"This is it." he scowled, "Exactly what you wanted from me right? I've poured everything that I have and everything that I am into this." with vigorous force Scallio pushed the orb forward and slammed his hand against it.



A massive beam of red energy surrounded by spiraling flames shot forth from the miniature sun with tremendous power and force. Anything caught within its burned to cinders. Even Scallio's arm hadn't gotten away untouched, he could feel the palm of his hand starting to burn but he kept going regardless. If this was to be his last battle then it was going to be one worth remembering.

She'd prepared a speech believe it or not. A long winded monologue brimming with hateful and vile words. The kinds only a salior or satan himself would let slip from their tongue. Now, in front of him, it felt pointless.

There's tension in his shoulders, and try as he might to push it down, he can't. The tucked-away bottle used to stash problems shattered like his bones during that cave-in. Without it, Xander wore his worry in a way he hadn't before. On the surface for the whole world to see.

In the middle of a war-torn and scarred badland, Lucario faces off against a hoard of dragons, alone. His draconic foes swarm the blacken sky, circling him like a predator does its prey. Though riddled with scars, he holds a bone club of vibrant light tightly in his grasp, a defiant flame burning in his eyes.