We saw something horrible as we turned around. A group of at least 60 Magcargo, Camerupt, and Torkoals burning everything. I couldn't believe the sheer path of destruction trailing in their wake. Trees were reduced to little more than ashes. Other Pokemon caught by the monstrous group wer mercilessly attacked on the spot. I couldn't see what happened. But afterward there was only a charred lump that barely breathed. The first one saw us.

"More idiots to burn!"

"Nathan, Grant, get to the water!" I shouted at the top of my lungs.

We ran for all we were worth. There were so many pillars of flames that passed us I lost count. Nathan and Grant were fast enough to avoid them all. I wasn't built for speed but I could take a lot more from fire than them. I had no idea who was leading them or how many there were exactly. But anybody could tell that there were hundreds more behing the ones chasing us. We made it to the beach. A group of Sharpedo, Walrein, and Tentacruel had come onto the beach to defend the remaining townspeople. They were led by a Kingler. Its claws were the same size- big. I'd never seen a Kingler with the same size claws. I looked out to the water expecting to see more. Suprisingly enough there were. A group of ten Wailord waited.

"Hey what's with the Wailord?" I asked the Kingler.

He faced me. I saw a hardened look in his eyes that told me he'd seen rough times.

"They're our last resort. If all of us-"

He indicated the group.

"fail then we all pull back into the cave over there and the Wailord flood the beach to get rid of them."

"A good strategy. I assume these frightened people have already told you the numbers coming at us."

"No as a matter of fact they're too scared."

"Oh. Well we saw sixty but there must have been hundreds behind them. Our chances don't look good."

The Kingler's face suddenly changed. He looked strange. And then he did something that scared me more than my nightmares about falling into the ocean.

"Hahahahahahahaha!"

"What are you laughing at!"

"Is that it? I've seen much worse than that. These people haven't seen scary. I've fought off hundreds before and with less to work with than this. And it was an army of Grass pokemon that time."

"Will these guys help?" I said as I indicated the group of perhaps 75 behind him.

"Are you kidding these are all battle hardened warriors. Those slack jaws coming are all spineless from what my scouts tell me. And besides I'm an amazing warrior… and strategist. The beach has too many obstacles resistant to fire blocking the entrance funneling them into groups of twos and threes as they come onto the beach. And my scouts number at 150. Victory will be ours."

"What exactly are your scouts. This plan seems awfully dependent on them."

"They're Pelippers. From what I've seen of the enemy before they have no means to easily take down airborne enemies."

"Wait you've seen them before? Who are these people?"

"Their the Furious Flame Cult. Their sole objective is to burn towns like this to the ground and nearly kill the inhabitants."

"I hate to push but why do they almost kill them?"

"Simply for the sake of scarring the victims for life. They are an evil group bent on destruction. Their numbers consist entirely of Magcargo, Camerupt, and Torkoal. All molten pokemon."

"Who leads them?"

"…Heatran."

What the hell was going on?