Calyrex-Shadow @ Focus Sash
Level: 50
Ability: As One (Spectrier)
EVs: 4 HP / 252 SpA / 252 Spe
IVs: 0 Atk
Tera Type: Ghost
Timid Nature
- Astral Barrage
- Psychic
- Encore
- Protect

Zamazenta-Crowned @ Rusted Shield
Level: 50
Ability: Dauntless Shield
EVs: 100 HP / 4 Atk / 236 Def / 4 SpD / 164 Spe
Tera Type: Dragon
Impish Nature
- Body Press
- Heavy Slam
- Wide Guard
- Protect

Incineroar @ Safety Goggles
Level: 50
Ability: Intimidate
EVs: 244 HP / 4 Atk / 188 Def / 68 SpD / 4 Spe
Tera Type: Bug
Impish Nature
- Fake Out
- Knock Off
- Flare Blitz
- Parting Shot

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Level: 50
Ability: ??????? ?????
EVs: ??? ?? / ??? ??? / ? ???
IVs: ? ???
Tera Type: ?????
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Entry 1
He fell down to one knee.
"Agh, shit!" said Calyrex. "No! Back off, you furry *fuck!*"
Incineroar chuckled. "Or what?" he went. "This ends NOW, Calyrex! You will pay for upsetting the Psychic. You shall pay for your *sins.*"
"**EVERY. LAST. *ONE.***"
Incineroar's hand grew a deep black, almost as if the calm fury of consequence encased it within itself.
Calyrex had dealt with this before. He knows what to do, yet he struggles to hold the angry cat off.
Calyrex formed a circle of light in front of himself. The Incineroar unknowingly swung his claw right into the force field. It didn't even touch the spooky horseman. Incineroar grunted.
"Ngh..." growled the wrestler kitty. "Who do you think you are?!"
The claws of the beast grew dark once more. There was no saving Calyrex now. He closed his eyes and accepted his fate.
***BAM!***
...Huh? It didn't hit him?
Calyrex opened his eyes.
Incineroar laid flat on the ground. Standing above him was Zamazenta.
"Do. Not. Hurt him. **AT. ALL.**"
"Z-Zama?" muttered the shocked horseman.
"Go," replied the golden shield dog. "Now. I'll hold him off. You run to safety."
"O-okay..."
Calyrex fled the scene.
Zamazenta glared back at the minion. "Now..." he said, lifting Incineroar's face off the ground. "You. Go back to your boss. Take even *one* step off the path and I'll roll your carcass up and toss it into the fires that make up your very **flesh. *Do I make myself clear?***"
"Y-yes..." shakingly responded the injured wrestler cat. He got up and ran away.
Meanwhile, Calyrex sat down beneath the trees upon the edge of the forest.
Zamazenta located the injured horseman.
"Oh, thank god," went the metal canine. "You're safe."
"Uh, hehe..." nervously chuckled Calyrex. "Yeaaaahhh..."
Zamazenta sat down alongside Calyrex.
"...Hey, Calyrex?" asked Zamazenta.
"Yeah?"
"I... need to get something off of my chest."
"Oh... I-I do too..."
Zamazenta sighed. "Alright..." he went. "You go first."
"I... I..."
"Let me guess. 'I love you?'"
"Y-yeah..."
"Knew it. Come here."
Calyrex leaped into the arms of Zamazenta.
"I love you. I love you so, **so** much, Zama."
"I love you too, Caly."