The armies were massing on the hills, on the outskirts of the city, it was clear that they wanted to confront the gigantic Pichu, with the minimum of damage to the civilian buildings.
Isn't that just too bad for Pichu, who did not like being the target of a sting of hits from the cannons of the war helicopters.
Twelve Apaches in formation headed towards his face, each with a ruby laser sight line, pointing to his eyes. Puffs of smoke indicated the launch of the air to ground heat seeking missiles, while vapor trails marked the trajectory of the ground based missiles.
A line up of sixty tanks approached in formation, their cannons blasting, their sights were focused on the Pichu's exposed stomach area. A number of surveillance jets passed over Pichu's head, reporting back to their base commanders, observing far from the melee. Then there was the ground troops, like a marching swath, the tiny soldiers covered the ground, behind the tanks. Their swastikas flying behind the fighting troops, indicating where the command units were stationed. This was their concentrated effort as saving their city.

The heat seeking missiles struck Pichu on his sides and stomach area, the made large explosions, but they might as well have been blasting at twelve foot thick steel plates. Pichu felt a slight sting, this did little but anger him, another volley was launched, It was the shot's toward his eyes, that bothered Pichu, he shielded them with his wrist, as the cannons let loose. Again, the blasts exploded on Pichu's arm, without so much as breaking his skin.
The Helicopters backed off, and circled around for another pass at the giant Pokemon. They were fast, but Pichu's mouse-like reflexes were terrific, Pichu whipped his hand, grabbing the first machine, and like swatting at a gnat, Pichu easily knocked it out of the sky, it plummeted to the ground in a fiery explosion.
The Apaches broke formation, now each one was zooming in toward a different body part, hoping for a more massive hit. They were desperate to draw blood. One flew behind Pichu's, and came up behind his head, cannons blasting, Pichu swatted it like a mosquito, it squashed against Pichu's back, tickling it slightly. With Full weaponry blazing, five helicopters made a charge towards Pichu's face, They had accurately surmised that the only place Pichu might be vulnerable would be at his eyes, they were going in for a point blank hit. Pichu swung around with furious "Pichu!"s, the blasts directly hitting the side of Pichu's face sending a trickle of blood down the boys cheek, now they were sending their most powerful weapons up against the titanic Chu. Most of the missiles had no effect, other than a short flash followed by a sting, more often than not, Pichu was able to nimbly dodge the trails, and then retaliate by charging the launchers. At the first volley, Pichu just stood still, seeking to gauge the worst that they could dish out, but after being hit, although not hard enough to be anything more than a nuisance, He decided to go on the offensive.

First, all the Helicopters had to go. The Jets were trickier, but after the air forces were taken over, he would mop up the ground assault. They attacked savagely and just as quickly were dispatched. Pichu swung, with speedy reflexes, at speeds that the ground troops could not anticipate, knocking aircraft out of the sky, and directing the fiery wrecks toward the forces below. Pichu could catch even the fastest helicopters in his hand, with crushing force. He jabbed and punched, dodged and blocked, all the while delivering death blows toward his attackers. The jet bombers were flying higher than his reach, dropping their most powerful payload, one hit, actually made a substantial gash. A river of blood ran down the Pichu's arm, this gave the ground troops some hope. Pichu searched quickly for some projectile to launch back at them, he had to do something to bring the speedy high flying craft down. Pilots soon realized the folly of flying low, Pichu pulled them from out of the air in mid-flight, and dashed them to the ground, the smart ones kept their altitude. Pichu swooped to the ground, grabbing a hand full of tanks, these he jettisoned, like a child skipping stones on a lake, at the high flyers. Pichu laughed as a tank tore through the fuselage of one of the slower moving bombers, as the plane broke up, a puff of twenty parachutes dotted the sky. Drifting closer and closer to Pichu's anxious grasp. Pichu tore the screaming paratroopers to bloody shreds.

"Pichuuuuu!!!!!!!!!!" he roared, Like David defending himself against Goliath, the Pichu proved to be an uncanny shot, The sky was full of parachuters abandoning their doomed craft. He grabbed handfuls of tanks, directing them at the remaining jets, and sometimes at the ground based launchers.
Terrified, the tank commanders, reversed their weapons, not aware of the ground forces that were following close behind. Many of their own men were caught under the treds of the retreating tanks. The generals seeing how their own tanks were being used as weapons against the aircraft, commanded the tanks to get out of there, but where could they go to escape Pichu's clutches? The larger slow flying bombers all met fiery ends, but there was one last bomber quickly entering the range, it was flying twice as fast, and Pichu figured that this was probably the biggest weapon yet, it was flying so fast that it made a pass at the young pre-evolved form of Pikachu, shooting a red beam, Pichu grabbed at it, without strain and missed it, it got by him, leaving a long but shallow cut along his side. "Pichu?", the cut didn't bother him, it was only a scratch. He followed the path of the jet, as it banked left and circled around while climbing to safety. It was going to make another pass. As it started its next run, Pichu noticed a bay door opening in the front, it was armed with some kind of missile, it was aimed straight at his chest, it was approaching super fast, Pichu didn't wait for the launch, he ducked low, the jet didn't fire it's main weapon, but it darted past Pichu's large diamond-shaped ear, he had been cut again! "Pichu!" wined Pichu.
Angrily he grabbed a handful of tanks, and flung them at the retreating bomber, it still had it's major bomb, and was going to make another attempt. As a race car entering it's final curve, the plane banked and adjusted altitude for the approach. Pichu crouched like a catcher waiting for the plane, he had a plan. The jet was flying low now, the pilots watched the mountain of a Pichu loom larger, they set the data and came up with a path that would lead to a direct hit. Just the concussion from the impact alone would stop the giant Pokemon's heart, all they needed was one shot.

With grim determination to carry out his plan, Pichu held his position. The jet was darting in racing toward it's target. Pichu stood still and stuck out it's tongue a little, the countdown came, Ready, Aim... The boy at the last moment, like a bullfighter stepped to the side, and spun to his right, the jet passed too close, the pilot and crew were jolted as Pichu grabbed the wing of the craft in his spinning left paw. Without letting up speed, Pichu spun the jet back in the direction of the troops. The weapon fired and the boy watched as many of the ground troops in the back, were incinerated by their own weaponry. The jet itself could not right itself and adjust it's course. It slammed like a fireball into the headquarter station, setting off a second ground explosion. "Chu, Pi, Chu!" Shouted the Pichu, Now it's Pichu's turn...
He vented his fury on the ground troops. Their weapons were useless. Die you miserable scum, Pichu's expression seemed to say, as he stomped on the retreating forces, heads were smashed for miles around, The ground ran red with the blood of the fallen. Pichu was breathing heavy, after the slaughter, but he was elated. Now he would do his job and finish off the city. Pichu sang as he trotted along the path towards it's next stop. Where will Pichu head next?