"Oh, Regina!" Killian taunted as he sauntered towards the castle doors. He heard guards rushing, chain-mail jangling. He heard them draw back their bows, let loose the arrows.
"Malamar!" he demanded. Every arrow whizzing in their direction was frozen midair by the Pokemon’s immense power. Their courses were diverted and the arrows flew back at their shooters, impaling them.
"Larvitar, the door." The Pokemon gingerly walked forward, steeled itself, and tackled the doors. The hinges cracked, the wood splintered. The doors fell in, and Killian marched forward into a large, airy room with intricate flooring and humongous windows. He drew his sword as guards swarmed from every direction.
Larvitar clung to the pirate’s leg but Malamar hovered into action. Killian parried blow after blow. Malamar seized guard after guard with its psychic powers. The Pokemon threw them in every direction, impaled them with their own swords. It was a show of pure wonder.
In a matter of minutes every guard in the room was either wounded, unconscious, or dead. Killian wiped his sword clean, sheathed it back, and climbed the main staircase.
"Regina!" he shouted, sending an echo throughout the castle. "I’m home!"