Pokemon: The Legacy of Dragons

The Fate Spoon in Sabrina's hand trembled, its tip pointing unerringly toward Logan location—not just his position, but the path to her victory. Yet just as she raised a hand to command her Alakazam to strike, she froze.

Her Alakazam was wincing in pain. And even standing behind it, Sabrina felt a stinging, needle-like assault against her skin.

'He's using the cave's narrow space to turn a weather-controlling move into a weapon.'

She held out her palm, watching as the raging sandstorm sliced a thin cut across her flawless skin. Logan had turned the environment against her—funneling the sandstorm's fury into a concentrated blast.

"A last resort," Sabrina muttered. "Alakazam, end this—Psycho Cut! ...No, behind us!"

Her instincts screamed. She whirled around just as a Poké Ball materialized out of thin air behind her.

"Teleporting a Poké Ball? Clever. But if this is your best trick, you're more pathetic than I thought."

Sabrina rarely spoke in battle. But something about Logan made her want to break him—not just defeat him, but humiliate him.

Alakazam reacted instantly. The Psycho Cut meant for the sandstorm's heart instead slashed backward, splitting the air—and the Poké Ball—in half.

"One less Pokémon to worry about. Now, where's your—?!"

Her breath hitched. The shattered ball was empty.

"Too slow, Sabrina! Gabite, Dig!"

Logan's voice echoed from within the sandstorm, his laughter sharp.

"Mr. Mime, Light Screen! What's your next—?!"

Sabrina hovered, unshaken. Mr. Mime's barrier shimmered beneath her, ready to repel Gabite's strike.

But nothing happened.

"Impossible!"

Most Pokémon obeyed commands literally. But logan's Gabite had understood deception.

"You use psychic bonds to command. I speak to dragons. Sabrina, your mind's too scrambled to think straight!"

Logan's voice was suddenly too close. The Fate Spoon in her hand bent violently.

"You're insane!"

When she finally saw him, her blood ran cold.

Logan stood unprotected in the sandstorm's fury, his skin shredded by countless cuts—his own Pokémon's attack tearing into him. Yet he grinned through the pain.

"You were so busy watching for Gabite and Mewtwo, you never saw me coming."

He lunged. "On your knees, Sabrina! Dratini, Wrap!"

This time, the Poké Ball wasn't a bluff.

Dratini's serpentine body shot out—slithering between Sabrina's legs, coiling around her waist, then constricting her throat. She gasped, her face flushing crimson as she was forced into a painful, twisted arch before being slammed onto the ground.

Logan pinned her beneath him, his grip ironclad. Alakazam and Mr. Mime hesitated—one wrong move, and Sabrina would take the hit too.

"Ghk—! C-Cough—!"

Her vision blurred. Dratini's coils were too tight, too skilled—locking her in a position that was almost... indecent.

"Ease up, Dratini ! Don't choke her out!"

Logan's command came just in time. If Sabrina died, her Pokémon would slaughter him next.

She gasped as air flooded back into her lungs—only for the earth beneath them to explode in tremors.

The cavern shook. Cracks split the ceiling. Boulders rained down.

"You'd bury us?!" Sabrina's voice was raw. "An Earthquake here will collapse the mountain!"

Logan grinned, flipping their positions so she shielded him from the falling debris. "I'd love to die with you, Sabrina, but I've got plans. Lucky for me, your Pokémon can stop this."

"You—!"

A monstrous slab of rock plummeted toward them—enough to crush them both.

Sabrina clenched her teeth. She had no choice.

"Mr. Mime, Reflect! Alakazam, reinforce it!"

Her voice was thick with fury. She had outplayed Logan once—yet he had countered with lies, bluffs, and now her own survival instinct.

She had lost. Not in strength, but in strategy.

And as the mountain collapsed around them, Sabrina realized—logan had broken her.

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