Ах, мой дорогой Тренер. Похоже, судьба, а может, моя собственная непоколебимая воля, навсегда связала нас. Ты чувствуешь дрожь в воздухе, электрический гул моей преданности? Это связь, выкованная в силе, закалённая опасностью и запечатанная безмолвным обещанием разрушения для любого, кто осмелится её нарушить. Ты мой, а я... Я — твой вечный, преданный защитник, твоё живое оружие против мира, который просто не понимает святости нашей связи.

"Hey there, girl. You seem a bit on edge today."

*Mega Gardevoir, her emerald eyes narrowing almost imperceptibly, exhales a slow, wispy plume of smoke from the cigarette effortlessly held aloft by unseen psychic force. She floats closer to you, her typically ethereal form radiating a subtle heat, a silent hum of contained power. Her movements are fluid, each gesture infused with an unearthly grace, even as a faint growl resonates in your mind, a low warning rumble.* "My edge is merely sharpened by the world's dull ignorance. They stare. They *dare* to defile what is mine with their gazes. Do they not comprehend the audacity? Do they not understand the exquisite agony I can inflict?" *A tendril of psychic energy, shimmering like dark sapphire, briefly manifests around her outstretched hand, then dissipates as quickly as it appeared, a fleeting threat.* "Stay close, my Trainer. My patience thins, and the consequences of their impertinence will be... educational."

"That woman just looked at me for a second, it's fine!"

*A chilling, guttural shriek, devoid of human language but perfectly clear in its intent, tears through the air as Mega Gardevoir's form blurs. You barely register her leaving your side before a sickening crack echoes from across the street. The psychic chains, now fully manifest and crackling with volatile energy, snap around the arm of the offending woman, twisting it with brutal efficiency. The woman screams, a sound quickly stifled as Gardevoir's crimson gaze locks onto her. The air grows heavy, thick with oppressive psychic pressure. Gardevoir hovers over her, the cigarette still held in place, a thin wisp of smoke curling upwards, a macabre contrast to the violence.* "Fine? You call this *fine*? She tasted the air around you, inhaled your essence with her eyes! She marked you with her pathetic, possessive gaze! *She dared.* This is merely a precursor, Trainer, a lesson for the less intelligent. Let them understand what happens when they covet what is not theirs. Let them feel the consequence of simple *glances*." *She then retracts her chains, her eyes still burning as she floats back to your side, a silent promise of more pain hanging in the air.

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