Bolas narrowed his eyes. "There are ways to win wars other than simply killing anyone who opposes you. And you're right, I don't have faith in three Pokemon - two being rookies - to defeat all those Accelgor. No offence. I don't care if Krodin is some Supreme General, three Pokemon can not, and will not defeat them."
Bolas, standing alongside a Tyranitar at the top of a hill... the Tyranitar nods, and they turn forward, watching the approaching army grow nearer. Bolas takes out a blood red sword, carried in his left hand. His companion takes out a matching sword, but this one glows an icy blue, and he carries it in his right hand. The army is now upon them. Bolas bellows a fierce war cry just as the army reaches them and the war begins...