Zygard and The Bond Phenomenon.

A Change Of Plans

[There is a song above entitled: Attack on Titan Eren's Berserker theme. It's what I listened to when I wrote this chapter]

There was a brief moment where time seemed to slow down, as the four Pokémon fell from the high ceiling. Every movement of their bodies, correcting trajectories and aiming for their targets, seemed to be in slow motion for Greninja; something seemed wrong with their descent and it didn't take him long to figure it out. The problem was the fear in the eyes of the fifth member of their groups, his fear was just not right.

There are different kinds of fear: there is irrational fear like drowning in a desert, fear that is caused by something you've done such as jumping from a high place and being afraid of injuring yourself; these two influence a person from within themselves and as such can be controlled by themselves. But then there is fear caused by anothers actions, this fear is uncontrollable because it's source resides in someone else and no one can know, for certain, what someone else is going to do.

This last fear was the same as the fear in the Pokémon's eyes as he watched the Admiral reach for a silvery object looped into his belt. The last thing Greninja saw in the Pokémon's eyes was pure terror followed up by anguish, as a four inch long knife was rammed into his guts, and ending on emptiness as he was kicked off the blade by the Admiral callous boot, almost as if the man deemed the corpse unworthy of being removed by his hands.

There was a tight and cold silence as the body fell towards the stone floor; once it hit the floor the tightness and silence exploded into a fury of white hot rage, as the assault team went to work avenging their fallen teammate.

In the first twenty seconds most of the people cloaked in white either fled or sent out Pokémon that were practically useless against the righteous rage of the four remaining members of the assault team. They had basically abandoned their initial plan and were now just down everything and everyone in their path to bring justice to the murderous man behind the sea of white.

By the time they had disposed of his underlings, the Admiral had called out six of his own Pokémon each of them being substantially tougher than the rag dolls they'd fought to get to him. The two groups faced each other for a moment, formed up into tight ranks, as they glared at each other from the few feet between them.

"What do ya say boys one v one, or two v one?" The Admiral said boastfully to his Pokémon causing them to laugh with sinister smiles on their wicked faces.

Before they even had a chance to make a choice two loud roars came echoing down the tunnel, followed by screaming and fast approaching heavy footsteps. Sliding to a stop around the bend Iron Jaw and Máskara came to join the party, with Ziva and Freya perched atop the large Pokémons heads.

"Greninja, Alba got your report and is leading the charge against remaining enemy within the base. She sent us to provide you with some extra backup." Máskara said with an adrenaline fueled crazed look on his face.

The addition of the four, very capable, opponents should have made him a little uneasy, but the Admiral just smiled and laughed. "Looks like they brought us some more play things, make sure to thank them properly when you watch the life leave their eyes." His Pokémon smiled and laughed with him, not showing any sort of problem with what their trainer wanted of them. The village Pokémon saw the indecency and inhumanity of their enemy and knew they had to be stopped, one way or another.

Cristina, Arthur and Rosemary stood together and formed a sort of wedge of claws, teeth, and fists between Greninja and the three advancing Pokémon; this wedge allowed him to vault over the Pokémon and meet the Admiral in one on one combat. At the entrance of the room Ziva and Freya were trying to shoot down two rather agile Pokémon, as Iron Jaw and Máskara beat on a commendably durable Pokémon with four legs and a face made of a solid sheet of iron.