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"So what do you think our team name should be?" Spike asked as we continued walking down the beach.

"Huh? Wha? Oh..." I had kinda zoned out while he was talking.

"Team name, the name of our exploration team!" he said again, slightly annoyed.

"Name... uh... how 'bout... Team Blades?"

"That sounds okay, but what is its significance to us?"

God, since when does he have brains? "Big words confuse me, explain,"

"What is the meaning behind the title?" he explained. I then heard him mutter "Idiot..." So in response I did the only thing possible: kicked him in the shin while cursing.

BAM! (Heh... sound words) Hello sand... we meet again. "Holy fucking Wish Maker, no need to overreact!"

Spike's voice came... from the ground next to me? "Two things. One that wasn't me and two... STOP TAKING THE NAME OF THE LEGENDARIES IN VAIN!"

I stood up and glared at him, "I'm not using their names; I'm using their titles..." Something then clicked in my brain, "Hey... we just got attacked!"

"Took you long enough to realize that!" Spike yelled while giving me the you-idiot glare. He stood up and suddenly his eyes widened. He began looking around frantically, "Where's my Relic Stone?" he demanded. Looking at the confused expression on my face he replied, "Mr. Boulder is missing,"

Oh...

"Should I be happy or concerned?"

"You'll be concerned, damnit! That's my most prized possession!"

A new, malicious voice joined the conversation, "Oh, you mean this?"

We both turned around to see a Koffing and a Zubat. Five bucks to whoever guesses what was perched on the Koffing's head.

Yep, Mr. Boulder.

And you're not getting the money.

"Hey! Give it back!" Spike pitifully protested.

If I had arms I would have slapped him. "Spike," I muttered, "You suck at negotiating," I then took a step forward putting on my angry face, "You will give back the stone right now or so help me I'll—"

"Dude, did that chick just attempt to threaten us?" The Zubat cut me off.

"He shouldn't have said that," I heard Spike state; he was obviously noting my anger.

"DID YOU JUST—" I began.

"He really shouldn't have said that..." I cast a glance at him, Spike looked real nervous.



"—FUCKING CALL ME—" I continued.

"Now they're in for it..." Spike squeaked, running behind some rocks.

"—A GIRL!?" I finished. I was pissed. Hell, I was beyond pissed. They will pay for this insult. My first thought after that was 'If you can't stand the heat don't piss of the Torchic,' I now realize that would have been so lame if I said it out loud. Where was I? Right...

Something extremely hot welled up from my stomach and I reacted instantly. Next thing you knew I was spitting fireballs. Fireballs. THAT AIN'T HUMANLY POSSIBLE! Oh... right... not human... So it is possible.

In my moment of debating what is possible or not those idiots ran off! "They went into Beach Cave! We have to follow them!" Spike shouted as he ran to the said cave.

"No shit, Sherlock," I muttered as I followed him.

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It took all the strength of my scrawny chicken legs to keep up with Spike, who was moving at a remarkable pace (he was doing some freaky, kinda ninja-like run, is that normal?). I actually feel kinda sorry for anything that crossed our path, a Quick Attack via Spike was its fate, and believe me he had some serious power! That or this is what it's like when he's pissed. Note to self: don't piss off Spike. Not like I've already but that's beside the point.

I was practically panting after two levels of the cave. "For the love of the Original One, slow down!" I shouted before slowing to a stop and slumping to the ground again the wall of the cave. Spike skidded to a halt and ran over to where I was.

"What are you doing!? They're getting away!" I was about to protest but then he grabbed a handful of my feathers and began dragging me.

"Put me down you--!"

Use your imagination to figure out the rest.

Two more levels later Spike finally released me. Released in this situation is defined as my feathers couldn't take it and got ripped out. You know the yellow feathers on the left and right of a Torchic's neck? Left side: obliterated. If you wanna know how it felt do this: get duct tape, put on left side of neck, get friend to rip it of at breakneck speed, multiply by ten.

I also go smacked into the wall thanks to how fast Spike was going. He was rounding the corner of the passageway when my feathers gave so I ended up smacking the left side of my neck.

I haven't even known him for two hours and look at the shit he's got me in!

Don't even get me started on how when I got up I noticed that part of the wall was red. I was bleeding, but only slightly.However, I didn't try and kill Spike. I've decided that I won't kill him.

Yet.

Luckily enough for me, a Kabuto decided to attack. Blasting something with fire until it faints is a good way to vent anger, I gotta remember that. "You have a three second head start," I stated before turning to face him.

Fastest three seconds of his life. By now I had gotten my second wind and I was right on his tail, quite literally. I wasn't sure how far we had run, I was just focused on the chase. Spike suddenly stopped, causing 

me to barrel into him. We both stood up, each muttering our own curses respectively. I then noticed we were at a sort of end of the cave.

I then saw the Koffing and the Zubat.

The small candle-flame of anger towards Spike was nothing compared to the hell-fire that raged within me. Payback time.

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