This blog is for Mewtwo and Hendori, the latter being here to aid in the recovery of Mewtwo's 'true self'.

I advise that no one else intervenes, or they will be put at great risk.... Mewtwo isn't himself, I doubt he would even care if his opponent was friend or foe at this point....

So I leave you with one final warning; No one, save for someone who wishes to die a gruesome and horrific death, should attempt to intervene in Mewtwo and Hendori's battle.....

You have been warned.....

Mewtwo may now be back to the way he was, but at a friend's request, the battle will continue. ^^

*I cry out in pain as I hit the rocky ground with such force that my body tears a colossal grove in the earth, great trails of dust being thrown up in my wake as I continue to carve a path of destruction within the desolate wasteland, finally coming to a stop upon colliding with an enormous murky red boulder in an eruption of red sand and flying debris, said boulder cracking to the point of collapse under the force of my collision with it’s dusty red surface.

Once the dust finally settles I am revealed to be standing before the destroyed landmark, somehow still able to stand even after being subjected to the full force, and resulting planetary impact, of Arceus’ immensely powerful ‘Hyper Beam’ attack. Numerous gashes and lacerations now adorn my sparking Feline form as I glare darkly up at the currently faintly smirking Alpha Pokemon responsible for my injuries whom is hovering a few hundred metres above the dusty red ground without so much as a scratch on his colossal Equine form to show for our titanic battle, my blazing ‘Psychic Aura’ still flaring wildly around me as I try to pinpoint some sort of weakness in the false God’s technique and movements*

‘All those hits and he’s not even showing the slightest sign of fatigue......’

*I think furiously as I try to formulate a new strategy, my sharp and calculating mind coming up with very few viable options despite my exceptional intelligence and vast battle experience, earning a low snarl of frustration from me as I realize that I have no choice.... I have to take this up a level..... A new level.

With my mind made up I focus my mind and slowly begin to ascend into the air, my bright ‘Psychic Aura’ momentarily intensifying as I pick up speed and begin to rapidly accelerate towards Arceus’ calmly hovering form, whom merely glowers in response, the tattered and torn remains of my infamous brown leather cloak billowing noisily out behind me as I near the supposed ‘God’ of all Pokemon.

I come to an abrupt halt in midair about three hundred metres from the glaring Alpha Pokemon as a gentle breeze catches the dusty red sand far below our airborne forms, casting him an equally dark glare as I slowly straighten up and willingly negate my ‘Psychic Aura’, returning me to my usual form and earning a momentarily surprised look from the usually impassive and aloof false God, though Arceus quickly gets over his surprise and flashes me a victorious smirk as he speaks for the first time since our battle began, the booming timbre tone of his voice dripping with mocking sarcasm*

“Have you finally come to realize the futility of your struggle, Clone? It’s about time you realized that you could never hope to defeat your God.....”

“Be silent, you inbred Ponyta!”

*I bark out, causing the enormous Equine Pokemon to bristle angrily in indignation over the insult as I continue to speak, my unnaturally deep baritone voice enraged yet somehow strangely passive as I address the enemy who has hunted me for so many long years, my deceptively strong long arms remaining at my sides as my long muscular purple tail weaves elegantly through the air behind me*

“I just though it was time to give you a lesson about Psychics.....”

“I don’t need a self righteous lecture from you, Clone!”

*Arceus cuts in, his ruby red eyes flashing to gold in his anger, his bright golden aura momentarily dancing with red sparks of his almost limitless energy before something unexpected halts him in his tracks; the smirk that just appeared upon my battle weary and bloodied face*

“Oh, I guarantee you’re gong to like this...... As you already know, this is my normal form....”

*I cut across whatever the now slightly wary Alpha Pokemon’s response was going to be as my ‘Psychic Aura’ suddenly blazes into existence for the second time today, intensely bright blue light suddenly erupting from my tall Felin

*I slowly stride along the middle of the deserted main road leading up towards the center of Celadon city with my waterlogged long brown leather cloak hanging limply from my broad shoulders despite the unnaturally powerful gale force winds that currently plague this great city, numerous Humans staring down through the high windows of the colossal skyscrapers in both amazement and fear as I continue to walk slowly towards the city center, though their gaze's are not solely locked upon me….

Giant heavy raindrops the size of golf balls harmlessly pound my tall silvery feline form as I slowly turn my narrowed lavender irise’s cold yet determined gaze towards the pavements either side of me, just about every single one of the fabled ‘Legendary’ Pokemon in existence standing/hovering/flying/levitatin
 g there in silence as they each regard me differently in turn.

The small yet incredibly powerful psychic Pokemon known as Mew, the so called Mother of all Pokemon, is noticeably crying even through the near hurricane-like conditions, practically sobbing as she stares sadly after me. The small green psychic fairy called Celebi, and the smaller white fairy named Jirachi, both holding her in a comforting embrace as they too stare sadly after my tall feline form.

Next comes the large flying/levitating forms of the ‘Legendary Birds’; Articuno, Moltres, Zapdos, Lugia, and Ho-oh. And the quadruped forms of the ‘Legendary Dogs’; Entei, Suicune, and Raikou; Each regarding me with; Grief, Sympathy, Anger, Hatred, Pity, Grudging respect, Sadness, and Unhappy admiration respectively.

Next come the colossal hulking forms of both the Hoenn trio’s; Rayquaza, Groudon, Kyogre, and Regirock, Registeel and Regice. Then beside them, the Altomare draconic duo of Latias and Latios. The first six fixing me with unreadable yet passive looks, whilst Latias and Latios stare silently down at me with utmost sadness as I stride wordlessly past them.

After them comes the diminutive psychic trio of Uxie, Mesprit, and Azelf. Opposite them on the other side of the road stands/levitates Cresselia, Darkrai and Regigigas. All of whom aside from Cresselia and Darkrai stare emotionlessly down at me. Meanwhile Darkrai is gently holding a crying Cresselia in his ghostly black claws whilst he stares sadly yet respectfully up at me as I pass them.

The muffled sound of rapid footsteps suddenly fills the air as a sobbing red and blue blur breaks from the ‘Legendaries’ formation and launches herself at me, throwing her DNA patterned arms around my secondary neck tubule as she buries her face in my broad chest whilst crying hysterically, revealing herself to be the psychic DNA Pokemon known as Deoxys*

“You can’t go, Mewtwo! I won’t let you! He’ll kill you!”

*I respond by gently returning Deoxy’s heartfelt embrace with my long arms, momentarily coming to a halt as I finally open my mouth in order to speak, my deep masculine voice’s tone strangely soft and comforting as I stare sadly down at the hysteric fellow psychic type.

“I must, Deoxys….. And you know that he’ll make the others stop you if you try to interfere….. I have to do this…….”

“So….. You have come….. I thought you might have attempted to flee….. I admire your valour, Mewtwo…..”

*Both I and Deoxys glance up from our locked gaze’s to glare at the source of the booming baritone voice, our respective lavender and golden irises burning with pure unchecked and unrestrained malice, my words razor-edged with venom as I snarl out a response, my deep masculine voice’s tone now heavily laden with hatred and rage*

“You...........”