There was one with Lee Henson, a character in a Pokemon fanfic, taking physical gym trials with his own body. His Pokemon were absent.
Lee needed to climb what looked like an American football goal post with a two or three foot space between two beams supporting it. Each gym he was challenging has one of these, each with some twist or height difference to it. He was evidently at Normans climbing-goal structure.
Suddenly, a Souls game style encounter played out.
Norman, aloof and staring up, started to project a full 360 degree ring of indicating light beams followed by light blue shards of either crystalline rock or ice outward from his torso.
That was a move Lee would have to dodge. He dodged most of the horizontal AOE attack, but some shards stabbed at the lower end of his ribs. Not wanting that to continue, he stood on the translucent blue, monstrous, and shifting plain extending from the Gym leader. He had to time his jumps and adjust his balance, but Lee could steadily approach.
A spectating Wallace or some other similar figure made some comment about how this battle taking place allows for some psychic type affinitied trainer named Jova to now escape their bindings.
Also, the image of IWTTS, "I will Touch the Skies" is another Pokemon fanfic, Flint snarling "LET'S GET YOU A FUCKING MAGMORTOR!" appeared at one point.
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There was a separate one that seemed like some stupidly suspenseful "avoid domestic violence/murder for an entire hour" show that my mom likes to have playing in the background for some reason. There was a group of people standing around near the ground level entrance of an apartment building or very tall, thin house. Some were in casual clothes and there was one guy in a suit and tie.
A man that easily weighed the same or more than the rest of the people in the room was glaring at any of us with his head tilted town in a Kubrick stare.
At his charge, most escaped through the front doors. I, who happened to be a thin, blond girl at the moment, was not in a good position for that. I sped up a couple flights of stairs, swerved around corners, locked a door or two behind me, and with some fumbling, managed to open an unconventional window enough to slip through. I proceeded to descend the outside of the building a few stories with steady, deliberate motions.
After the building exterior parkour, was more parkour in the form of jumping on and over neighboring fences.
I was probably already safe from someone who weighed maybe 500 pounds; they weren't going to catch up to me in this terrain, but I still wanted more distance before calling for someone to give me a ride. Eventually, I made my way to where a road ends as a dead end on both sides of the patch of grass and a metropolis of various ant hills.
I think having my body slowly ripped apart by multiple swarms of ants putting aside their differences, the circumstances of their birth, united to take on the monumental challenge of vanquishing colossal prey. That might have been the last thing I saw before waking up.