I wander the hilly landscape to find a proper stone to sharpen my scythes on. A small voice in my head keeps complaining about the humid, foggy air, the stink of rotting berries, and the itch of the knee-high grasses. Another tells me to simply go up to a tree and sharpen my sickles there, but I know that it won't suffice. After all, a fierce hunter like myself deserves only the best of the best. However, I begin to grow weary and regret my arrogance. As the sun's heat worsens over the hours, my movement devolves from a proud walk to a desperate crawl, hanging on to the ground with my sickles as if I was hanging off a steep cliff.

Finally, when all hope seems to be lost, I see a perfect place to prepare for a bountiful hunt. A muddy river bank with sharpening stones scattered everywhere. In the crystal clear water are schools of fish just waiting to be caught. Yes! I skip over there as if I've only just started the search.

After I find a place to sit where I won't immediately fall in the water, I begin to sharpen my long, blood stained scythes. Scratching idly at the unnaturally smooth rock, I begin to stare into the distance at the setting sun. Maybe I should've simply sharpened my claws on a tree: It's not the worst alternative. Maybe I should join a group of fellow Kabutops: After all, hunting is easier in a pack. Maybe I…

I begin to doze off, completely losing my train of thought. My feet slide into the water, but I can easily grip them on to some mud. It'll be fine. I feel a grabbing sensation on my chest. Something is latching its tentacles on to me, but it's probably just me imagining things. It'll be fine. I think.

Suddenly, I am launched out of the water and in front of a crowd of Meganiums.

One of them begins to slowly constrict me, smiling crookedly.

I stretch out my blades, cutting the vines I'm wrapped in with Rapid Spin. Meganiums flinches slightly, but quickly snaps out of it.

It retaliates by setting up Reflect. A clear, muted pink screen appears in front of it.

I manage to pull off a swift Swords Dance as I looks directly in its bright yellow eyes. Meganium stares right back at me, seemingly ready to charge

What's his little screen gonna do now?

I leap up, now landing on the thin wall.

That instant, I jump from there on to its back, aiming my scythes to use Night Slash on impact.

My heart seems to pump adrenaline instead of blood as I strike the creature's thick neck.

However, Meganium instinctively knocks me off as soon as it senses the resulting pain. It fights back, but with…

That's not Light Screen or Reflect.

Instead, it uses a powerful Giga Drain.

It aims a forest green ball in my direction. I try to dodge it, but I can't stand up fast enough to.

As it hits me, is seems to dissipate into me, but as it comes out, I feel a strange exhausted satisfaction. I forget that my life is on the line.

For a moment.

The mob lets out encouraging bellows and stomps as Meganium forces me into the river with Body Slam. Small yellow sparks emerge from my limbs as they shake. I notice some of my armor on my leg is cracked and try to examine how large the wound is, but I can't control its movements.

I'm paralyzed.

There is no way I can come back from this. I realize I can't fight anymore, so I let my body becomes limp and sink to the bottom of the river. At least Meganium can't beat me up anymore.