Krom and Saria ventured the bridge, panting from exhaustion. They walked on, finding a large town built into the massive bridge. They ventured into town, smiling happily at the chance to get rest. After exhausting the last of their funds, Krom and co. managed to secure a large house to house the Pokemon. The open floor plan was a boon, allowing Krom to keep an eye on everyone. Krom leaned against the wall, smiling happily. He dozed, hearing the pleasant purrs of Spots.
Underwarf managed to sneak out, Twiggy and Castle Face following. Underwarf rubbed his chin, wondering what he should forge. He asked the Bastiodon, who only shrugged. "How should I know? I'm not the smith." He said, resting on the grass that was planted on the behemoth infrastructure. Underwarf grunted. He paced, Twiggy watching lazily. Underwarf turned, hearing footsteps behind him. Packer stood there, looking down at the dwarf. "You're the smith?" He asked, eye boring into Underwarf's. The dwarf nodded, raising a brow. Packer presented his mangled hand to him. "Prove it. Make me a new one." He said, intriguing the dwarf. He looked at the dragon's good hand, memorizing every detail. He nodded, turning to Bastiodon. "Let's get to work." He said, pulling a sheet of metal from behind a tree.
The wealthy business man gaped. The hood to his Dodge Seviper was missing, stripped off without damaging the rest of the vehicle.
Underwarf slammed into the metal, his hammer clanging over and over. The mechanical hand started to take shape, and the dwarf smiled.
The sun slowly started to rise, and Krom awoke in a hazy state, grunting. Packer was gone, along with Underwarf and his two forging companions. Krom grunted, too tired to get up. He stretched, his back in pain. Krom managed to stand, dragging himself to the bed that occupied the one room. He climbed into the bed, not bothering to cover himself. He fell asleep quickly, too weary to wonder what the dwarf was up to.
Hyuu growled, walking through Pinwheel Village. He hated it here, as there were too many Halflings for his liking. He followed Kyouhei's trail, wanting to give the trainer a piece of his rage. He stormed through the village, finding the trainer at an orphanage of sorts. Kyouhei laughed happily, playing with a one legged Charmeleon, not turning to acknowledge Hyuu's presence, if he even noticed it. He grabbed the boy by the back of his jacket, hoisting him up and turning him. He punched the boy in the face, angered. The Pokemon all started to move, a Blaziken halting them. They listened to their leader, watching Hyuu beat Kyouhei into the ground.
The Charmeleon twitched, and Jackie frowned. Hella ate silently, eyes closed. The Zebstrika turned away, leading Sawsbuck to a large tree to rest. Hyuu punched Kyouhei again, berating him loudly. The boy's nose was broken, and his eye was black. A hand came from behind, grabbing Hyuu by the back of the head. He was hoisted in the air, Double Kicked in the back. He hit the ground in pain. He spun and jumped up, swinging his fist. A tail wrapped around his hand, and Hyuu glared into the shinning eyes of an enraged Simba.
Cheren had healed quickly, joining his fellows in a day. Brycen was absent, arranging the Shadow Triad's funeral. Everyone glared at Cheren, except Marlon, who jeered as always. "Hey Cheren. Where ya been? Oh wait, I know. You were getting Brycen's boys killed." He said laughing. Homika turned on him, wrapping her pale hand around his throat. "Don't joke about shit like that." She said. Marlon chuckled. "Or what? You gonna choke me? Not with those hands." He said, glancing down at her small hands. Homika was shoved away, Drayden wrapping his massive hand around his throat. He hoisted him in the air, glaring at him. "She might not, but I will. It's bad enough Cheren got them killed, do note joke about their death. Or I will kill you." He said, growling under his unusual beard. He placed Marlon down, who laughed.
"At least I'll be killed by a man, and not some kid." He said, teeth shinning. Drayden snapped, grabbing Marlon by the throat. He spun, slamming him through the table they sat at, breaking the mirror Elesa was doing her makeup in. She yelled at Drayden. "Hey! I was using that table!" She yelled, teeth grit. He turned on her, glaring. "Put on your whore equipment later. You're all dismissed. We shall not convene again until Brycen is ready to return." He said, the leaders slowly filing out. Homika laughed at Marlon and Cheren. "Just think. You're bickering pissed Drayden off. And he goes mother fucking overboard when someone does that." she said, shaking her head as she left.
The older leaders walked together, Drayden's anger simmering. "I want Marlon to face this Krom. I'd like to see him shrug that Underwarf off." He said, fists clenched. He blinked, an idea coming to mind. "Once Brycen is ready to return, we'll call her." He said, and the others froze.
She smiled, breathing deeply. The young ones would call upon her soon. She could feel it in her old bones. She laughed, making preparations to head for the Pokemon League.
Underwarf panted, having finished his work. He made sure the end of the hand was hot, then ran home. The sun rose over the horizon as Underwarf returned with Nibbles. He told the little Dragon to use Fire Fang, and bite off Packer's hand. He complied, removing and cauterizing the mangled hand. Underwarf moved quickly, slamming the hand onto Packer's stump. It dug under the skin, hissing as it melted to his flesh. The Dragon didn't flinch, used to constant pain. Once finished, Underwarf grabbed a present for the dragon. He had forged Packer a new wing. He rammed it onto the stump on his back, molding it into the flesh. Nibbles sat, chewing on the mangled hand.
Underwarf recruited Clera, asking her to use Heal Pulse to speed up the healing process. She complied, and skin slowly formed, molding around the metal parts. She looked at the dragon, sternly. "Now remember, the nerves need to grow on their own. You'll gain control of the hand soon, but don't rush it. Use the other hand and you're tail to avoid damaging the nerves as they grow." She said, Packer thanking her kindly. He looked at the hand, skin grown over it. Underwarf beat his chest, sweat running down his brow.
"Impressive. I thank you smith. How can I repay you?" He asked, eyes watching intensely. Underwarf rubbed his chin. "Nothing. I enjoyed it. Although, you could do with telling me how you knew I was the smith." he said, pointing at the dragon. Packer sat down, sighing. "I remember a time when Halflings and Pokemon similar to you were abundant. Being hundreds of years old helps." he said, hand resting on his knee. Underwarf nodded, and the group headed back to the house where their trainers rested.
Krom awoke, feeling weight on his chest. He glanced down, seeing Saria lying with her head on his chest. Spots laid at the end of the bed, sly smile on his face. Krom became slightly worried, as Spots was a Liepard, the Cruel Pokemon. The cat purred, reaching down to his feet, picking up something for Krom to see. It was a bra, and Krom gulped. Spots laughed, his long blade like tail tickling Saria's nose. She giggled, swiping at his tail. She awoke slowly, and Spots threw the bra onto Krom's head. The leopard jumped off the bed, winking to the red eyed trainer. Saria smiled, looking up at him. Then she saw what Spots left on his face. Having not noticed the leopard, she assumed Krom did everything. Let's just say, Spots wasn't expecting Krom to come flying across the house, right in his direction.
He collided with the cat, grunting in pain. Krom pulled the bra off his face, growling at Spots. "The Pokedex says you like to strike preemptively, not get a Halfling to Energy Ball your trainer across a house." he said, and the cat smiled, nimbly leaving.
Hyuu cried in pain, Thunderbolted for a seventh time. Tears poured from his eyes, the pain almost too much to bear. Simba smiled sadistically, pulling a sword from his belt. "You know where I got his beauty? Krom Hitoawa and his Underwarf forged it and gave it to me in exchange for a couple Pokemon." he said, seeing Hyuu's eyes burn at the mention of the warrior. "Then he killed ten or more men with his bare hands. I was impressed. You, not so much." He said, raising the blade above his head. Kyouhei yelled for him to stop, Simba turning to the young boy.
He shook his head, pleading with his eyes. Simba sighed, swinging down. He sliced Hyuu's face, leaving a small wound. "Be happy I have a soft small for slow children. Or you'd be dinner." He said, releasing Hyuu. An explosion was heard, followed by a cry of "Team Plasma!" Simba sighed. "Déjà vu mothafuckas." He said, springing into action.
The Zorua ran across Skyarrow Bridge, avoiding a mob. All it did was steal a Petaya Berry. So what if it was a rare berry? She was hungry. She saw a boy setting up a small shop, displaying various works of smithing. She ducked behind the stand, seeing a small hairy Pokemon. She giggled, transforming into that Pokemon. She stood next to a green Deino, blending in. The mob ran by, ignoring the stand. Zorua stayed in place, fooling everyone. That is, until the Deino leaned over and sniffed her.
Krom turned, seeing Nibbles sniffing Underwarf. He shrugged, selling a spear tip to a war enthusiast. Nibbles sniffed again, and Krom wondered if the dragon was catching a cold. He pet the dragon, who seemed on edge. He turned to a customer, selling him a necklace made from a cellar door Underwarf stole. Nibbles growled at Underwarf, causing him to turn. Nibbles used Fire Fang, biting Underwarf's…tail? He didn't have one of those. A puff of smoke appeared, the Zorua struggling. She growled, charging a Dark Pulse, but stopped. A large shadow loomed over her, hammer pressed against her forehead. Underwarf waggled his finger, pulling a Pokeball from his beard. He caught the Zorua, handing the ball to Krom.
Krom smiled, giving her the name Foxy. The Pokedex said she knew Night Daze and Dark Pulse, which Krom found impressive. The fox sighed, jumping on the head of Spots. At least he had protection from the mob.
Kyouhei shook in fear, the blood coating the field. Plasma came back for the herbs, this time with Colress, a scientist that used science to enhance Pokemon. The bodies littered everywhere, from the ground to rooftops. He hated blood. It reminded him of that moment. That moment when Kyouhei's father killed himself after butchering his Growlithe.
Simba roared, shooting electricity everywhere. He bumped into a large figure, coated in green armored skin. "Rex. Long time no see fuckface." he said, glancing to his childhood rival. The Tyranitar Halfling laughed, holding the mace in his hand. "Like the mace? Dwarf made it for me. Been a while since we actually weren't at each other's throats, huh?" he said slamming the weapon into the skull of a Haxorus. Simba nodded, spinning around a Liepard to bifurcate a grunt. He smiled. Rex used Stone Edge, the sharp rocks tearing into the flesh of his foes. Hyuu fought, his Pokemon at work with him. He was in hand to hand combat with a grunt, and it wasn't going too well.
Already weakened from Simba's punishment, Hyuu was in no condition to fight. The grunt slammed him into a tree, causing him to grunt in pain. He sunk to the ground, unable to continue. His Pokemon leapt on, protecting their trainer. He smiled, wishing he was as good to them as they were to him.
Plasma was nearly defeated, only Colress and a lone Bisharp remained. The scientist offered a challenge. If they could defeat the Bisharp with one Pokemon, Plasma would abandon their village. They accepted, Jackie stepping forward. Colress worked on a tablet, changing the Bisharp's abilities with the machine. Jackie fought hard, the two evenly matched. The Bisharp gained the upper hand, smashing Jackie into a corner. The Blaziken glew a bright red. He stood, Colress giving Bisharp the order to finish him. A quick parry of blows followed, and then it happened.
The Bisharp rammed it's hand into the Blaziken's chest. The warrior looked at the Bisharp, flinching not. He leaped, the Bisharp dragged along, as Jackie leapt thousands of feet in the air, cloaking himself in flame. He rolled, ripping the hand out of his chest. He spun, corkscrewing to the ground. He threw the Bisharp. Landing on his chest with a mighty Blaze Kick. Blood spattered, flame erupted, Blaze burning brightly. Colress turned to leave, but Simba's blade was too quick.
Krom saw the flame erupt in the sky, from the direction of Pinwheel Village. He hoped they were alright. He heard a laugh, turning to see Shira looking down at him. "Lon time no see bud. Up for a battle?" she asked, Pokeball in hand.