Hilbert got up to his feet and backed away from the crash site. His heart was thumping so hard, he bet even Hilda could hear it.
I was nearly impaled... by that? Hilbert thought to himself. The spear was made from a bluish metal. It was long and thin and had a handle on the middle.
Two figures descended from the trees onto the crash site. They were dressed in black robes and both of them were wearing masks that covered their entire faces. One of them had a muscular physique. He wore a mask that bore the image of a single eyeball with a slitted pupil. He had leather straps for several daggers, two swords and a pouch for who-knows-what.
The other figure was taller, sleeker and landed more gracefully onto the ground. He wore a sun-shaped masked with a grotesque face carved onto it. The face had two eye holes for the man to see through and had an oversized, crooked nose with fat, pouting lips. He was armed with daggers, three large shurikens strapped to his back and a sheathed, two-handed katana. However, amidst those arsenal of weapons, both of them had Pokeballs strapped to their belt.
"H-Hilbert... do you know these people?" Hilda mumbled in fear at the sight of the two heavily armed men.
"So you're the stranger from the north. This is the bane of Zultan?" The thin one laughed.
"Why the hell are you attacking me?!" Hilbert demanded.
"And apparently he's an idiot too," The muscular one replied. He stood up and placed a hand on his chest and then extended his other hand dramatically towards Hilbert. "You boldly, announce at the Emperor's court that you will eradicate the Zaff. And now, when a someone throws a spear at you, you wonder why."
"So that's what this is about," Hilbert cussed.
"Hilbert, what are you not telling me?" Hilda asked worriedly.
"I told you NOT to follow me," Hilbert barked at her. Now if anything happened to her, he was responsible. He looked at Hilda's face and the look of horror in her eyes was unmistakable.
"Now that she's here, we'll have to kill her too. And all of your Pokemon. Things became a little more... fun," the thin proclaimed excitedly to himself.
"Shintaro, murder them." The muscular one sent out a Pokemon. It was a Toxicroak whose venomous claws looked like they were sharpened not just to break the skin, but to stab deep enough to shred vital organs.
"You brought him today eh, Deimos?" The thin one thought amusingly to himself.
"Just like how you always get Higa to do the job, Phobos," Deimos, the muscular one, replied.
"Higa, it's time to play," Phobos cooed to his Pokeball. In a flash of red light, a Greninja armed with a katana emerged.
"Begin," Phobos said.
Higa the Greninja charged towards Tiny at such a frightening speed- in an instant, she was already in front of him and was about to chop him in half. Tiny narrowly managed to block her attack with the concrete pillar in his hand.
Shintaro the Toxicroak lunged towards Ego with his venomous claws projected outwards. Ego parried Shintaro's left hand away- his claw just missing Ego's face by a few inches- and elbowed him in the gut. Shintaro stood his ground and started thrusting his claws madly towards Ego.
Meanwhile, Phobos and Deimos sped towards Hilbert and Hilda. Hilbert and Hilda huddled close together until they were back-to-back. Deimos pulled out several shurikens and threw them at Hilbert. Phobos unsheathed his great katana and slashed it towards Hilda's neck.
A bright, red flash of light blinded the four of them, followed by a powerful metallic sound that echoed in the forest. When the light faded-
"Sharp!" Moto the Bisharp roared.
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The Golden Throne
Fanfiction[1st place winner of the 2016 Pokemon Watty Awards Adventure Category] A few months have passed since the events of Pokemon White and Hilbert, a now jaded Hero of Unova is searching for a place in a world that is at peace. He sets off for the Kanto...
