Pokemon Victor Novels & Stories

"Talk fast. I’ve got a low tolerance for losers." "I have Dominic’s throat in my hand," Victor leaned in, his voice a jagged growl. "I know which captains are ready to flip and which ones need a bullet. You’re playing bank games at the top. I’m the one who can actually rip his heart out on the street." "You couldn't even keep yourself out of a cage, Victor. Why the hell should I trust a stray dog?" "Because Dominic knows how to fight a shark like you. He has no idea how to fight a ghost like me." Victor’s eyes burned with a desperate, violent light. "I know his triggers. I know where he hides his sins. Do you want the East Pier or not?"

He reached for his throwing blades, but they were jammed. Victor made the decision in a split second and reached for Veritás. As it sprouted from the captain’s chest he realized who Victor really was and paled as he died. Victor lifted himself out of the hole and retrieved the blade, cleaned it, and made sure that another throwing knife appeared to have been used as the entire company rushed toward the bridge. Victor noticed a gash on his leg and encouraged the blood to flow rather than stopping it and adopted a rather pronounced limp.

Victor retorted, "Don't forget, it's just a drill, not a competition. As long as I leave a mark on you by the rules, I win!" Tim didn't take it serously. "By you alone?" "Sure!" Victor lifted his jaw at him. "Did you check your equipment? Do you have it all?" After his reminder, Tim realized that he didn't! That was to say, even if he knocked Victor down, he couldn't win! D*mn it! "Ha!" Victor was in a good mood and laughed. "Then I'm going to shoot!" He had blue water bullets, and Tim was supposed to have red ones. Tim was anxious and roared, "Victor, can't you stop playing tricks and win fair and square?"

When I turned back to face him, he wore a peculiarly blank expression. “You can't, you're only 5'4” he retorted. Ha! “Funny, but I'm not going to bet on a losing fight. Damon is ten times stronger than I can ever be, and you know it.” “And I'm stronger than he can ever be,” Victor declared, rising from his seat and circling the table to approach me. “It would be fun if you sat and watched me tear him limb from limb.” I turned away, gazing out of the window. “Did anyone ever tell you that you have a very disturbingly weird choice of words?”

Everyone is approaching the ring and we do the same and, pushing and shoving, we manage to get in the front row as many of them are drunk. -WELL! FIRST WE HAVE A TITAN WITH TEN FIGHTS WON AND TWO LOST WILLIAM THE DESTROYER!- he introduces and some boo and others cheer as they watch him climb into the ring. He's almost six feet tall and has a lot of muscle mass so I'm guessing he'll be slower although that's not completely known. He has his hair shaved to one and brown eyes - AND SECOND BUT NOT LESS IMPORTANT WE HAVE A CHAMPION WITH TWENTY FIGHTS WON AND ZERO LOST, THE DEVIL CAMBELL - this time there are very few people booing him and almost everyone cheering him on. As soon as I see him get