The Pokemon glared at the PokeChasers with angry eyes, freezing them in place. After a moment's hesitation, Sierra threw a Pokeball and shouted "Go!"

Out came her strongest Pokemon, Flare, looking determined.

"Thanks Sierra!" shouted Chase, as he took Chris's hand and they ran inside.

With her friends out of danger, Sierra turned to her opponent.

The Pokemon's back was covered in yellow scales, like armor. It's head and torso were black, and its eyes were red. It had two blades protruding from the sides of its head.

"Flare, use Flame Charge!"

Flare ran at the Pokemon, as fast as her stubby legs could take her. As she ran, she was encased in a pocket of flame. She collided with the other Pokemon with immense power, but the attack did hardly any damage.

The Pokemon formed a ball of purple energy in its hands and launched it at Flare. The attack, which Sierra recognized as Dragon Rage. The attack hit Flare dead on and flung her into the grass behind Sierra.

"Flare!" Sierra cried out. Flare emerged from the bushes shaking, but on her feet. Sierra then knew this would be a tough battle.

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Chase and Chris were about halfway up the tower when their path was blocked by yet another Pokemon. This one, though not as big, looked just as menacing. It was red with yellow stripes and had a brown, crescent shaped face.

Chase pulled a Pokeball off his belt. "Go on Chris," he told her.

"I got this."

Chris ran up the spiral stairs and to the next floor. "Go Wott!" Chase's powerful Dewott appeared in a red flash.

"Wott, use Razor Shell!"

Wott pulled both shells of his thighs and a familiar blue blade extended from each one. Wott charged the Pokemon and slashed the mysterious creature. Chase figured it must've been a fire type because the Pokemon was visibly affected.

"This will be easy," Chase told himself.

Then the Pokemon opened its mouth and a short burst of flame shot out, slamming into Wott. Wott slammed into the wall.

"And I stand corrected."

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When Chris got to the top of the stairs, she couldn't believe what she saw. Standing only yards away from the stairs was Adam and two more Team Plasma goons. They were standing in a huddle around the bell at the top of the tower.

"I don't know Phil," Adam said to the man on his right. "The Sierra's pretty strong. I don't think the Haxorus will stop her."

"Please," said Phil. "My Haxorus can stop a little Tepig."

"Yeah," said the third man. "Well, my Heatmor can stop even the most powerful water type."

"Well Collin," Adam said. "That theory will be put to the test. Chase's Dewott may very well be the most powerful in the region."

"Darn right it is!" Chris shouted, stepping up the last few steps. Adam and his goons whipped around.

"Who the-"

"It's okay Phil. I know this one," Adam told his right-hand man.

"I don't think I've met your goons yet," Chris said.

She obviously had touched a nerve.

"Oi!" Collin shouted. "He may be the boss but we're not his servants!"

"That's enough Collin!" shouted Adam. "So, I assume you came up here for a reason."

"That's right!" Chris said defiantly. "I've come to stop you!"

"Mighty confident, isn't she?" said Adam. "Well, whose ready to stop her?"

"My Pokemon's battling your girlfriend," said Phil.

"She's not my girlfriend!" Adam whined. "It's an act and you know it!"

"Well, mine is battling the boy," said Collin. "That means you're up."

"Okay then. Go Whirlipede!"

"Go Mini!"

Adam's purple poison type squared off against Chris's Munna, Mini.

"Here we go," Chris muttered.