Elemental Charizam
Sudden Genre Shift
Fwee, chapter 10 is done, and thanks to some top notch beta-ing no longer has gender confusion in it. Go Chibi! On another note, I'll reply to last chapters replies later; time is short at the moment.
“You know George, you should really send Slakoth out to enjoy the sun,” reminded Adam.
“Yeah, and he’ll go psycho just like he did in Rustboro,” sighed George, slumping down slightly.
“Well, it’s not like he attacked you,” pointed out Adam. “Besides, there are laws against keeping a pokémon locked away.”
“Fine,” sighed George, pushing himself up, reaching for Slakoth’s shiny pokéball, and pressing the central button.
In a flash of light Slakoth appeared, stretching his entire body extensively, and yawning insultingly at George. When he’d satisfied his need for belittling his trainer, he considered his options.
-“Finally decided to let me out, eh? I bet keeping me locked up makes you feel big, eh? Well, I’m not going to be commanded about by some insolent runt of a human. I’ll have you know that I command the entire troop of Slakoth in Petalburg forest. I could blink, and you’d be gone!” yelled Slakoth, waving his flailing limbs angrily.
“I’m not the oppressor here, but you do know we’re in Dewford, right?” butted in Adam, grinning brightly at the street theatre.
“Hey! I’m not the oppressor either! I just didn’t want you to go crazy like in Rustboro,” yelled George, stepping back a bit to avoid Slakoth’s hooked claws.
-“Hah! My location does not matter, I’m easily powerful enough to crush you on my own!”- chanted Slakoth. –“Your only power comes from your Totodile, who seems to have attained some strength despite being under your command. I must assume she merely stays with you for the battles that you get when being ‘trained’.
“I don’t think-” started George.
-“I don’t expect you to. Seeing as I’m already here, I’ll cut you a deal; don’t give me orders, and I’ll fight in your name… the fights should be fun, even with you. Now I believe I shall go to sleep,” sighed Slakoth, lying down on the glorious sand.
Adam walked across the sands quickly, kicking up huge clouds of sand in his wake. He’d escaped from the boredom of sunbathing a few minutes earlier, the snoring of Slakoth driving him near insane. Cinder had joined him too and was hurrying beside him with an energy bar grasped between his two tiny hands.
-“So, where are we going to train?”- asked Cinder conversationally, taking a quick bite from his snack.
“There’s some cave around here somewhere according to Totodile’s pamphlet, and I figure it should be in that cliff somewhere,” answered Adam, glancing over his borrowed pamphlet.
-“So won’t there be rock types there?”- asked Cinder between chews.
“Yeah… If you’re thinking of weaknesses here, you can just use Metal Claw on any rock types. Besides, I heard there are more fighting and ghost types in the main complex. Here it is, ‘Granite Cave’,” announced Adam, surveying the cave critically. “It isn’t going to win any contests for most imaginative name, but it looks ok for training.”
Unsurprisingly, Granite Cave was made of brown granite, made smooth by frequent flooding when the sea was high. The entrance with the ‘Granite Cave’ sign above it was huge, big enough to fit a couple of rampaging Snorlax through easily. The two gave a brief glance across the beach and the distant shape of the changing rooms, before stepping through the cavernous entrance.
Before they could move very far, the two were struck by an overpowering stench of salt. Not surprising, seeing as it was right next to the sea, but neither of them had given it any thought. Once he’d gotten over it, Adam surveyed the cave quickly, holding his nose with one hand. The walls were coated in shining white salt, gleaming from the luminous shafts of sunlight that broke through the holey ceiling. Cinder had turned his attention to avoiding the salty-water that dripped from the glowing rocks above.
“Why not call it salt cave?” muttered Adam, walking deeper into the cave.
-“Or damp, water-dripping hell,” laughed Cinder a little bitterly, jogging to keep up with Adam and wincing every time a drop of water hit him.
The pair walked through the cave in silence, struggling over the occasional rock on their way. The cave was getting steadily darker, and the sound of a gushing waterfall filtered through the cave walls. As they turned a sharp corner in the rocky corridor, Adam’s foot got caught on a branch and brought him tumbling down. Cinder immediately burst into laughter as Adam pulled himself up, glaring at a large tree whose root had tripped him up. Similar roots stretched across the chamber, dipping occasionally into a large stream formed by the waterfall he’d heard earlier.
“The government should really do something about Houenn’s huge underground tree problem,” choked Adam, spitting a mouthful of salty soil onto the floor.
Turning to face the laughing Charmander, Adam caught a brief flicker of white light winking quietly from the shadows. Spinning around to face it, he found it had disappeared into the shadows like an elusive hallucination. After staring suspiciously at the area for a few minutes, he gave up. Sighing, he motioned to Cinder through the gloom, and went down the nearest passage he could find. Cinder soon caught up, still chuckling under his breath.
-“You know, I think this cave is empty. We haven’t seen anything since that Geodude half an hour ago,”- remarked Cinder, scouring the shadows suspiciously, as if they were hiding the inhabitants to spite him.
“Yeah, it’s a conspiracy alright.”
As they turned around the twisty passage, Adam caught another glimpse of the light, two octagonal pupils of white burning through the cave. They vanished again, but one look at Cinder told Adam that this time, he wasn’t the only witness to their odd stalker. The lizard was watching the dripping water with a new edgy look.
-“Those lights almost look like the eyes of a Sableye, right?”- asked Cinder nervously.
Before Adam could answer, the eyes were there again, but much closer this time, glinting maliciously as they weaved through the cave. They got steadily nearer, and a shadowy silhouette followed. In a rush of foul, salty wind, the creature erupted from the shadows yelling loudly. Getting over the shock, Cinder could see it was in fact a Sableye; the bright gemstone eyes and razor sharp claws were unmistakable, as was the dark purple hue of her skin. Still, instead of trying to gut them like you might expect, she merely laughed at the shocked expression on Cinder’s face, her forked tongue licking the salty air mockingly.
-“Ok Adam, I’ll take this murderous fiend!”- announced Cinder dramatically.
“Calm down, the only way this Sableye would kill somebody is by tickling them to death,” sighed Adam, rolling his eyes. “Still, you can battle it if you want, we are here to train after all.”
The Sableye looked offended at Adam’s words, and didn’t wait for Cinder to make the first move. She charged at the small Charmander, slashing him rapidly with her sharp claws and creating small cuts across his midriff. Angered, Cinder jumped up and lashed out with his burning tail, scorching a patch of Sableye’s purple skin black. The black salamander circled her warily, glancing occasionally at his stinging cuts.
“Use a close range Ember!” Adam called out quickly, knowing that attacks like Scratch would have no effect.
Nodding, Cinder took in a huge gulp of air, a ball of pure fire growing in the back of his throat. Sableye jumped backwards from the black lizard, eyes glowing on and off rhythmically to try to put him to sleep. Cinder merely grinned, shooting a stream of burning embers at his enemy. As said enemy was motionless and concentrating on trying to use Hypnosis, the attack hit her full on, embers scorching the ghost across her whole body. With a high pitched screech, Sableye stood her ground, ghostly tendrils of purple wrapping around her body protectively. Suddenly, they shot outwards like streamers, grabbing Cinder roughly and wrapping him in their eerie glow. Despite his distance from the attack Adam could still feel the numbing effects of the attack—it felt as if his muscles were stabbed with cold, icy pins.
“Metal Claw it quick!” yelled Adam, annoyed by the attack.
With a roar of acknowledgement, Cinder staggered forwards quickly, his claw stiffening as he moved. As his claws began to glow, he launched himself into the air, throwing off the Night Shade attack as he plummeted downwards. The glowing claw met its mark, tearing a huge gash on the Sableye’s oversized head. But Cinder wasn’t done. Spinning around to face his foe, he opened his maw and sunk his milky white fangs deep into his opponent's mauve flesh. With a last shriek of agony, the Sableye toppled over, lying motionless on the rocky floor.
“Well done Char—Cinder!” congratulated Adam, spraying potion over Cinder’s wounds. As an afterthought, he sprayed a little onto Sableye too.
-“Heh, I sure kicked his ass!”- laughed Cinder happily, shaking his small arms in imitation of a boxer.
“Ok, note to self; compliments make Cinder go crazy. Anyway, do Sableye’s even have asse-”
Adam’s anatomical contemplation was tragically cut off mid-sentence by a large yellow duck hitting him on his head. Hard.
Adam rubbed his head, glaring at the Psyduck who had caused him his head wound. He wore a pair of rounded sunglasses, and he was carrying a familiar red surfing board under one of his glossy canary-coloured arms. It was rather hard to see his expression, as his mouth was billed, and his eyes were covered by the reflective surface of sunglasses. Cinder looked like he was sitting on the oft thin line between amusement and annoyance, eyeing Psydelus carefully.
-“Sorry for banging into you human, but it’s hard to see where you’re going when you surf over rocks in a dark cave,”- he quacked happily, rubbing his head with his webbed hand.
“Oh I don’t know, I’m sure your sunglasses helped you navigate!” replied Adam venomously, finally picking himself up with another glare at Psydelus.
-“So… You two are going on a pokémon journey right?”- Psydelus asked quickly, changing the subject as fast as possible.
Adam sighed deeply, but a small smile betrayed the fact that his mood was improving, either because he’d recovered from the shock, or because he was thinking about being a trainer. Before he could answer however, Cinder stepped in.
-“Yeah, we’ve already earned a badge, and we’re here to beat Brawly! It’s only me on the team so far though, he’s a bit picky about who joins,”- Cinder informed him, beaming with pride.
-“So you’re pretty good huh?”- asked Psydelus.
-“Sure! Why, I haven’t lost a single battle yet!”- exclaimed Cinder, puffing out his chest with pride.
-“I’ve been honing my battle skills recently, and while I’m not as good at it as I am at surfing, I’ve gotten quite good. If you’re as good as you say then you shall make a worthy opponent. How about it?”- asked the duck pokémon, adjusting his sunglasses to a more “cool” position.
Adam glanced sideways at Cinder, who seemed to be contemplating the offer on a deep level; or he was trying to give off that expression anyway. After a few minutes of mock thought, he nodded towards Adam and gestured towards Psydelus, as if asking “what do you think?”.
“Go for it,” Adam said to Cinder, before turning to Psydelus. “So, where do you want to battle then?”
-“I know a place around here—nothing but Corphish visit there, it’ll be quiet enough,”- he quacked merrily. -“Follow me.”-
Shrugging, the pair followed the bright creamy shape of Psyduck through endless tunnels. As they walked on, the rock started to twist and turn in on itself, causing huge dips and narrow passages. They turned sharply and came to a rough, rugged opening in the rock face. Looking out, they could see a small strip of sandy beach, protected from the wind by huge protrusions of cliff on either side. The tide was just coming out, leaving the sand spongy and damp with moisture. As such, the three landed softly, and ready for battle.
Cinder and Psydelus each took separate sides of the sandy battlefield, Psydelus relaxed and Cinder posing dramatically. With a loud quack, Psydelus declared the battle had begun.
“Try an Ember, Cinder.”
The small lizard acquiesced, firing a condensed beam of embers at the stationary Psyduck. Instead of dodging and returning fire, which was what Adam expected, the canary bird shot through the scorching attack in a head-first lunge that struck his opponent in the gut, sending the Charmander sprawling across the damp sand. Making the most of his advantage, the singed Psyduck opened his bill wide and shot a spear of icy water crashing into Cinder’s unprotected side.
“Cut through it with Metal Claw!” called Adam.
Grunting with effort, Charmander extended his two tiny hands together, the claws pressing together with a light, grayish aura glowing through them. Charging forwards, the energized nails split the jet of water into a glorious veil of white wrath surrounding the charging salamander. Finally, the attack connected with the Psyduck’s jaw, hurling him backwards and ending his attack. While he was recovering, Cinder landed three heavy blows on Psydelus, ruffling his feathers and staining his breast with blood.
Charmander leaped upwards, climbing one of the vast stretches of granite that lay around them. From high above, he could see the duck had mostly recovered, and was charging another Water Gun attack. Time to act, then. Powering up a second Metal Claw, Cinder hurled himself from his protective ledge. His body twisted athletically as he fell, turning constantly as he tracked the movements of his feathered opponent. Just before collision, he was hit with a heavy blast of water, soaking his delicate dark skin with cursed water. He could feel himself drop unconscious, but it was too late for Psydelus; his momentum would be enough to knock out the billed creature now. And it was; the two collided heavily, forcing each deep into the soaked sand beneath them.
Adam jogged over, worried about the two pokémon. They were both knocked out cold, lying recumbent on the private beach. Reaching out a pokéball, he withdrew Cinder into the metal sphere for easy transportation to the pokécenter. Still, what about the Psyduck? It didn’t seem right to leave him here, and he’d used the last potion back in Granite cave. Perhaps he should catch the guy? After all, he could let him go once he was healed….
-“Go ahead dude…”- muttered Psydelus blearily, his eyes opening a fraction.
The young trainer knew what the Psyduck meant. Unclipping one from his belt, he dropped the silver pokéball.
~Chapter 10: Psydelus The Surfer~
Adam had eventually gotten changed, and he and George were currently lying down on two white towels that had been set out a short way from the surf. On the tip of Adam’s towel, the sleeping form of Cinder lay, relaxed by the huge amounts of heat. Totodile had decided to lie down in the path of the creamy waves, pondering the mysteries of life, death and what name to get. “You know George, you should really send Slakoth out to enjoy the sun,” reminded Adam.
“Yeah, and he’ll go psycho just like he did in Rustboro,” sighed George, slumping down slightly.
“Well, it’s not like he attacked you,” pointed out Adam. “Besides, there are laws against keeping a pokémon locked away.”
“Fine,” sighed George, pushing himself up, reaching for Slakoth’s shiny pokéball, and pressing the central button.
In a flash of light Slakoth appeared, stretching his entire body extensively, and yawning insultingly at George. When he’d satisfied his need for belittling his trainer, he considered his options.
-“Finally decided to let me out, eh? I bet keeping me locked up makes you feel big, eh? Well, I’m not going to be commanded about by some insolent runt of a human. I’ll have you know that I command the entire troop of Slakoth in Petalburg forest. I could blink, and you’d be gone!” yelled Slakoth, waving his flailing limbs angrily.
“I’m not the oppressor here, but you do know we’re in Dewford, right?” butted in Adam, grinning brightly at the street theatre.
“Hey! I’m not the oppressor either! I just didn’t want you to go crazy like in Rustboro,” yelled George, stepping back a bit to avoid Slakoth’s hooked claws.
-“Hah! My location does not matter, I’m easily powerful enough to crush you on my own!”- chanted Slakoth. –“Your only power comes from your Totodile, who seems to have attained some strength despite being under your command. I must assume she merely stays with you for the battles that you get when being ‘trained’.
“I don’t think-” started George.
-“I don’t expect you to. Seeing as I’m already here, I’ll cut you a deal; don’t give me orders, and I’ll fight in your name… the fights should be fun, even with you. Now I believe I shall go to sleep,” sighed Slakoth, lying down on the glorious sand.
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Adam walked across the sands quickly, kicking up huge clouds of sand in his wake. He’d escaped from the boredom of sunbathing a few minutes earlier, the snoring of Slakoth driving him near insane. Cinder had joined him too and was hurrying beside him with an energy bar grasped between his two tiny hands.
-“So, where are we going to train?”- asked Cinder conversationally, taking a quick bite from his snack.
“There’s some cave around here somewhere according to Totodile’s pamphlet, and I figure it should be in that cliff somewhere,” answered Adam, glancing over his borrowed pamphlet.
-“So won’t there be rock types there?”- asked Cinder between chews.
“Yeah… If you’re thinking of weaknesses here, you can just use Metal Claw on any rock types. Besides, I heard there are more fighting and ghost types in the main complex. Here it is, ‘Granite Cave’,” announced Adam, surveying the cave critically. “It isn’t going to win any contests for most imaginative name, but it looks ok for training.”
Unsurprisingly, Granite Cave was made of brown granite, made smooth by frequent flooding when the sea was high. The entrance with the ‘Granite Cave’ sign above it was huge, big enough to fit a couple of rampaging Snorlax through easily. The two gave a brief glance across the beach and the distant shape of the changing rooms, before stepping through the cavernous entrance.
Before they could move very far, the two were struck by an overpowering stench of salt. Not surprising, seeing as it was right next to the sea, but neither of them had given it any thought. Once he’d gotten over it, Adam surveyed the cave quickly, holding his nose with one hand. The walls were coated in shining white salt, gleaming from the luminous shafts of sunlight that broke through the holey ceiling. Cinder had turned his attention to avoiding the salty-water that dripped from the glowing rocks above.
“Why not call it salt cave?” muttered Adam, walking deeper into the cave.
-“Or damp, water-dripping hell,” laughed Cinder a little bitterly, jogging to keep up with Adam and wincing every time a drop of water hit him.
The pair walked through the cave in silence, struggling over the occasional rock on their way. The cave was getting steadily darker, and the sound of a gushing waterfall filtered through the cave walls. As they turned a sharp corner in the rocky corridor, Adam’s foot got caught on a branch and brought him tumbling down. Cinder immediately burst into laughter as Adam pulled himself up, glaring at a large tree whose root had tripped him up. Similar roots stretched across the chamber, dipping occasionally into a large stream formed by the waterfall he’d heard earlier.
“The government should really do something about Houenn’s huge underground tree problem,” choked Adam, spitting a mouthful of salty soil onto the floor.
Turning to face the laughing Charmander, Adam caught a brief flicker of white light winking quietly from the shadows. Spinning around to face it, he found it had disappeared into the shadows like an elusive hallucination. After staring suspiciously at the area for a few minutes, he gave up. Sighing, he motioned to Cinder through the gloom, and went down the nearest passage he could find. Cinder soon caught up, still chuckling under his breath.
-“You know, I think this cave is empty. We haven’t seen anything since that Geodude half an hour ago,”- remarked Cinder, scouring the shadows suspiciously, as if they were hiding the inhabitants to spite him.
“Yeah, it’s a conspiracy alright.”
As they turned around the twisty passage, Adam caught another glimpse of the light, two octagonal pupils of white burning through the cave. They vanished again, but one look at Cinder told Adam that this time, he wasn’t the only witness to their odd stalker. The lizard was watching the dripping water with a new edgy look.
-“Those lights almost look like the eyes of a Sableye, right?”- asked Cinder nervously.
Before Adam could answer, the eyes were there again, but much closer this time, glinting maliciously as they weaved through the cave. They got steadily nearer, and a shadowy silhouette followed. In a rush of foul, salty wind, the creature erupted from the shadows yelling loudly. Getting over the shock, Cinder could see it was in fact a Sableye; the bright gemstone eyes and razor sharp claws were unmistakable, as was the dark purple hue of her skin. Still, instead of trying to gut them like you might expect, she merely laughed at the shocked expression on Cinder’s face, her forked tongue licking the salty air mockingly.
-“Ok Adam, I’ll take this murderous fiend!”- announced Cinder dramatically.
“Calm down, the only way this Sableye would kill somebody is by tickling them to death,” sighed Adam, rolling his eyes. “Still, you can battle it if you want, we are here to train after all.”
The Sableye looked offended at Adam’s words, and didn’t wait for Cinder to make the first move. She charged at the small Charmander, slashing him rapidly with her sharp claws and creating small cuts across his midriff. Angered, Cinder jumped up and lashed out with his burning tail, scorching a patch of Sableye’s purple skin black. The black salamander circled her warily, glancing occasionally at his stinging cuts.
“Use a close range Ember!” Adam called out quickly, knowing that attacks like Scratch would have no effect.
Nodding, Cinder took in a huge gulp of air, a ball of pure fire growing in the back of his throat. Sableye jumped backwards from the black lizard, eyes glowing on and off rhythmically to try to put him to sleep. Cinder merely grinned, shooting a stream of burning embers at his enemy. As said enemy was motionless and concentrating on trying to use Hypnosis, the attack hit her full on, embers scorching the ghost across her whole body. With a high pitched screech, Sableye stood her ground, ghostly tendrils of purple wrapping around her body protectively. Suddenly, they shot outwards like streamers, grabbing Cinder roughly and wrapping him in their eerie glow. Despite his distance from the attack Adam could still feel the numbing effects of the attack—it felt as if his muscles were stabbed with cold, icy pins.
“Metal Claw it quick!” yelled Adam, annoyed by the attack.
With a roar of acknowledgement, Cinder staggered forwards quickly, his claw stiffening as he moved. As his claws began to glow, he launched himself into the air, throwing off the Night Shade attack as he plummeted downwards. The glowing claw met its mark, tearing a huge gash on the Sableye’s oversized head. But Cinder wasn’t done. Spinning around to face his foe, he opened his maw and sunk his milky white fangs deep into his opponent's mauve flesh. With a last shriek of agony, the Sableye toppled over, lying motionless on the rocky floor.
“Well done Char—Cinder!” congratulated Adam, spraying potion over Cinder’s wounds. As an afterthought, he sprayed a little onto Sableye too.
-“Heh, I sure kicked his ass!”- laughed Cinder happily, shaking his small arms in imitation of a boxer.
“Ok, note to self; compliments make Cinder go crazy. Anyway, do Sableye’s even have asse-”
Adam’s anatomical contemplation was tragically cut off mid-sentence by a large yellow duck hitting him on his head. Hard.
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Adam rubbed his head, glaring at the Psyduck who had caused him his head wound. He wore a pair of rounded sunglasses, and he was carrying a familiar red surfing board under one of his glossy canary-coloured arms. It was rather hard to see his expression, as his mouth was billed, and his eyes were covered by the reflective surface of sunglasses. Cinder looked like he was sitting on the oft thin line between amusement and annoyance, eyeing Psydelus carefully.
-“Sorry for banging into you human, but it’s hard to see where you’re going when you surf over rocks in a dark cave,”- he quacked happily, rubbing his head with his webbed hand.
“Oh I don’t know, I’m sure your sunglasses helped you navigate!” replied Adam venomously, finally picking himself up with another glare at Psydelus.
-“So… You two are going on a pokémon journey right?”- Psydelus asked quickly, changing the subject as fast as possible.
Adam sighed deeply, but a small smile betrayed the fact that his mood was improving, either because he’d recovered from the shock, or because he was thinking about being a trainer. Before he could answer however, Cinder stepped in.
-“Yeah, we’ve already earned a badge, and we’re here to beat Brawly! It’s only me on the team so far though, he’s a bit picky about who joins,”- Cinder informed him, beaming with pride.
-“So you’re pretty good huh?”- asked Psydelus.
-“Sure! Why, I haven’t lost a single battle yet!”- exclaimed Cinder, puffing out his chest with pride.
-“I’ve been honing my battle skills recently, and while I’m not as good at it as I am at surfing, I’ve gotten quite good. If you’re as good as you say then you shall make a worthy opponent. How about it?”- asked the duck pokémon, adjusting his sunglasses to a more “cool” position.
Adam glanced sideways at Cinder, who seemed to be contemplating the offer on a deep level; or he was trying to give off that expression anyway. After a few minutes of mock thought, he nodded towards Adam and gestured towards Psydelus, as if asking “what do you think?”.
“Go for it,” Adam said to Cinder, before turning to Psydelus. “So, where do you want to battle then?”
-“I know a place around here—nothing but Corphish visit there, it’ll be quiet enough,”- he quacked merrily. -“Follow me.”-
Shrugging, the pair followed the bright creamy shape of Psyduck through endless tunnels. As they walked on, the rock started to twist and turn in on itself, causing huge dips and narrow passages. They turned sharply and came to a rough, rugged opening in the rock face. Looking out, they could see a small strip of sandy beach, protected from the wind by huge protrusions of cliff on either side. The tide was just coming out, leaving the sand spongy and damp with moisture. As such, the three landed softly, and ready for battle.
Cinder and Psydelus each took separate sides of the sandy battlefield, Psydelus relaxed and Cinder posing dramatically. With a loud quack, Psydelus declared the battle had begun.
“Try an Ember, Cinder.”
The small lizard acquiesced, firing a condensed beam of embers at the stationary Psyduck. Instead of dodging and returning fire, which was what Adam expected, the canary bird shot through the scorching attack in a head-first lunge that struck his opponent in the gut, sending the Charmander sprawling across the damp sand. Making the most of his advantage, the singed Psyduck opened his bill wide and shot a spear of icy water crashing into Cinder’s unprotected side.
“Cut through it with Metal Claw!” called Adam.
Grunting with effort, Charmander extended his two tiny hands together, the claws pressing together with a light, grayish aura glowing through them. Charging forwards, the energized nails split the jet of water into a glorious veil of white wrath surrounding the charging salamander. Finally, the attack connected with the Psyduck’s jaw, hurling him backwards and ending his attack. While he was recovering, Cinder landed three heavy blows on Psydelus, ruffling his feathers and staining his breast with blood.
Charmander leaped upwards, climbing one of the vast stretches of granite that lay around them. From high above, he could see the duck had mostly recovered, and was charging another Water Gun attack. Time to act, then. Powering up a second Metal Claw, Cinder hurled himself from his protective ledge. His body twisted athletically as he fell, turning constantly as he tracked the movements of his feathered opponent. Just before collision, he was hit with a heavy blast of water, soaking his delicate dark skin with cursed water. He could feel himself drop unconscious, but it was too late for Psydelus; his momentum would be enough to knock out the billed creature now. And it was; the two collided heavily, forcing each deep into the soaked sand beneath them.
Adam jogged over, worried about the two pokémon. They were both knocked out cold, lying recumbent on the private beach. Reaching out a pokéball, he withdrew Cinder into the metal sphere for easy transportation to the pokécenter. Still, what about the Psyduck? It didn’t seem right to leave him here, and he’d used the last potion back in Granite cave. Perhaps he should catch the guy? After all, he could let him go once he was healed….
-“Go ahead dude…”- muttered Psydelus blearily, his eyes opening a fraction.
The young trainer knew what the Psyduck meant. Unclipping one from his belt, he dropped the silver pokéball.
The End of Chapter 10
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