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"I…I can't believe I lost." It had been an exhausting match. Dawn had done as much as she could to prepare her party for the Champion after already blowing through most of her healing items fighting the Elite Four, but this woman, Cynthia, was something else.

She fell to her knees, suddenly unable to bear her own weight.
"Wh-what's happening?"

Cynthia ran to the fallen trainer, ready to catch her should she completely collapse.

"Dawn, some powerful trainers bear a latent psychic link to their Pokémon. It grants you the power to achieve amazing feats of willpower and oneness with your Pokémon, but it also makes it difficult to maintain consciousness when your party is totally defeated. I suspected you were one of these trainers, but I needed confirmation."

"Why is… why is that important to know?" Her vision was blurry, and she could no longer help but let her head come to rest on Cynthia's warm, soft chest. Not a bad place to lose consciousness, but Dawn wanted answers. Unfortunately, she was out in moments.

Cynthia remained in that position for a few minutes: the girl was in no danger yet.

It had been an exhilarating battle. Cynthia couldn't remember the last time she had to rely solely on her Garchomp to hold her title.

"On that note…"

She tossed out the Poké Ball containing her closest friend; bruised and scraped, but still mostly healthy.

"Well, Garchomp? What do you think? Will she do?"

The great dark blue, almost shark-like Pokémon merely drooled in anticipation: she had been waiting for far too long. But when she moved to take her prize from her master, Cynthia held out her hand to stop her.

"Not quite yet, Garchomp. It would be a crime for me to not sample the maiden before you have your way with her, and besides, she's unconscious: I know you like it when they struggle and squirm on the way down."

Garchomp was momentarily disappointed at the denial of a long-overdue human meal, but Cynthia was right: she could wait a bit longer.
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