I Own a garchomp for home defense, since that’s what the ancient Hisui founders intended. Four Team Rocket grunts break into my home. “What in Arceus’s name?” As I grab my cap and home defense garchomp. Without orders it rounds the corner and immediately burns a volleyball sized hole clean through the first one’s chest with dragon’s breath, he’s dead on the spot. I level a hand toward the second man and shout, she misses him entirely and nails the neighbors growlithe instead since stone edge has only 80% base accuracy. I have to resort to desperate measures, as they’re sure to call an officer Jenny and get us both sent to prison on murder charges. “Toodaloo, team Rocket!” I yell as I order her to use Draco Meteor. Without much hesitation, two men and about three quarters of my living room are torn to shreds by meteorites and debris; the sound and extra shrapnel setting off car alarms across several blocks. Stepping out from behind the wall, I point at the last terrified rapscallion and she’s already upon him. He bleeds out waiting for officer Jenny’s to arrive, since torso wide gashes are impossible to stitch up in time. Just as Arceus intended.
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