Manny bellowed, the deep sound reverberating through the arena like a war drum. The ground trembled as he charged forward, his massive frame radiating raw power. His tusks gleamed with frost, and each step thundered like the approach of an avalanche. Pryce's Mamoswine stood its ground, muscles tense but unwavering, a towering symbol of hardened experience.
The impact was catastrophic. Manny's charge slammed into his father with the force of a landslide, sending a shockwave through the arena. Ice shattered and cracked, chunks flying into the air as the collision shook the very earth beneath them. Pryce's Mamoswine grunted as it slid back, digging its hooves into the ice to steady itself. But Manny didn't stop. He spun on his hooves, charging again with a combination of relentless power and calculated precision.
"Scrat!" Alex shouted.
With a roar, Manny launched into Scrat, his combo of Thrash, Body Slam, and Trailblaze. He moved like a juggernaut, battering Pryce's Mamoswine with unrelenting strikes, building speed with every hit. Each clash of tusks and shoulders sent cracks spiderwebbing across the icy battlefield. The ground quaked beneath their might, and the air filled with the deafening sound of their battle.
For a moment, it seemed as though Manny's raw strength would overwhelm even his father's experience. But then, Pryce's Mamoswine shifted its stance, its eyes gleaming with a sharp, knowing light. It bellowed, a guttural sound that silenced the battlefield for a heartbeat before it surged forward with calculated precision.
Pryce hadn't spoken a word, yet his Mamoswine began to stack Curse, its muscles swelling as its strength and defense grew. Manny's next charge met an immovable force. When their tusks collided, it was Manny who faltered. The elder Mamoswine's tusks twisted, catching Manny in a calculated maneuver before he was sent flying like a rag doll.
Manny crashed to the ground with a resounding thud, skidding across the icy surface before coming to a halt. He scrambled to his feet, shaking himself off as he stared at his father with wide, bewildered eyes. For the first time in the match, he seemed shaken.
Alex's voice cut through the icy air. "He's stacking Curse. Stay focused, Manny! We need to fight smarter."
Manny huffed, his breath visible in the cold as he steadied himself. Despite the setback, his determination burned brighter than ever. He stomped a hoof, signaling he was ready. Alex took a deep breath, the weight of the moment settling over him.
"Alright, big guy," Alex said. "It's time. Ice Age."
Manny roared, and the world seemed to freeze for a second before chaos ensued. The storm he summoned was nothing short of apocalyptic. Snowscape erupted first, blanketing the battlefield in a torrent of snow that obscured everything. Then came Hail, razor-sharp shards of ice pelting the ground, creating a whiteout so dense that visibility was reduced to nothing. The temperature plummeted, the winds howling like a feral beast.
But this time, Manny didn't stop there. A Sandstorm swirled into the chaos, mixing with the snow and hail to create a deadly blizzard of ice and grit. The storm howled with such ferocity that even the hardened walls of the arena groaned in protest. Each particle of sand became a cutting blade, carried by the gale-force winds, slashing through anything exposed. The chaos was further amplified by Rain Dance, causing sheets of freezing rain to cascade through the air. Each droplet froze mid-fall, forming jagged icicles that cut into anything they touched.
To top it off, Manny summoned Stealth Rocks, which erupted from the ground in jagged shards, peppering the battlefield and creating treacherous obstacles for Pryce's Mamoswine to navigate. The arena became a true hellscape, a swirling maelstrom of snow, sand, ice, and stone.
For anyone else, this would have been a frozen hellscape, a death trap of cold and chaos. But for Manny and Alex, it was home. They thrived in the storm, their bond honed by years of training in similar conditions. The last time Manny had fought with this much ferocity had been against Tapu Bulu. That battle had forced him to master Trailblaze, turning his size and speed into a deadly combination.
Within the blizzard, Manny disappeared. His Snow Cloak rendered him invisible, a ghost within the storm. Pryce's Mamoswine stood firm, its hooves rooted to the ground, but even with its defenses bolstered by Curse, it struggled to find its opponent. Manny used Dig to vanish beneath the snow-covered ice, reappearing in unpredictable bursts to strike with devastating force.
He didn't stop there. Manny combined his natural bulk with precise strikes from Ancient Power, sending boulders crashing toward his father from unseen angles. Each attack was like a hammer blow, shaking the ground and forcing Pryce's Mamoswine to fight blind.
Pryce's Mamoswine swung its tusks wildly, trying to catch Manny in the chaos. But Manny was too fast, gliding across the ice with the agility of Trailblaze, his movements seamless and fluid despite his massive frame. Each time Pryce's Mamoswine struck, Manny had already disappeared into the storm.
"Good, Manny!" Alex called through the roar of the blizzard. "Keep him guessing!"
Manny answered with a bellow, emerging from the storm like an unstoppable force. His body glowed with the raw power of Giga Impact as he charged. The ground beneath him shattered with each step, cracks spreading like veins through the ice. Pryce's Mamoswine turned to meet him, but it was too slow.
The impact was like a thunderclap. Manny crashed into his father with the full force of his charge, the collision sending shockwaves that rippled through the arena. Pryce's Mamoswine was hurled backward, its massive frame skidding across the ice as it struggled to stay upright before it fainted.
The storm raged on, the blizzard showing no signs of abating. Alex and Pryce stood firm, their bonds with their Pokémon and their own training keeping them steady, anyone else in the arena would have been overwhelmed by the sheer cold and ferocity of the storm
Pryce's hand hovered over his next Pokéball, a glint of strategy flashing in his sharp eyes. With a flick of his wrist, he released his next combatant. The swirling snow and cutting wind parted just enough to reveal the lithe figure of a Jynx, its icy frame standing in stark contrast to the storm.
Pryce wasted no time. "Jynx, Trick Room, now!" he commanded, his voice cutting through the storm like steel.
Jynx's hands glowed with psychic energy as it began its work. The battlefield shimmered with a temporal distortion, warping the speed dynamics that had favored Manny moments earlier. The Trick Room settled over the arena, turning the tide of battle.
Manny, still recovering from his clash with his father and visibly slowed by his stacked speed, let out a low growl. His once-fluid movements were now painfully sluggish, making it harder for him to take advantage of the chaotic storm. His breath came in visible puffs, each one a mixture of frost and frustration.
Pryce's strategy pressed forward. "Jynx, Toxic!"
A sinister, purple mist snaked through the raging blizzard, weaving around the frozen raindrops and the jagged edges of Stealth Rocks. Manny grunted as the poisonous attack enveloped him, the toxin rapidly coursing through his system. The strain showed as his hulking form shuddered under the growing burden.
"Manny, shake it off! Use Earth Power!" Alex ordered.
The ground beneath Jynx erupted in a fiery surge of energy, jagged fissures tearing through the ice and sending shockwaves across the battlefield. Jynx stumbled, the tremors disrupting its balance, but it recovered under Pryce's sharp guidance.
"Now, Perish Song!" Pryce's voice rang out like a final toll of inevitability.
Jynx opened its mouth, and the sound that followed was unlike anything Alex or Manny had ever encountered. The melody was a horrid symphony of despair—a nightmarish wail that clawed at the mind. It was the sound of anguish, of something ancient and dying, a chilling lament that cut through the storm and sent shivers down even Alex's spine.
The storm seemed to react to the song, the blizzard growing fiercer, as if nature itself recoiled from the melody. Manny froze for a moment, his usually unshakable composure faltering as the dreadful sound seeped into his very core.
"Don't let it stop you, Manny! Fight back! Use Ancient Power!" Alex shouted, his voice a desperate anchor against the encroaching dread.
Manny roared, summoning glowing boulders that tore through the blizzard, slamming into Jynx with unrelenting force. Each hit pushed the icy psychic closer to its limit, but the clock set by Perish Song ticked ever closer to its final note.
"Add Mud Bombs, Manny! Keep the pressure on!" Alex urged.
Manny stomped, launching thick, viscous projectiles that splattered across the battlefield, coating Jynx in mud and slowing its movements. The attacks, combined with the brutal storm and the Stealth Rocks she kept running into trying to escape the barrage, took their toll on Jynx, each second chipping away at its endurance.
But Jynx was relentless, its focus unwavering as it continued executing Pryce's strategy. Despite the mounting damage, it refused to fall, standing firm as the storm howled around it.
The Perish Song's countdown reached its final note—a crescendo of the nightmarish wail that echoed through the battlefield, leaving an oppressive silence in its wake. Jynx, battered and covered in mud, finally fainted, collapsing into the snow as its strength gave out.
Manny, too, could no longer fight through the combined effects of Toxic and the relentless countdown of Perish Song. His massive frame trembled before he let out a defiant roar, his final act of resistance, before collapsing heavily to the frozen ground.
Alex clenched his fists, his heart heavy as he recalled Manny. "You gave it everything, big guy," he said softly, pride evident in his voice.
Pryce recalled Jynx with a nod of respect, his expression calm but filled with reverence for the battle. "That was well-fought," he said, his tone carrying a weight of acknowledgment. "But this isn't over yet."
The storm continued to rage, the battlefield a frozen wasteland shaped by the intensity of the clash. Alex tightened his grip on his next Pokéball, his resolve like iron. "We're not done either," he said, determination burning in his eyes. "Let's keep going."