The One Winged Farfetch'd

A pokemon fixed a glare towards the Murder of Murkrows that had been chasing him, now cornering him against the foot of a rock mountain. He needed a new leek, and by luck he managed to find one. Only problem with the leek he had taken was from a nest of a Honchkrow, and the blasted pokemon sent its underlings after him.

The Murkrows had the look of smugness on their faces, Farfetch'd would not put it past them to believe he was going to be easy to take out with one wing. No, he had shown time and time again to others that he was just as good with one wing, even better with the amount of work and training he put into fighting with one wing.

His wing held his leek to his side in a ready strike, placing his talons into a ready position for the first strike to be made.

The supposed leader of the Murkrows went into a dive bomb towards him, with the others not far behind in the dive. Farfetch'd held his breath, before exhaling as he made for a strike into the first Murkrow. After sending the first one down with a devastating strike, Farfetch'd continued unleashing his swift strikes into the incoming murder of Murkrows.

He had to be quick with his strikes, and swift on his feet or else his life would be in danger. Just as the Farfetch'd had just finished taking out the last Murkrow with an overhead strike, he let out a breath to calm his nerves. Where there were Murkrows, there would be a Honchkrow.

Farfetch'd looked up to the sky to see the very Honchkrow that had sent hid murder at him, the pokemon flew down until it landed across from him. The Honchkrow gave him the best heated glare it could give, but Farfetch'd had experienced worse…way worse.

As the two stared down each other, a wind blew through the trees as the pokemon tensed their bodies up to initiate or expect an attack.

Farfetch'd held his leek to his side once more, and shifted his talons to ready himself against the Honchkrow, while said pokemon's wings began to glow.

Faster than anyone could blink had they watched, both pokemon were on the opposite side of where they were from each other. Farfetch'd had his Leek out in an after strike position, and the Honchkrow was flapping its wings with the sheen of the glow wearing off.

Not a second later the Honchkrow fell to the ground with a squawk, leaving the Farfetch'd to calmly place his leek under his wing. With his back towards the Honchkrow and its murder of Murkrows, the pokemon turned to give them a respective bow.

Without a word exchanged, the Farfetch'd left the area with his new Leek to seek new challenges and train himself. To be the best, and show he is not down for the count just because he only has one wing.

A concept I thought about, like the one armed Swordsman movies.

The one eyed Garlarian Farfetch'd

A lone wandering Farfetch'd squawked in anger as he hefted his mighty Leek over his wing shoulder, giving the ever growing number of Skarmory a heated glare. The Farfetch'd needed to cut through this particular area to reach his destination, but these steel type pokemon were stubborn and territorial.

Just as one Skarmory charged towards him with an intent to rend him into shreds, the Garlarian Farfetch'd swung his mighty Leek with such force and speed that it sent the Skarmory flying into a tree from the impact of the massive leek the Farfetch'd had swung. The Garlarian bird squawked in anger as he continued to charge towards the rest of the flock, with the flock of Skarmory charging towards him as well.

The massive leek the Garlarian wielded was far too large to rightfully be called an ordinary Leek. It was larger, thicker, heavier and far too massive for an ordinary Farfetch'd to wield. Indeed, it was as if the bird was practically wielding an entire tree as it swung and struck its enemies with an unbelievable force.

As the Farfetch'd finished the last of the Skarmory that had charged at him, the Garlarian swiveled its head once it heard the ground began to shake. Rolling down the rocky mountains the Farfetch'd had fought near by, several Gravelers were tumbling down towards the Garlarian and the downed Skarmory. Another territorial dispute, one that these rock pokemon are taking advantage of the downed Skarmory.

With indignant squawk, Farfetch'd may have had a dispute with these Skarmory, but he wouldn't let these opportunists take advantage of the injured Skarmory. So with a mighty chirp and caw, the Farfetch'd charged towards the incoming Gravelers. All he wanted was to pass through, but apparently every pokemon wanted to take the piss out of his day.

With a leap into the air, the Garlarian flipped forward to increase his impact upon the First Graveler. With a pained cry from his opponent, the Farfetch'd continued on to the next Graveler with a caw of gusto. The Garlarian's next enemy had tried to stop its rolling to combat the foreign Farfetch'd, but the Bird was already upon him with a mighty whack that sent him careening down into a boulder nearby and shattering it upon impact.

The rest that were able to stop in time and confront the odd Farfetch'd, with a war cry of their own the rock pokemon charged towards the bird with the intent to flatten it. Farfetch'd squawked in return with a heated glare through his eye, and charged towards the Gravelers with his mighty Leek behind in a ready position to swing.

Just as the rock pokemon were about to roll over the bird pokemon, Farfetch'd swing with an angry caw. A loud crack was heard as the Gravelers were sent flying back into a rock wall nearby, dust went flying from the impact of them.

Farfetch'd huffed in annoyance as he gazed across the battlefield, the Skarmory were finally coming back to their senses and looked towards the Garlarian. The flock took notice of the downed Gravelers and looked back to the Farfetch'd, with a silent nod of understanding they parted and held their wings out in the direction of where the Garlarian needed to pass through.

The Farfetch'd silently nodded back to his former opponents, and headed off into the sunset where his destination was.

Both Skarmory and the Gravelers would forever remember the day of the one eye Farfetch'd, and his mighty Leek he wielded into battle.