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Kieran yelped as he was knocked back by a stray attack from one of the drones’ Pokémon. He sputtered, coughing to void his lungs of his own sickly blood. He frantically looked around as his vision returned. Drones littered the outskirts of his vision, next to him lie his last Pokémon, Hydrapple, barely breathing; above him stands Kayla and her trusty pink partner. The two made eye contact and Kieran scowled.
“First my title,” he hissed, “then my friends and family, and now my town… Why?”
Kayla smiled sadistically, maintaining eye contact. “You can do anything if you just try.”