B-League Bratwurst
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Hello and welcome to the preview for an upcoming Pokémon fic. It’s a medieval AU Where Pokémon are not the friendly animals we know in canon. They are terrifying beasts and I wanted to see what a realistic world might be like if populated by creatures like them.
So, without further ado, here is a scene from the early parts of the fic.
“Gary!” Ash shouted. He pointed at a wall of flames that burned away the shambling corpses as it closed. An arcanine leapt from the flames, heat shimmering off its shaggy orange fur. It snarled and slammed into the houndoom, clamping it’s jaws around the base of the houndoom’s neck. Arcfire wrenched the houndoom’s neck to the side, snapping it and dropping the smaller dog instantly. Ash’s primeape roared angrily, beating on the dead dog’s prone form.
Gary charged forwards, followed closely by Ash. The last scout attempted to follow, but one of the abominations stepped in front of him. The scout rammed his blade through the corpse’s skull and dropped it. The gap in the corpses that Ash and Gary had run through closed as the corpses advanced, cutting off the scout. Gary could only grimace as his scout screamed as he was torn to pieces.
“Blastoise!” He shouted, straining to be heard over the undead monstrosities. “Rapid spin!” The massive turtle retreated into his shell, corpses beating on it ineffectually. A jet of water shot from each of the holes, sending the turtle into a spin. It rocketed a path through the corpses, clearing out the clearing and leaving the ground soaked with a dirty mix of blackened blood and water. It popped back out of the shell, looking around satisfied at its handiwork.
Vekta buzzed around the clearing, eviscerating the few corpses that still struggled to move. The scyther came to a rest beside Gary, glaring at the medium that stood calmly atop the fallen log.
“I’m impressed,” said the medium. He pulled back his hood, revealing a young face that seemed impossibly filled with life. “The Oak line is indeed a worthy one.” He sheathed his daggers and sighed. “It is indeed a shame that you are the last.”
So, without further ado, here is a scene from the early parts of the fic.
“Gary!” Ash shouted. He pointed at a wall of flames that burned away the shambling corpses as it closed. An arcanine leapt from the flames, heat shimmering off its shaggy orange fur. It snarled and slammed into the houndoom, clamping it’s jaws around the base of the houndoom’s neck. Arcfire wrenched the houndoom’s neck to the side, snapping it and dropping the smaller dog instantly. Ash’s primeape roared angrily, beating on the dead dog’s prone form.
Gary charged forwards, followed closely by Ash. The last scout attempted to follow, but one of the abominations stepped in front of him. The scout rammed his blade through the corpse’s skull and dropped it. The gap in the corpses that Ash and Gary had run through closed as the corpses advanced, cutting off the scout. Gary could only grimace as his scout screamed as he was torn to pieces.
“Blastoise!” He shouted, straining to be heard over the undead monstrosities. “Rapid spin!” The massive turtle retreated into his shell, corpses beating on it ineffectually. A jet of water shot from each of the holes, sending the turtle into a spin. It rocketed a path through the corpses, clearing out the clearing and leaving the ground soaked with a dirty mix of blackened blood and water. It popped back out of the shell, looking around satisfied at its handiwork.
Vekta buzzed around the clearing, eviscerating the few corpses that still struggled to move. The scyther came to a rest beside Gary, glaring at the medium that stood calmly atop the fallen log.
“I’m impressed,” said the medium. He pulled back his hood, revealing a young face that seemed impossibly filled with life. “The Oak line is indeed a worthy one.” He sheathed his daggers and sighed. “It is indeed a shame that you are the last.”