There was one universal truth that was held among the legendaries, among the ancients of the Pokemon world, among those that revered the earth and sea. Much of the modern world had, perhaps, forgotten the terrors of those lost centuries - of the floods and drought and the violent shifting of continents that lasted year upon year.

The truth was simply this: Groudon loathed water.

Its very presence was an insult to her. She detested it. Abhorred it. And there was no better way to piss her off than to try and douse her - she had leveled landmasses for less.

Being indoors and away from her element was a severe limitation when she was trying to avoid destroying the building completely. Normally, she would not have hesitated to call up a column of erupting lava into the second floor of the dorms, but with Rayquaza near, that kind of excess would no doubt have been met with reprimand. Well, no matter - whatever conjuror's magic this human wielded would not be enough to sway her.

Pele's eyes flashed a dangerous gold, and her latent markings began to blaze a burning hot blue. The Overheated air around her grew more and more intense until suddenly, every inch of her skin ignited in flames. Even the water pooling at her feet was beginning to bubble and boil.

"IGNORANT CHILD. DESTRUCTION IS NOT A THREAT BORN OF THAT ORB... IT IS A PROMISE. AND FOR THIS AFFRONT, I WILL GLADLY RENDER IT FOR YOU."

Her flaming claws lashed out at Hades, intent on tearing him to shreds - god against god, underworld against earth.