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Chapter Two: Challenging Carnivorous Carno

I sighed as I pulled out my Dino Medal, its blue and white striped rim glinting in the bright sunlight.

"Why are you sighing? In fact, how do you even have enough time to sigh? Last I checked, the Carno and Cerato were coming straight for us." Bob asked me.

"How do we have enough time to be having this conversation?"

"Touché."

"It always happens like this," I explained as I tossed out my Dino Medal. In a brilliant flash of blue light, my Vivosaur appeared, and I continued. "For some reason, there always seems to be impending danger, and yet the hero or the protagonist always have enough time to make conversation, either with the enemy or with their allies.."

"Wow."

"I know, right? It's so weird."

"So can we not be wierd and start battling instead of talking?"

I sighed again. "Fine. This is going to be such a pain, though."

"Why? We have a type advantage."

"Correction. You have a type advantage. If anything, I have a type disadvantage."

"Oh come on, it can't be that bad."

"And again, correction. It is that bad. Type advantages can be the key to winning or losing. Would you use your Venator if you were facing a T-Rex?"

"No. I'd have you take it instead." At this statement, I lightly slapped my palm to my face.

"I can't take care of all of your problems for you."

"Sure you can."

I just shook my head. "Concentrate on the battle."

"Fine. I'll take the Cerato. Deal?" Bob threw his own medal, his Venator making a stunning appearence as it formed in a dust devil, which quickly dissipated.

"Works for me. Elasmo!" I called out to my long necked Vivosaur. "Elasmo Tackle!" Elasmo promptly smacked the opposing Carno with its right flippers, knocking the gray Vivosaur off balance, where it flipped over, revealing its blue underbelly. I looked over to check on Bob, whose Venator was making quick work of the Cerato. However, in that time, Carno had hopped up. It then bounced again, and clamped its jaws around the slender neck of Elasmo, bringing it to the ground. A headbutt sent flying Elasmo across the field. The purple Vivosaur lay still, as Carno roared in triumph. However, a sidelong glance told me that all was well with Bob, so I turned to my still motionless Vivosaur. As Carno did some sort of victory dance, I noticed that Elasmo had not turned back into a medal. Its right eye blinked for a second, and I nodded.

"Elasmo Tackle." I whispered, and suddenly, Elasmo pulled off the ground and rammed right into Carno, catching it completely off guard. "Now, Elasmo Combo!" My Vivosaur completed the earlier motion, then followed it up with a bite to the leg, and Carno froze. It glew in a bright white light before it shrunk back into a medal, its image on both sides, and fell into the dirt, where I retrieved it.

"Well, that there was a fine battle."

I jumped, getting into a fighting stance, and Elasmo coiled around me defensively.

"Now, now, no need to git all riled up. I was sent here to help the Fossil Fighters Association round up some rouge Vivosaurs. However, seeing as you've already done my job for me, I have to give you my thanks. Now then, on behalf of the Fossil Fighters Association, I, Joe Wildwest, give you my sincere thanks for helping calm down those Vivosaurs." The man in the brown cowboy suit, who apparently appeared out of thin air, declared. His hair was hidden a hat that featured yellow eyes, two horns, and a zigzag meant to imitate teeth. The pickaxe on his back was also a little out of the ordinary, having a set of red eyes and small spikes of the same color.

At a loss for words, I could only drop my arms and stammer, "… Uh, sure, you're welcome…"

"Hey Derrick, the Cerato went back into the forest, but it seems to be-" Bob stopped when he realized that Joe was looking right at him.

"Did ya say the Cerato you were fightin' headed into the forest?" He questioned. Bob nodded. "Well then, I'd better be headin' off to git it then, just in case it decides to start some more trouble on this here mountain."

"Oh, Mr. Wildwest?"

"Please, call me Joe"

"Oh, alright, uh, Joe. Do you want to take this too?" I held my hand out, the Carno Medal resting in my palm.

Joe thought deeply before continuing. "I reckon you oughts' ta keep it. It might come in handy someday."

"Huh?" I was surprised by this. "Heheh, well, you see," I chuckled nervously, afraid of offending him. "I'm really good at using Water-Type Vivosaurs. Carno's an Earth-Type. It's not exactly my specialty."

"Well, you say yer good with Water Vivosaurs, right?"

"Yep."

"And what are Water-Types vulnerable too?"

"That's easy. Air Vivosaurs, like Cerato."

"Exactly. But Earth Vivosaurs have an advantage over Air-Types. So, this Carno would be able to counter yer Elasmo's Weakness."

"Oh. Okay then." I glanced at him again. "Are you sure It's okay to keep it?"

"Yep. The Association won't mind. The Vivosaur had no home, so it's better off with you."

"Okay then," I said, and pocketed the Medal. Elasmo, realizing there was no danger, also returned to Medal form, and I put it away too. I glanced around for Venator, but saw no trace of it. I figured Bob had already recalled it, and turned my attention back to Joe, who was preparing to leave.

"Well, I'd best be off! See ya around, small fry!" And with that, Joe hopped on to his Ptera, and the yellow Vivosaur took off over the forest.

"Ha!" Bob yelled as soon as Joe was gone "Some A student you are! I knew that an Earth Attribute would counter Air-Types!"

"Sure you did. I knew that too."

"Then why didn't you say something?"

"How about because I was thinking about my specialty type!"

"Well, obviously your specialty type isn't that good, because I won first!"

"You had a type advantage!"

"Well at least you know something!"

"You really wanna know what I know?"

"What?"

"I've got one more Vivosaur than you do! What now!" And with that, I took off down the mountainside, a fuming Bob hot on my heels.

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