A/N: Series of oneshots about each Pokemon
There is a certain valley that sits north of Rustboro that has yet to be touched in any major way by humans. Every now and then a particularly tough trainer would make his or her way into the area but would never stay long.
It was an unfriendly terrain. It was a vast stretch of dust, rocks and land; difficult to reach area and uninhabitable by humans due to the rough terrain, scarce amount of food and the numerous mountains surrounding it that acted as a natural barrier. Because dead trees, large boulders and the occasional sharply rising cliff, the area was a natural obstacle course where numerous ground, steel, rock and fighting-type Pokémon could gather and test their strength against one another. Due to this, earthquakes and rockslides were common occurrences and changed the terrain often, making the area impossible to map and fully comprehend.
One fighter, large and bulky in size slumbered peacefully under the ledge of a cliff, deaf to the rumbles of a battle. It was only when the sun's movement pulled the ledge's shade off of her that she awoke. Hot and sweaty under the sun's glare, the creature gave huff sound before pushing herself up and steadying herself with one large orange hand. She hadn't made much of an effort to hide herself since her large form made it near impossible to do so but now regretted it. She squinted up at the high afternoon sun before giving a heavy, irritable sigh and dusted off the skirt-like extensions that barely covered her thick blue legs.
It was time for lunch, which meant, she would have to be fully awake in order to snatch what little food there was in the area from larger opponents. Hariyama normally had no qualms about that; it was in her nature to seek out large opponents and try to improve her strength. But today's blistering heat made her think otherwise. While her thick body gave her protection from fire and ice-type attacks, it did nothing to help her under the immense heat. Instead, she was left feeling sluggish and aggravated.
With a groan, she pushed herself off the ground lumbered off slowly in the direction of her favorite berry tree. It was in a well hidden place and though the fighter would have to scramble over dead foliage and numerous boulders, she would have few or no opponents over the berries.
However, as she moved along she noted that the area was much different. Rather than six feet tall boulders and large dead tree trunks, Hariyama found nothing but paved ground. The normal maze of boulders and giant dead trees had vanished completely and there was nothing left now but a path that was as smooth as a child's bottom. Most importantly, Hariyama's favorite berry tree was gone save a couple of smashed berries and fragments of wood.
"Sonuva…" the large creature muttered, head whipping from side to side in order to find the culprit.
Already irritable from the heat, she was now pushed beyond that point by the absence of the sweet, thirst quenching berries. She stormed off to find the culprit, asking any and all Pokémon she saw if they knew what had happened.
"Hurrr…bigg rooocckkk comeee byyy," slurred a Rampardos that had been recently competing in a Headbutt contest.
"It was an Onix- No, a Torkoal- Naw, something just shoved a boulder down," squabbled the three heads of a Dugtrio Hariyama had tripped over.
"Some fat blob came to clear off the path, wheee!" exclaimed a Claydol who was Rapid Spinning in order to clear a large obstruction in one of the often used paths.
Hariyama growled and her stomach growled with her. She had little to no lead and she was about ready to chow down on a boulder like an Aron would. But this thought only made her more annoyed at the creature who was so inconsiderate to the needs of others that he would smash her berries. Irritation on full display, the creature stormed along the path she had chosen and smashed any and all boulders she walked past. At last, she came across the answer she was looking for in a small orange steel type who was drawn out of his home by her actions.
"It was a Golem! He was rolling about to get somewhere and he just smashed whatever was in sight!" squealed the Mawile that had tried to attack the fighter only to be held firmly in a headlock and interrogated.
"Finally," Hariyama mumbled to herself before turning to the steel-type again, raising a large hand threateningly. "Which way?"
"West! WEST!" the tiny creature squealed, flailing her tiny arms and cowering behind the large jaws that grew from his head.
Hariyama tossed the tiny creature aside, stomping off towards the west. With her hands, she knocked aside boulders that blocked her way and leapt over large gaping chasms. She came across the culprit leaning against the sleek cliff that could not be climbed.
It was indeed a Golem. But to Hariyama, it was merely a clump of rocks pushed together.
"You! You destroyed my favorite tree! What're you going to do pay me back!" Hariyama shouted out, drawing herself up in order to make her seem as big as possible. To add to this, she flexed her muscles and advanced on the creature.
To add to her anger, the mass of rock kept silent.
"Hey! YOU! I'M TALKING TO YOU!"
Again, nothing.
Hariyama growled again, this time choosing to slap her hands against her round stomach, beating out a battle song she had learned from her parents. Meanwhile, she kept a close eye on the creature, to see if it was intimidated. When she saw that it did nothing, she finally gave in fully to her anger.
"That's it!" she roared, catapulting into the air.
Her fist glowed with steel energy as she readied the Bullet Punch she had inherited from her father. With one swift movement, she sent the mass flying. As the clump flew off somewhere, it dribbled bits of rock behind. Hariyama was satisfied. She smirked, dusted off her hands and headed off whistling and boasting about how powerful she was to be able to break the mighty shell of a Golem with a single hit.
However, had she stayed around and took in the surrounding a bit more she would have noticed a rather large rock and ground-type seated high above her. The Golem stared in confusion at the fighter who had knocked away the armor he had shed mere minutes ago. Deciding that he would never understand fighting-types, the creature merely shook his head and rolled down the other side of the cliff and muttering something about the hot-headed training freaks that inhabited the area.
Golem (Gold Entry): It sheds its skin once a year. The discarded shell immediately hardens and crumbles away.
Hariyama (Ruby Entry): Hariyama practices its straight-arm slaps in any number of locations. One hit of this Pokémon's powerful, openhanded, straight-arm punches could snap a telephone pole in two.