ace then followed suit, doing the same for Regidrago’s seven-dot shape.