The sun was blazing down upon the beach, turning such a beautiful day into an inferno. Blink stood there with multiple other Fire-Types, her guild members and family, and looked up at her aunt, Vix, the most glorious of the Ninetails. Vix looked distraught as she slowly took out a single sealed letter and said, "The Queen has requested that each guild send at least one of our members to the Hope's Eyes, so that the rest of us may stay here and protect Sakura Isle." Vix's eyes never once made contact with the small Vulpix, which gave her the notion that she would be given such an honor. "As we all know, it will be a great loss to our small family to lose a member, but we know that it will be for the best and that we will be returned to each other when the Great War has been put to a stop." Vix nodded to Blink, who stepped forward and bowed her tiny red-head to her guild master as well as her aunt. "I have selected Blink to go, for she shows great potential and has great leadership skills. Because she still has so much yet to learn, I believe that it is her time to go out into the world and bloom, and show the world the power and pride that we of the Burnt Up guild possess."

Blink took the letter in her mouth and blushed a little as the other members cheered for her. She knew that her time on this safe haven would soon come to an end, but she knew better than to allow herself to be caught up in fear and anger. With one final kiss and hug from many of her "family", she returned to Wisp, which was bustling with life more than ever since the Great War had begun.

"..."

Scythe stood on top of his 'home', which was merely dug into a mountain's cliff, overlooking the city of Wisp. His long black scarf trailed through the wind, seemingly pulses in time with the Pokémon's heartbeat. The large parchment was clenched in his clawed hands, which were not transformed into their blade forms just yet - it's not practical for everyday life, after all. "Hope's Eyes, hn?" He whispered into the wind, clenching the letter into a small ball and allowing it to drift out into the sky. They wanted him for his expertise in the more..,adult method of dealing with enemies, as most Pokémon in this world shied away from blood and death. His agility, strength, and stealthy prowess was also a redeeming factor.

"Hopefully this will be a challenge..."

In a blink of an eye, Scythe disappeared from his perch, his speeding form only a blur to even the most trained eyes.

As the sun blinded Ghost for a brief moment, he knew what he must do... His members all have fallen to the enemies... And nows he must restore their honor... To fight and take revenge upon those who slayed his brothers and sisters in battle...
No one would remain alive... and his scar would be proof of his vaul... He would become even stronger and will bring back the honor of the Black Ones back to its glorious state it once had... The Black Ones were feared by many enemies... And now we are nothing but a pile of ash... Just Ghost was left of the team that once bloomed so high...
As his eyes were filled with darkness, he knew that he had to move on... Keep looking forward and become even stronger... The letter in his hand would make him be able to grow even stronger than before! He would surpass any other pokemon and will become the greatest... But he must never leave his purpose out of sight... Gaining his revenge...

As he walked closer to the city, he knew he would be able to soon see the teammembers that he would fight along side with, he wasn't a leader that was for sure... But he certainly wasn't a follower eather! He would always do what felt right for him, and not what others commanded him to do! That was Ghost's way of life, only do what you want to do, and never get commanded to do something! For he wasn't a dog... Not anymore!

As Ghost walked into Wisp he knew he woudnt stray from his path, he would keep on walking untill he would collaps... Or even die... But for now he just had to find the building where they had to meet up, Ghost kept walking untill he found the building and stept inside of it, seeing that no one else was here yet, he just sat down in one of the dark corners of the building, waiting for any other pokemon to enter and to be able to observe them.

Veyas sat with his family, looking at his younger brothers and sisters playing in the main of the den before walking towards his parents room. They looked stern at him, it was his father who spoke (Luxray), "Son we've been asked to send a member of our family as a representative in 'Hope's Eyes". You are the eldest of your brothers and sisters, therefore we wish to send you."
His mother was next to speak, "It is time for you to grow."

Veyas looked back to his family, he didn't speak but he walked out. To most that would be disrespect but the family knew it was part of how Veyas was. He moved to his room grabbed his family emblem, and ran out, off to where the meeting was to be held. He doubted he'd see his family again anytime soon,

Blink managed to weasel her way through the crowd and towards the building that had been once been the main city hall of Wisp. There were multiple floors; the first being a library, the second was a set of meeting rooms, and the top floor was a storage area. From what she had heard over the past few days, they had emptied all of the rooms on the second two floors in order to house the Pokemon gathered to be part of Hope's Eyes. She ignored the stares that she received by the merchants still attempting to sell their wares at a fair price, especially when so many went hungry due to the lack of Poke (the world's currency) circulating. With a small bark, she managed to startle a few passers-by that were blocking the front door to her new "guild". Glancing around, she noticed that the library was gracefully untouched, and she gave a sigh of relief at that. Then, as the posters informed all of the recruits to go to the third floor where the makeshift dining and meeting hall was.

The young Vulpix trotted up the stairs and sat down at the back of the medium sized crowd. Of course, many of the Pokemon on the island would refuse to be recruited and leave their homes and their families behind, so she felt almost angry at that. They should be fighting to protect them... but then again... we're not guaranteed to return when we find all of the Legendaries. With that bitter thought, she glanced to and fro and caught sight of a Riolu, who was probably a refugee to the island, as they had very few of them here to begin with. She quickly looked away, hoping not to make herself seem obnoxious or nosy. I can't screw this up. I must give Vix and the guild something to be proud of.

Scythe had only been in the city for contracts, and even then, it was brief. People stared at the samurai-like Scyther with a sense of fear, even though his stance was more fluid and sharp rather than brawny and intimidating. As he passed by a child, on his way to the location the letter detailed out for him, he felt the little Magby pull on the edge of his tattered scarf, crimson eyes open in wonder.

"Are you going to help us, mister?" The Fire-Type asked, her voice soft, yet determined. Scythe gave her his usual calm smile, bending down and patting her head with a calloused hand. "Look into the moon...and tell me, does it shine with a beautiful light?" He asked, before standing up and leaping onto a nearby rooftop, quickly becoming a blur to the Pokémon below him. The Magby was led away by her mother, although she couldn't help but ponder the samurai's statement. 'Does it...?'

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The tall, lithe Scyther swiftly appeared beside the guild's door, opening up the wooden entrance slightly and darting in, his form seemingly an illusion. A quick glance around showed a rather...empty room, and he climbed the stairs. It was said that the meeting would be taking place on Floor Three of the Guild's Headquarters, and so he headed there, flitting up the stairs with casual assistance from his slim wings. Within seconds, he was inside the room, silently walking amongst the crowd. Keen eyes spotted a Riolu hanging in the shadows, and a smile formed on Scythe's face.

"Fate has cried, and summoned her champions to defeat the Darkness..." He whispered his usual cryptic messages, leaning on the shadowy wall beside the Riolu. "Greetings, Ghost. How has Life been treating you, friend?"

Urek looking at the horizon, an island finally coming into view. The Machoke who was handling the boat turned to the crew "Sakura Isle is up ahead, we'll be there shortly" Urek remained in silence, asking himself so many questions. How could they just ship me off like that. Wasn't it no man left behind Urek dug his talons into the wooden chair, filled with anger but also sorrow. Suddenly, the boat came to a halt and made a loud thud. The machoke turned back to them "Welcome to Sakura Isle" He said as the passengers all got off the boat and headed towards the capital, Wisp. Urek made his way to the capital in no time, seeing multiple recruitment posters speaking about a "Hope's Eye" guild. Urek stared at the poster, wondering if maybe this is why they sent him here. He shook his head, taking a mental note of the address and running around town, looking for the biggest crowd he could find.

Urek skidded to a halt, seeing a giant crowd surrounding a large 3 story building. He smirked "This has to be the place" He said, squeezing between the cracks of the crowd and making it to the front. He entered the building, fascinated by the giant library. There weren't a whole lot of buildings like this from his home town. He quickly walked up the stairs, prepared for whatever lied ahead. There was nothing left for him in his homeland, so he would have to make this his new home.

As a vulpix entered the room, a grin appeared on Ghost his face. A fire type, but how strong would that vulpix truelly be? Would the vulpix even have experience with fighting?!
But Ghost his mind coudn't last long on the Vulpix for, a few minutes later an old friend entered the room... So Scythe was also summoned... An assassin in the midst of the last stand for the pokemons... He ussually only takes contracts and now he joins up with a team to safe the world?
"That is what happens when the light starts to shiffer from fear Scythe" A grin appeared on Ghost his face again, aldo Ghost barelly moved, only his eyes fell onto Scythe.
"Greetings Scythe, just as always, aldo allot has changed since out last meeting. And allot shall change before we shall depart again Scythe"
Ghost barelly showed any emotion, nor told anyone who his true guild was, only those who worked with The Dark Ones would know who their members were and how strong they truelly were...
Aldo the news of The Dark Ones being eliminated never reached the pokemons, it all ended with Ghost running for his life...
Ghost observed the newcomers as he grinned at Scythe "Do you think these newcomers would be able to shed blood Scythe?"

Blink shifted uncomfortably as she noted what kinds of Pokemon had entered the building. By the looks of it, she was one of the few who was a full-fledged citizen of Sakura Isle. She gulped and noted that many of these Pokemon that had been recruited were formerly from the mainland, making them battle-worn and ready. Why is this war even happening? Why are there so many here that have been done wrong? She wondered this to herself before she noticed a Torchic enter the room as well. He appeared to be tired and worse for wear, as if he had traveled a long distance very recently. Suddenly it hit her how many of these Pokemon were going to return to the mainland only to incite their revenge for the families and friends that they had lost. "Clouded judgment is what united us here together today..." She muttered to no one in particular. This thought made her want to cry, but no tears came, not even if she wanted to. "...and it may as well be our ticket to death."

A Cleffairy stood in front of the room, standing as tall as she could in hopes to gather the attention of all those present. "Welcome, everyone~!" She was such a high-spirited Pokemon that it didn't really matter the reason for their submission to such drastic measures. "You have all been selected to stand with Sakura Isle in an attempt to promote peace on the mainland. Whether you were chosen to represent a guild or to represent a family, or you just happen to be a refugee, it no longer matters. In order to stand as a single unit, a single family, we must rid ourselves of our pasts and look towards a brighter future. The Queen has received word from a guild, one who is not corrupt by the promise of power, that there is still hope of restoring peace. In order to do so, I'm sure many of you believe that the Legendaries have turned their backs on us commoners, but it is quite the opposite."

Blink closed her eyes for a moment, her heart had been pounding faster and faster with her chest, her own fear rising into what might be seen as a state of panic. She gulped, trying to regain control of her breathing and pulse, but to no avail. I'm so weak.

"It is believed that there is an organization on the mainland that has managed to subdue the Legendaries, maybe even nullify their powers to the point of near extinction, but they still live! It is up to this new guild, Hope's Eye, to find and restore the power of the Legendaries once again." The Cleffairy shuddered as she looked down at the notes that she was referring to. Then she continued after a short pause, "Some of you may not return to your homes, if you live here on the Isle, while others of you may fall under the corruption. Death is nearly inevitable for some, but can lead to an eternity of hope and peace if sacrifices are made."

Scythe's sharp blue eyes nimbly leaped from Pokémon to Pokémon as he pondered his comrade's words. They eventually landed on a Vulpix, and he noted how she looked down, as if she wanted to cry. His heart went out to the young ones. He was rather young himself, being a young adult, but he felt as if he was an elder to the large amount of young children in the room. He finally spoke up, his calm voice dropping an octave lower. "I truly hope that they cannot."

The Scyther glanced up as the leader, an optimistic and happy Clefairy, stood in front of the small crowd, addressing everyone as equals. Scyther was a rather tall Pokémon, and his eyes pierced the Clefairy's own as she began her small speech. "You have all been selected to stand with Sakura Isle in an attempt to promote peace on the mainland. Whether you were chosen to represent a guild or to represent a family, or you just happen to be a refugee, it no longer matters. In order to stand as a single unit, a single family, we must rid ourselves of our pasts and look towards a brighter future. The Queen has received word from a guild, one who is not corrupt by the promise of power, that there is still hope of restoring peace. In order to do so, I'm sure many of you believe that the Legendaries have turned their backs on us commoners, but it is quite the opposite." Scythe raised an invisible eyebrow, pushing off of the wall and observing the speech even closer. Despite the fact that he and Ghost was in the back of the crowd, he heard every word loud and clear, and his interest was piquing.

"It is believed that there is an organization on the mainland that has managed to subdue the Legendaries, maybe even nullify their powers to the point of near extinction, but they still live! It is up to this new guild, Hope's Eye, to find and restore the power of the Legendaries once again." The Cleffairy shuddered as she looked down at the notes that she was referring to. Then she continued after a short pause, "Some of you may not return to your homes, if you live here on the Isle, while others of you may fall under the corruption. Death is nearly inevitable for some, but can lead to an eternity of hope and peace if sacrifices are made."

Scythe spoke up, his voice quiet and soft, yet powerful enough to echo off the walls, "For visual Peace, I shall vanquish our Foes...even if the biggest Foe may be myself..."

Blink had grown restless, her tails flicking back and forth anxiously, but when she glanced over at the Scyther, she noted that he had a rather calm disposition. In a way, she too felt calm, but perhaps it was only an illusion. She imagined Vix wrapping her nine tails around her small, red frame, and reassuring her that it was for a greater cause. "If you don't learn to face your fear, it will linger in your heart and rot it until you are nothing more than a cowardly shell." Blink remembered her aunt saying. Slowly, but surely, she stood up as tall as she could after she heard the words of the Scyther, her blue-green eyes glimmering relentlessly. It could be noted that many others had perked up after hearing the Scyther's words, and the Cleffairy nodded to Scythe in a grateful manner.

"Now, our task may be a little more difficult than we initially anticipated." She said with a slight amount of disdain, trying to keep their spirits high. "As we all know, the Legendaries hid themselves away only to be found when we were in need of them most. Many of them have vanished from their resting places, or so our sources have said. Many that we believed to be hiding in their caves surrounded by shrines are no longer there. Our first take will be to locate them before we make our move into their rescue and revival. The Queen has already ordered many of our Flying-Types to go seek out areas that may be suspicious, so it may take some time before we can take action." She cleared her throat, "Until we are able to locate at least one of the Legendaries, we shall train here. In order to protect our own, we must learn to become a single family, because nothing--not even torture or death--can tear one apart."

It. was. hot. SO. HOT. Her feet hurt. She was hungry. And she was tired. And why, did they actually send her a letter saying to come here? She had no interest in the problems of some stupid warring kingdoms. For all she cared, they could all go kill each other and she'd pick over the remains and take anything she wanted too. Yet, even as she thought that...something, was compelling her to go. Perhaps this could be a good opportunity? Still, the little Ralts was not in a very good mood at all. She was wearing a scowl on her face and walked with an aggressive gait. Most pokemon were giving her a wide berth, knowing full well that if they got in the little pokemons way she was likely to literally send them flying. She may be small, but she had some very impressive psychic powers. Growing up in the wilderness alone tended to make ones abilities...sharply honed.

She reached the meeting place with relative ease, aside from the heat, her sore feet and hunger. She looked to be one of the last ones to arrive, from the look of the somewhat large group of pokemon already gathered. She took a seat near the back of the room, glad to be off her feet. She had traveled quite a ways in a very short amount of time. She had used her psychic abilities to teleport quite a ways, but ones abilities could only get them so far, and she had to walk the rest of the way. She took a small sandwich out of her satchel that was strapped across her shoulders. She had intended to eat it earlier, but she was interrupted by some morons that thought picking on a small ralts would make for some good fun. It was fun. For her at least. She grinned as she recalled their rather unfortunate accident with a Gyrados's breakfast as she bit into the sandwich and listened while she ate.

Welcome, everyone~! You have all been selected to stand with Sakura Isle in an attempt to promote peace on the mainland. Whether you were chosen to represent a guild or to represent a family, or you just happen to be a refugee, it no longer matters. In order to stand as a single unit, a single family, we must rid ourselves of our pasts and look towards a brighter future. The Queen has received word from a guild, one who is not corrupt by the promise of power, that there is still hope of restoring peace. In order to do so, I'm sure many of you believe that the Legendaries have turned their backs on us commoners, but it is quite the opposite. It is believed that there is an organization on the mainland that has managed to subdue the Legendaries, maybe even nullify their powers to the point of near extinction, but they still live! It is up to this new guild, Hope's Eye, to find and restore the power of the Legendaries once again. Some of you may not return to your homes, if you live here on the Isle, while others of you may fall under the corruption. Death is nearly inevitable for some, but can lead to an eternity of hope and peace if sacrifices are made. Now, our task may be a little more difficult than we initially anticipated. As we all know, the Legendaries hid themselves away only to be found when we were in need of them most. Many of them have vanished from their resting places, or so our sources have said. Many that we believed to be hiding in their caves surrounded by shrines are no longer there. Our first take will be to locate them before we make our move into their rescue and revival. The Queen has already ordered many of our Flying-Types to go seek out areas that may be suspicious, so it may take some time before we can take action. Until we are able to locate at least one of the Legendaries, we shall train here. In order to protect our own, we must learn to become a single family, because nothing--not even torture or death--can tear one apart."

Well, that was some speech. By the time Clefairy had finished, Lucine had finished eating the sandwich and was feeling much better. It all sounded like a long shot to her, especially the part about finding the legendaries. She honestly had no real reason to even go through with this, aside from maybe she'd get to return to the mainland, though that wasn't really much of a good thing. She didn't have many pleasant memories of that place. Still, she was here and she had nothing better to do so she might as well go through with it. She'd probably be able to get into plenty of fights and be able to get stronger without getting in trouble at least.

She looked around at the other pokemon, suddenly feeling very, very alone. She didn't really know anyone here, and she was a bit unsure of what she should do next. Shifting somewhat uncomfortably in her seat, she remained quiet and waited.

Urek remained near the back, not wanting to be in the front since those are usually the first to go. He listened to the "inspiring" speech of the Clefairy. The speech did not rile up or inspire the young Torchic at all. Everything was too vague, the war, the drafting into this new guild and the entire island was mysterious. What exactly were they fighting for? Suddenly, a quiet voice echoed throughout the room. Urek turned, wondering who the voice belonged to "For visual Peace, I shall vanquish our Foes...even if the biggest Foe may be myself..." An older Scyther spoke up, inspiring many of the other pokemon there. But Urek wondered if they knew what he truly meant, if they were really ready to give up their lives for peace. He smirked, a quick flashback returning to his head. He turned his head away, listening to the rest of the speech and waiting til the bitter end.

Blink shivered at the addition of the Raltz, but she made no move to say anything about the negative aura that surrounded her. Before she could make a motion to move away, the Cleffairy spoke once again, "Despite our flying scouts searching for the Legendaries, we will also need some ground troops to go in and search for the Legendaries. This will be a small group that must grow close and be able to work together. The Types that this team is compromised of must be a variety of Pokemon with a large variety of abilities and personalities, as they must be able to communicate with Pokemon on the mainland who will be extremely frightened and angry. I will not sugarcoat this for you guys: this group may have one of the most difficult tasks and your chances of casualties will be increasingly higher...." She then asked, "Do we have volunteers?"

Blink slowly padded towards the front of the room, not really knowing what she was doing. She wasn't aware of her own movements, only that she was moving not of her own accord. When she reached the front of the room, she turned and faced the crowd and suddenly she said, "No one here has to be alone anymore." Looking around, her heart began to pound and blood rushed to her cheeks, but she was lucky that she had fur covering the blush that had risen. "If we continue to give in to our fear, it festers within our hearts and rots there until we are nothing more than mere shells of who we once were." She looked up at the Cleffairy and got a nod of approval to continue speaking. "I will join this team."

Late! Late, late late! Grout had been doing a mining job out near the mountains to gain a little extra poke when he had got the letter. It looked expensive with nice paper and a fancy crest. After reading it Grout had learned he had been summoned to the capital, Wisp. He didn't know why he was chosen, maybe it was that noble he had saved? Or maybe it was because of his skills at digging. Either way it mattered little because his ride had been held up for hours and he was most certainly late.

While the clanking of his steel feet hitting the ground was warning enough for others to get out of the way, the little pokemon was still only several inches over one foot and many of the bigger pokemon just couldn't hear him. It had happened to an Ursaring who just wouldn't get out of the way. Using his momentum and a little more speed, Grout had smashed past him. While yelling out an apologetic sorry, Grout kept moving. He had to get to the meeting.

As he neared the building that the letter told him to be at Grout noticed the great increase in people around it. Distraught Grout tried using one last thing he could. Jumping in the air Grout landed down and started to do what he does best, dig. The stone used to make the steps was little harder to move but he still advanced at an admirable speed. Poking out at the head of the stairs Grout quickly and quietly nudged the door open, hopefully not making to much noise as he continued to clang into the meeting which was apparently about going on a quest.

Well its not like he had anything better to do and besides, if he refused he would probably be more ostracized than he already was being a refugee and all. So he waited and listened, as the clefairy continued its speech Groat realized that this was a dire situation. When the clefairy asked for volunteers Grout was hesitant. If he were to go than who would look out for the other diggers he had made friends with? They were paid not nearly enough to do what they did and the only reason they were paid what they were was because, quite frankly, Grout scared the graveler who ran the operation. However if he did do this than he could actually gain control of the miners, giving them a chance. Plus he was close to evolving, he could just feel it. Like a static that had been building for awhile now, just waiting to be let out. Maybe this adventure could give him the final push needed he needed.

Raising his voice, Grout said "I volenteer for this mission!" with a surprising amount of confidence, even to himself.

As Ghost listened to the speech, he almost had to hold his laighter in.
Aldo Scythe would know the dark mind of him a little bit, he would also know that nothing truelly scares Ghost.
As the speech ended, he looked at the two who already went to the gront, but at that moment Ghost coudn't hold his laughter in anymore.
A dark laughter filled the entire room as Ghost stood up, he slowly walked to the front and then stood upon the table that was in the middle of the room.
"Do you truelly believe that these would survive a single day?! They woudn't last a single day out there! They are new to war and woudn't be able to kill in the first instant that an enemy approaches! And I would know, their auras are nore true than their words would be!"
Ghost never would work with others who woudn't even dare to protect.
This would mean that Scythe and him would be the ones who were going to do the hard work and this would also means that they would remain in the dark.
"But... If they truelly wish to do so, to fight a war, to get blood on their paws, then I would train them. I will make sure they will be ready, no mather what the cost, even if it means that one of them will die under the training"
A dark grin appeared on Ghost his face as he looked around the room, all these newbies would fall in battle like no time, especially when we will reach the darker paths.

Volunteer? To go to the mainland? Well, she said she would go but Lucine was having some second thoughts about this. Shouldn't they compensate the volunteers in some way? At least make it worth their while or something. She didn't really do anything just out of the good will of her heart, that was just asking for some other pokemon to take advantage of you.

"If we continue to give in to our fear, it festers within our hearts and rots there until we are nothing more than mere shells of who we once were." She looked up at the Cleffairy and got a nod of approval to continue speaking. "I will join this team."

The Vulpixs words...were naive, to say the least, yet, Lucine couldn't help but to give a small smile at her words. She truly believed that, didn't she? For some pokemon, fear wasn't so easily overcome. She wasn't saying she was afraid, she wasn't - not that she'd admit even to herself, but she had seen what fear could do to some pokemon. Not that she attempted to save them. It was survival of the fittest out there, and most would turn on you the second they got in a tight situation. Before she got a chance to volunteer, however, a Riolu interrupted.

'"Do you truly believe that these would survive a single day?! They wouldn't last a single day out there! They are new to war and wouldn't be able to kill in the first instant that an enemy approaches! And I would know, their auras are no truer than their words would be!"

At the end of this pokemons speech. She glared at the Riolu with a scowl. So he thought he was all that, huh? Big talk for someone who would likely run at the first sign of trouble. She wasn't about to let this insult slide. Oh, she wouldn't hurt the guy, not yet. She didn't want to get kicked out before she could volunteer, but she wasn't going to let that moron get away with those words either. She'd now join just for the pure satisfaction of bringing this guy down a peg. Arrogant little twit. She found him rather amusing though, and couldn't help but to laugh. As he finished there was a second round of laughter, from her this time.

"Yo, the mutt standing on the table!" She called out, standing up from her chair making sure the Riolu could see her as she walked to the front of the room. "Quit talking like your some big shot. What makes you think you're so much better than everyone else? You were in a guild? Please, don't make me laugh. I bet that guild was full of wimps like you." She reached the front of the room, and turned to face the crowd, the Riolu specifically. "I bet you've never even had to fight for your life, simply because you were being attacked by some random wild pokemon that would have killed you just for the fun of it. Or, had to survive for a week on whatever you could find on the forest floor. So don't think so highly of yourself, because you're not that great." She paused for a moment as she adjusted her satchel and looked across the room.

"I'll be volunteering as well. You guys could use a pokemon who knows what they're actually doing on your team." She said with confidence.

Ghost looked at the Ralts making her way to the front, the words that came from her lips made Ghost grin, he found at least one other who saw the war and yet she wasn't that bright.
her words ment nothing to him as he just stood still on that table.
Almost brushing her words off him he just glanced at her, with no expression at all on his face.
"It seems you lack the knowledge of seeing an war veteran when you see one, but still, my past is for only me and not to be shared, my secrets are ment to stay in the dark and not ment to be heard and my strenght will come to light once the time is right. Unless you would dare to challenge me right here, right now"
A dark smile appeared on Ghost his lips as he glanced trough the room, the only true fighters here were Scythe, that Ralts and me. And yet the only one who knows Ghost his powers for just a bit is Scythe.
"But do know that I fight by the rule of a death match, the fight ends untill one of the two is death"

Was this guy serious? Challenge...her? Did this guy really think so little of her? She laughed loudly at the thought of that. It was hilarious, even if it made her furious. Did this Riolu not understand what he was getting into? First of all, she had the type advantage over him. Secondly, she could end his miserable life without even moving an inch, if she so wished. Whatever was going through this idiots head, she didn't care. She had just been challenged, and she wasn't going to back down from said challenge.

"War veteran? you" Lucy continued to laugh. "You obviously can't see one either. I may not have fought in some big battle, but there are many types of war. My war, was surviving. I've beaten everyone who has so much as even looked at me funny. I think I can handle myself." As she talked, she slowly began to focus her psychic energies. She wasn't as dumb as this Riolu seemed to think. Surviving took smarts, resourcefulness, and above all, hitting first.

"You want a fight to the death, I'd be more than happy to rip that smug little grin off your face, mutt." With that, a strong telekinetic force surrounded the Riolu, threatening to crush him instantly.

Scythe finally stood up tall, his eyes narrowing slightly as he sensed a slight pressure in the current atmosphere. A fight was beginning to break out between the Riolu and the Ralts, and he wasn't sure if he wanted to see it through. While it was true that Riolu fought in the previous war, and that he was an experienced fighter, Scythe didn't want to see an innocent little girl die or get injured because of the small Pokémon's arrogance.

"Peace is a relative notion when two forces collide," he whispered, suddenly appearing beside Lucy, placing a calming claw on her left shoulder. The gesture certainly wasn't threatening in anyway, and if anything, he seemed to be trying to stop a collision. "Let's not fight like the ones we are trying to defeat. Reign in your temper, and thrive..." Scythe stood up from where he had been crouching, fixing Ghost with a sudden cold stare.

"We are here to help, not to share personal beliefs, for unwanted observations are just that. Let us find peace." Scythe glanced over the crowd, before finally saying, "I volunteer."