To the extent that he was capable, Sid-Roggoth was ecstatic. Stirring up the wild pokemon in the tunnel had easily been his most fruitful decision thus far. The humans were mostly gone by now, but they had left a path of destruction in their wake, consisting mostly of downed bats and earth-elementals. The cave floor was littered with their weak and broken bodies, stepping-stones for the strong on the path to glory.
He had learned much amidst the chaos. Dan had taught him at least three methodologies by which pokemon tortured their enemies, such as whip lashings, brutal punches, and crippling blindness. James's lesson was even more valuable: find a weakness to exploit (such as Rock against Flying), and you could massacre legions of targets. And between Jane and Marcus, he learned that a sufficient concentration of ruthlessness, maintained over a long period of time, eventually rewarded the aggressor with a new and improved body. Torracat had been Torracat when Sid-Roggoth had claimed mastery over it. Knowing that these bio-weapons had theoretically limitless potential for destruction filled him with exhilaration, and a little fear.
Sometime later, Sid-Roggoth emerged from Boulder Tunnel, once more wearing the bipedal meat suit that let him pass for a homo sapien after applying the usual security measures. Torracat was gashed and bruised in his pokeball, and Drowzee probably had more bite marks on his body than hairs on his neck. They had fainted and been revitalized, fainted and revitalized, almost to the boundary of death, and perhaps past it once. Despite the suffering, they had gained a tremendous surge in power- enough to annihilate the next gym, surely. Sid-Roggoth made his way through the rain towards the Zormy Towne Pokecenter, impatient for their recovery. They would not lose any more.
