“GLADIOOOOOOOON.”

Roots erupted from the ground and held him in place. There was nowhere to run. No way to run. Two more tendrils squirmed their way towards him. He held up his shield. The branches grabbed it and tried to wrench it from his grasp. He stabbed at the branches with his blade until they retreated. Blood leaked from their siphons and splattered across his face.

He sent out his companions, even Necrozma, injured though it was. But the moment they emerged, the roots took hold. They shot out from Lusamine’s body and dug into their bones. Gladion recoiled as a branch pierced his arm.

At that moment, he felt everything. Terror wracked him as pain shot all across his body. He was brittle, every bone snapped in twain and pierced through his skin. He felt the pain of all his companions as their blood surged into Lusamine’s body. Lusamine’s own pain was projected onto him. A tree grew inside of him, gnarled thrones raked through his flesh. His head grew faint. He was losing blood.

- Ragnarust Round 5