~ Eevee

*At Central Park

"Hyah!"

"Again!"

"Hyah!!"

"Again!!"

"Hy-AH!!!"

"Again!!!"

"HYAH!!!"

"THAT'S SERIOUSLY YOUR BEST?! AGAIN, WITH MORE FEELING THIS TIME!!"

"HYAAH!!!!"

"AGAIN!!!"

"HYAAAH-AH-ACK! Koff! Koff! Koff! Ack!"

"Nearly had it. But with a little more practice you'll get there."

"I'm...tired...of...screaming...My...throat...is...sore...Do we have to...Ahem! Practice this?"

"Think of it as a bluff. Your opponents will fear you more when you shout really loud. Even when your scared shouting in anger almost never fails. And if your lucky it just might help you out of pinch. Do you got it?"

"Yeah. But I'm not a 'loud' Pokemon."

"If you're going to be my student then you have to be loud. If you can't do that then I have nothing more to teach you."

"Fine just...let me get some water first.."

"When in combat there is no such thing as a 'water break'."

"But I can't keep practicing if my throat can barely make any noise now can I?"

"Fine. Have a your water break you little sissy. Just know once your done its 10 pushups for you."

"Arrgh..."

"Hey *Eevee! Sorry I'm late! Things have been crazy at home!"

"Yeah yeah whatever. Drop and give me 25 pushups for being tardy and-"

"Ha! No sweat!"

"-and while having me sitting on your back."

"Not much more difficult since you hardly weigh anything."

"Hmph! Less talking more pushups!"

I silently sipped some water as Ryu effortlessly performed push ups with *Eevee sitting on his back.

"21...

22...

23...

24...

25..."

Eevee somersaulted off his back before Ryu even got up. I blinked in surprise to see Sylveon just barely coming with a backpack.

"Hey guys!"

"What's your excuse?"

"I was looking for the training weights in my house for the past hour."

"Drop and give me 30."

"Alright."

He tossed the bag to Ryu and started doing pushups.

"Whoah this thing is pretty heavy. Just how many did you bring dude?"

"Four wristweights and four bullet proof vests...19...20..."

"Why did you bring bulletproof vests?! Nobody is going to get shot right?!"

"Wha- Of course not! They are just for weighted purposes! But let me warn you...their heavy as shite. 25...26...27...28...29...30!"

We all slipped them on, Sylveon putting on his last.

I felt myself sink into the ground at least an inch deep.

"We're suppossed to move with these things on?! This feels...impossible..."

I really couldn't move more than a few inches no matter how hard I tried.

"Huff! That's the idea. Today we're going to test our teamwork. And also since we can't move that well this also helps put our skills to the test. Isn't it genius?"

"What?! No! No way am I teaming up with that mutt!"

"What did you call me you- Whoah!"

Ryu somehow managed to trip on a rock and fall flat on his face.

"See?! He can't even stand up! What good is a bowling ball going to do me?!"

"*Eevee. He is your teammate no matter what you say. And you need to start practicing with him anyways and this is your best chance to do that."

"But he's weak!"

"No. You just don't want to admit you see potential in your comrade. Just suck it up and give it a shot already. It might even surprise you."

"I- Alright! Hey Ryu get up!"

We all watched as he struggled to stand up. He would have slipped if *Eevee didn't run in time to steady him up.

"Phew...Thanks *Eevee."

"Hmph."

"We all good to go?"

"..."

"..."

"...Just say the words Sylveon."

"The match will be 2v2. It will be *Eevee and Ryu vs Eevee and Me. Any and all moves will be allowed since this is a test of teamwork and skills. Including self defense manuvers. Any questions?"

"None."

"Ready!

1...

2...

3...

GO!"

We all steadily charged at each other. I nearly laughed because I felt like a clumsy toddler going into battle.

"Eevee! You want to switch sides or you're fine going against *Eevee?"

"Yeah it's fine. Phew! Huff! Huff! Huff! Huff!"

"Okay then. Good luck. If you need help just shout."

Sylveon said before tossing Swift at Ryu.

"Thanks."

"Whatever Eevee. Just know it's your funeral."

"Huff! Bring it on."

I lazily brought a punch forward. *Eevee grabbed my fist and punched me hard in the face.

"Oww, what the heck *Eevee?! How are you still movi- Whoah!"

I jumped backwards to dodge her punch. She kept going and struck a small hole in the ground.

"THIS WEIGHT IS NOTHING FOR ME!"

I kicked up a Sand Attack and half stumbled out of the way as fast as I could. Or so I thought until *Eevee caught me by the tail with her eyes closed.

And before I could I even snap out of it, she slammed me in the dirt like a eggplant by the tail.

I was literally stunned when she picked up my head and slammed me even harder into the dirt.

"Ahhhh!!!"

"Eevee! Hold on...I'm coming- Oof!"

I looked over to see the boys wrestling for a split second before my face met dirt again.

"Aahumpff!!! Ahh..."

I was tossed to the floor and looked to Sylveon with desperation in my eyes.

"Sylveon...help me...Mmrf!"

"Get up!"

Eevee grabbed me by my fur and shouted right in my face.

"Are you going to just lie there and be tortured?! Or are you going to fight back and stop waiting for someone else to help you?!"

I slapped her with my dirty paw. That was really all I could do.

She flinched a bit in pain but she quickly recovered and slapped me hard across my face.

Why wasn't I doing anything? Why can't I fight back?

"WHY AREN'T YOU DOING ANYTHING?! FIGHT ME! FIGHT ME NOW!!"

She slapped me again and again and again and again and again.

"Ah!"

My cheeks may have been stinging like crazy but I was slowly getting more angry...

"FIGHT BACK ALREADY-"

I pushed back hard with a Protect and body slammed her hard with a Tackle.

"Urk!"

"You wanted a fight? You got one!"

(Note : Will Eevee triumph, or will she lose due to her impending injuries? Find out in Ch 89 ~ Eevee!)