A little love story between Lucario and Braixen

Sparring gone Wrong

"Ha! You will have to do better!" Frost laughed as he dodged a Shadow Ball, retaliating with a thrown Frost Fang (a combo that took him a few days in training to figure out how to do). With a swift Shadow Claw, Nightmare sliced through it with ease. "You are one to talk," Nightmare smirked before he rushed the Glaceon, throwing a fist wrapped in a Shadow Ball at the ice type. "Protect!" Frost called, a silver barrier forming right between his cheek and the dark types fist. "Nice one! Now let me do the same!" Frost retaliated, enveloping his paw in ice energy before swinging it right into Nightmares stomach. Gasping for air, Nightmare fell back wards before falling to his knees.

"Yes; I win!" Frost cried, swinging his leg for a round house kick. "Nope!" Asriel broke in, diving forward and throwing up a makeshift barrier of aura to defend his fellow warrior. The kick landed solidly, but it was Frost that was hurt. "OWW! What the hell Asriel!" Frost cried in anger, holding his foot in pain. "Hey, you know as well as I do; this part of the training! Undeclared attacks!" Asriel laughed, punching Frost back in the gut.

Gasping for air, Frost stumbled back, holding his stomach. "Ha! You are training with u-," Asriel began, only for Frost to throw up on his feet. "WHAT THE HELL!!!" Asriel yelled, moving to get away from the vomit... only to slip and land face first in it. "ASRIEL!" Flae yelled, running to the fallen Lucario, who was stiff all over his body, unmoving. "Asriel?" Brittney asked, slowly moving to her boyfriend, whose body was starting to twitch.

Without warning, Asriel bolted up from the mess, screaming for a shower as he ran to the wash room. Everyone else slowly turned back to the glaceon, a steely glint in their eyes as the glaceon finally recovered from the blow. "What? I can't resist my Mom's pancakes; they are the best!" the glaceon defended as he threw in a peppermint into his mouth. "True," Brittney replied, momentarily forgetting about what just happened. "Clean this up!" Orron growled, throwing a mop at the glaceon (he had gone to the closet with the cleaning agents) before storming off to go practice his Shadow Claw on a target dummy. "Asriel is a slight germophobe; not enough to really act on it, but I am sure that was over the top for him," Brittney explained to Flae when she asked.

THREE HOURS LATER

Asriel came back spraying Lysol on his fur (Hawaiian pineapple, favorite scent), scrubbing furiously at his fur with a towel. "WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL!!!" Asriel yelled at Frost, who had just finished cleaning up his vomit. "Sorry; I had to eat breakfast. My mom would not let me leave if I didn't!" the glaceon defended. "You are on water duty for the rest of training!" Asriel snapped, charging an aura sphere when the glaceon looked like he was going to protest, glaring the ice type into motion. "Water, get your water here!" the glaceon called, holding a glass up for Pokemon to go and drink.

"Orron, you are up with me!" Asriel called to the Zoroark. "Gotcha!" Orron replied, following Asriel to a fresh sparring mat, the four other Pokemon standing around the outer circle, moves charged and ready to go at a moments notice. "You ready?" Asriel asked as he warmed up his body, doing some basic stretches as Orron just cracked his knuckles. "Are you?" Orron replied, lunging forward, slashing with a Shadow Claw. Dodging the blow, Asriel responded by throwing a punch to Orron's gut, jumping back before he could get an elbow to the face.

Without a moment's hesitation, Orron darted after the Lucario, laughing as he used Dark Pulse. Asriel just barely dodged the attack, feeling the strength behind the attack. 'He must be training hard,' Asriel thought as he jumped back, reassessing his friend. 'Let's see how hard he has been working!' Asriel shouted in his mind, darting forward and throwing his elbow to Orron's chest. To his complete surprise, Orron caught the attack and retaliated by swinging the fighting steel type around before throwing him to the left. "Oomff!" Asriel grunted when he landed, rolling to reduce his momentum, stopping on his feet. "Come on; don't tell me you were being lazy this whole time, telling us to train while you relax!" Orron smirked good-naturedly, getting into a better fighting stance, one that Asriel recognized instantly.

"Really? How much Dragon ball Z have you been watching, O son Goku?" Asriel smirked back before running forward for a re-engagement. Right before he reached Orron, Asirel formed a bone staff in his paws before swinging it like a staff, Orron just dodging the attack. "Ha!" the Zoroark laughed, only to grunt in pain when Asriel used the other end to jab him in the leg. "Look out; you might get hit!" Asrie laughed before continuing the assault.

Asriel felt it before it landed. Jumping up and out of the way, he just managed to get out of the way of a Fire Spin, fired by Flae. Smiling up at him, Flae used Baby Doll eyes, distracting him long enough for him to be hit in the side by a Shadow Ball. "No distractions remember?" Orron laughed as he pounced, his fist enveloped in a Shadow Ball as it swung downward. Rolling out the way, Asriel swung a fist at Orron's back; not enough to hurt him badly, but enough to throw him off balance. As the Zoroark rolled, Asriel got back up to his feet and formed another bone staff, ready for the next assault.

Or so he thought. Orron threw himself off the ground and bolted to the Asriel, his entire body surrounded in a completely black aura. Asriel was forced on the defense as Orron attacked with lightning fast strikes, just able to block or dodge. 'Arceus he's fast!' Asriel grunted as he blocked a blow. Orron's eyes seemed to glow as, with one last Shadow Claw strike, split the bone staff in two, it shortly disappearing. Lunging forward, Orron struck out to Asriel's chest, aiming for his heart.

Asriel was saved by Leirsa using Psychic to hold Orron in place. "WHAT THE HELL!?!?" Leirsa yelled at Orron, running forward and throwing a series of punches at speeds Asriel was unable to follow, mostly because of shock as he fell backwards.

'Did Orron... just try to kill me?'