“That’s not the plan, dear,” replied the Leavanny, giving a shrug. ~Pokemon are made of tougher stuff. ~You won’t,~ the voice frantically responded, seeing the cracks starting to form on the shield. “Aww, you don’t want to come to me?” Asked the Leavanny, that wicked glare staring daggers at me. I could win this! I like to think I’m reasonable, you know? She wobbled a bit as she stood completely to her feet, her eyes having shimmered slightly with the same light from my blade before they returned to their dark, malignant gaze. She didn’t look injured despite taking what appeared to be a sharp blade to her chest. A hostage situation. Just let go~!” Choices:
The next part of this story splits into two choices. I had lost my sword, but gained a shield in return!
