"We don't want the treasure!"
Three figures stood high atop a plateau. One was bird-like, and even in flight, took up half of the space available. Fire fringed the lower edges of the wings, and fire formed a tail and 'hair' as well. The bird itself was a yellowish tan, and he laughed at the statement.
"I can doubt that! You're an exploration team! All of you want treasure!"
One of the smaller figures stepped forward. He stood no taller than four feet, and his green skin stood out against the brown rocks. His two-leaf tail twitched slightly in his anger, and when he shook his head, a long leaf swayed back and forth, across his ankles. About midway down his forearms, three leaves were anchored on each side. He stood his ground against the fire-type, even with his disadvantage, his yellow eyes glaring at the bird.
"Moltres, why won't you listen to reason? We just want to ask you a few things!"
Moltres laughed again, his every wing beat making the air around the plateau heat up. The third and final figure stepped forward, a large case hung around her neck, resting against her shoulder. Her pelt was white, though it looked gray from the ash that floated around her. Her face was black, as was the blade atop her head. She had black claws and a black spot adorned her head. She growled slightly as she talked, though she was obviously worried.
"Grovyle, we should give up for now. Maybe-"
She was cut off as Moltres sudden launched a Flamethrower at her. The fire was aimed directly at her, and she knew that dodging would do no good, so she closed her eyes, and braced herself for the attack.
But at the last moment, another form blocked the fire. She opened her eyes to see that Moltres had landed, and Grovyle lay on the ground before her. She took a step forward toward her fallen partner, but he groaned and pushed himself to a crouch.
"Absol…go. Leave…me…"
Absol shook her head violently. She glared at Moltres, her red eyes narrowed and bright, while the bird stared calmly back. She stood beside Grovyle, her heart strong. She was determined to stay by her pal's side. Moltres laughed a third time.
"You're going to deny his last wishes and stay? Foolish of you."
Grovyle collapsed to the ground again, his strength finally failing him as he fell unconscious. Absol smirked, and as Moltres readied another Flamethrower, she raised her head, air swirling around the blade like a mini tornado. Just as Moltres was about to strike, she threw her head down, as if slicing the air before her, and sent a medium-sized tornado at the bird.
As the Razor Wind hit him, the fire-type stopped readying his attack. Absol managed to get her partner across her back, and bounded away down the plateau. As she leapt from rock to rock, she heard Moltres's triumphant cry.
"As long as I am here, the treasure shall be safe!"
