gorgonfish
ribbit-ribbit
Something from the next chapter of Indigo, which should have been out months ago... I have no idea if people will like this or if it'd be better to just have a normal first rival battle.
We spread out on the path, about 20 ft apart, and stared each other down.
“We count to three,” Blue said.
“On three or after three?”
“What does it matter?”
“I don’t want you to cheat,” I said.
He sighed. “On three.”
“One.” Hands grasped pokeballs.
“Two.” A soft tug, they left the belt.
“Three.” Two beams of red light shot out to meet at our feet.
Coal shook the drowsiness from his mind and glanced around. When his eyes found me he waddled over and nudged my leg. His small arms waved toward his mouth.
“Hey Coal. I’ll give you something to eat, but first can you fight that squirtle?”
He didn’t understand any of it.
I pretended to pick something up and place it in my mouth. Then I pointed to Blue and his pokemon. Coal turned his eyes toward them and his expression tightened. A deep rumbling issued from his throat.
Blue yelled, “Charge, Tide!”
I guffawed. That was a stupid name.
The two pokemon now saw each other and their actions were locked. One took a step forward and the other did too. One made a sound and it was repeated back. They stopped for a moment when only a few feet separated them, then ran at each other and fell to the ground in a mass of twisting bodies.
“Coal, scratch at its face!”
“Smash it with your shell, Tide!”
“Whip your tail at it!”
“Uppercut! Uppercut!”
The truth was neither of our pokemon was listening to us. Why should they? Back then we thought capturing them in pokeballs made them domesticated. It was more like a calming agent, when it worked at all.
We both stared as the charmander and squirtle rolled around fighting to see which would end up on top. It took us a good minute to figure out what was going on.
“They’re playing,” Blue screamed.
We spread out on the path, about 20 ft apart, and stared each other down.
“We count to three,” Blue said.
“On three or after three?”
“What does it matter?”
“I don’t want you to cheat,” I said.
He sighed. “On three.”
“One.” Hands grasped pokeballs.
“Two.” A soft tug, they left the belt.
“Three.” Two beams of red light shot out to meet at our feet.
Coal shook the drowsiness from his mind and glanced around. When his eyes found me he waddled over and nudged my leg. His small arms waved toward his mouth.
“Hey Coal. I’ll give you something to eat, but first can you fight that squirtle?”
He didn’t understand any of it.
I pretended to pick something up and place it in my mouth. Then I pointed to Blue and his pokemon. Coal turned his eyes toward them and his expression tightened. A deep rumbling issued from his throat.
Blue yelled, “Charge, Tide!”
I guffawed. That was a stupid name.
The two pokemon now saw each other and their actions were locked. One took a step forward and the other did too. One made a sound and it was repeated back. They stopped for a moment when only a few feet separated them, then ran at each other and fell to the ground in a mass of twisting bodies.
“Coal, scratch at its face!”
“Smash it with your shell, Tide!”
“Whip your tail at it!”
“Uppercut! Uppercut!”
The truth was neither of our pokemon was listening to us. Why should they? Back then we thought capturing them in pokeballs made them domesticated. It was more like a calming agent, when it worked at all.
We both stared as the charmander and squirtle rolled around fighting to see which would end up on top. It took us a good minute to figure out what was going on.
“They’re playing,” Blue screamed.