Last time, on Explorers of Prehistory...
Shadow, Blade and Iron met up with Blade's old former friend, Sabre, the Black Scyther, who was less than happy to see Blade. After discovering that Laura had been kidnapped, they set off to the financial district to take her back from her kidnapper, the black market dealer Lepyuf! Meanwhile, Breaker, with a little comfort provided by Faye, overcomes his grief over Chris's apparent demise and goes to look for his friends on the island, ready to kick some tail!
What will happen next? Find out now!
"Niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiceeeeeeeee guuuuuuuuuuuuuuy issssssssssss baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack."
It was past midnight on Moor. The streets lanterns were going dim, and the darkness seemed to grow. The place was horrible enough with the lanterns on, but now it was beginning to look pitch black.
Shadow stared at the Grimer with his glowing red eyes, well suited to seeing in the dark. The Grimer stared back, still holding his change cup. "Hello again," Shadow said. "We need to talk about a Lopunny."
The Grimer made a swallowing sound, looking nervous. "Wwwwhaaaaaaaaaaaaat Looooooooopuuuuuuuuuunny?" he asked, anxiously.
"You know which one," Sabre said with a growl.
Shadow cast a swift glare in the direction of the Scyther. "Be quiet," he ordered.
Sabre looked like he wanted to say something else, but Blade and Iron silenced him with glares of their own.
"I'm looking for Lepyuf," Shadow said, much to the Grimer's chagrin. "She may be responsible for my own friend's kidnapping., and I need to find where she is before Laura is sold."
"Sssssssoooooorryyyy toooooooo heeeeeeeeaaar thaaaaaaaaaaaat," the Grimer said, backing up a bit.
Iron swiftly got behind him, cutting off any escape from that way, and Blade and Sabre swiftly cut off the left and right. The Grimer gurgled unhappily; he was surrounded.
"You were the one who told us to avoid the financial district," Shadow said. "You know that Lepyuf is there, don't you?"
The Grimer kept silent.
"Don't pull that silent treatment stupidity on us," growled Sabre. "Lepyuf is the biggest dealer on this island. You know where she is, don't you?"
"Noooooooooooo, nooooooooooooo!" the Grimer cried. "Liiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeees, liiiiiiiiiiiiiiieees!"
"Don't deny it," Shadow said. "I'm not going to hurt you."
The Grimer looked exhausted, and worried. He knew he had been caught, but he was still terrified - not of Team Berserker, or Shadow, or Sabre, but of Lepyuf, and her henchmen. "I caaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan't teeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeel l."
"Do we have to beat it out of you?!" threatened Sabre.
The Grimer shrank back. "Noooooooooo!"
"Sabre!" Blade whispered harshly.
"Do you want to find your Lopunny friend or not?!" growled Sabre.
"We will not beat some innocent Pokemon for information!"
"'Innocent'? He's on Moor, isn't he?"
"So are you."
"And you as well."
"Shhhhhhhhhhhhh!" the Grimer hissed. The Four Pokemon looked down at him confused. "Taaaaaaaaaakeeeeeeeee meeeeeeeeeeeeee toooooooooo alleeeeeeeeeeeey."
"Why?" Iron asked, unsure of what the Grimer was planning.
"Sooooooooooooo yooooooooooooooou caaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan beeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaat meeeeeeeeeee uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup," the Grimer whispered.
"What?!" Iron almost shouted. "You want us to-?!"
"He's right," Shadow said. "Take him to the alley."
Blade and Iron looked at Shadow as if he had grown a second head. Sabre on the other hand, saw where this was going and swiftly "shoved" the Grimer into the alley, the Grimer shouting false protests as convincingly as he could manage, as he disappeared into the black crack.
"What are they doing?" Iron asked.
"I don't know..." murmured Blade.
CRASH! CRUNCH!
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Leeeeeeeeeeeeeaveeeeeeee meeeeeeeeeeeee alooooooooooone!"
Blade raised his claws, charging into the alley, swiftly followed by Iron, expecting to see a beaten and dying Grimer.
What they got instead, was something different: the Grimer was fine, sitting unharmed on the ground as Sabre smashed the old and crumbly wooden crates to bits, as loudly as he could possibly manage, while the Grimer screamed and shouted as if he was being beaten horribly.
"What on earth...?" Iron murmured.
"Shh!" hushed Shadow.
"Still gonna be quiet, eh?" Sabre growled in false-anger torwards the Grimer. "Well then - take this!" He smashed another crate to piece with his claws.
"Auuuuuuuuugh!" shrieked the Grimer, who was really enjoying himself. He has always wanted to be an actor. "I dooooooooooooon't knoooooooooooooow!"
"Wrong asnwer!" Sabre growled, also enjoying himself. He smashed one last box to pieces with a loud roar. The Grimer faked a cry of horror and pain, as if he had just been murdered.
"What-?" Iron began.
"Shh!" Blade, Sabre, and Shadow hissed in unison.
"You know how to pick your allies," Sabre murmured to Blade, earning contemptuous glares from both Blade and Iron. "Now keep your mouth shut, land-shark. We need to make sure this is convincing."
Shadow looked over to the Grimer. "You know of this tactic?" he whispered.
"Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad foooooooooooought innnn Deeeeeeeeeeseeeeeeeeeert Waaaaaaaaaar," the Grimer oozed. "Taaaaaaaaaaaactiiiiiic saaaaaaaaaaaaaaved hiiiis liiiiiiiife."
"Yes," Sabre said. "That tactic was often used in the Desert Wars." He gave Shadow a look. "It's an old tactic... of the Umbreon."
Shadow gave a nod. "I am an Umbreon, after all," he murmured. He looked down at the Grimer. "Now. You wouldn't have made such a scene if didn't to lose the trail of someone. Who was watching us?"
"And are they still watching us?" Blade asked, looking around warily. He couldn't see any one...
"Nooooooooooooo," the Grimer slurred. "Looooooooooopuniiiiiiiies spiiiiiiies aaaaaare laaaaaaaazy. Theeeeeeeeeeeeeey doooooooon't caaaaaaaaaaare iiiiiiiiif I diiiiiiiiiie."
Sabre gave a satisfied smirk. "So, you do know Lepyuf."
"Yeeeeeeeeeeeeees," the Grimer slurped. "Sheeeeeeeeeeee extoooooooooorts frooooooooom meeeeeeeee. I paaaaaaaaaaay heeeeeeer allllllllll myyyyyyyy mooooooooney, or eeeeeeeelsssseee." He made a slashing gesture across where his throat would be if he wasn't a sentient pile of ooze. "Noooooooooo oooooneeee liiiiiiiiiikeee heeeeeeeeeeer. Sheeeeeeee neeeeeeeeds tooooooo gooooooo."
"That's where I come in," Sabre said, rubbing his claws together, sharpening them. "So, which warehouse?"
"Sheeeeeeeeeeee haaaaaaaaaas looooooooooots ooooof waaaaaarehoooousesss," the Grimer oozed. "Buuuuuuuuuut toooooooniiiiight issssss tuuuuuuuuesday. Sheeeeeeee'll beeeeeeeeeee aaaaaaaaaat waaaaaaaaarehooooouse tweeeeeeeeeeeenty ooooooone. Meeeeeeeeeeting cuuuuuuuuuustooooomers."
"What sort of customers?" asked Blade.
"Uuuuuuuuuuumbreeeeeeeeeon."
"Hmph," Sabre huffed. "Figures they'd be trading with that worthless, disgusting slime... No offense."
"Noooooooooooone taaaaaaaaaaaaaken."
"What is she selling?" asked Shadow.
"Ooooooooooooh," the Grimer moaned. "Poooooooooooor, pooooooooooor Pooooooookeeemoooon!" He buried his face (if you could call it that) into his hands (if you could call them that). "I caaaaaaaaaaaan't saaaaaaaaave theeeeeeeeeeem! Tooooooooo weeeeeeeeeak!"
"Five hundred poke says that's where Laura is," Iron said.
"You might actually be right," Sabre grunted. He looked down at the Grimer. "Thanks," he muttered.
Shadow pulled of his bag and threw it at the Grimer, who managed to catch it. "Here's for your trouble," he said. "You should use it to buy a ship off the island."
"Whyyyyyy?" asked the Grimer. "Freeeeeeeeeeeee foooooooood heeeeeeeeere. Fiiiiiiiilthy evevyyyyyywheeeeeeere."
"Right," Shadow said. "Sincerely, thank you."
"Noooooooooo prooooooooooblem. Taaaaaaaaaaaake caaaaaaaaaaaaaare ooooooooooof Loooooooopuuuuny."
The Grimer slowly oozed away, vanishing into the darkness as he slid through a cracked and crumbly wall, his vacant looking eyes still staring at Shadow until it vanished completely.
Shadow gave a nod, before turning back to the others. "Let's go," he said. "Warehouse 21."
"Hmph!" huffed Sabre, swiftly taking off.
"Great guy..." muttered Iron.
Blade sighed. "We have to deal with him, for now. Let's be off. Laura needs our help."
Shadow nodded.
The trio took off, following Sabre carefully. None of them noticed that they were being followed. A pair of Pokemon watched them from the rooftops, standing next to a pair of out-cold Umbreon spies, who had been watching for the bounty hunters who had attacked their fellow Umbreon. Wordlessly, the duo of Pokemon followed the bounty hunters.
Warehouse 21. In hindsight, the bounty hunters might have been able to find it without the Grimer's help. Most of the warehouses were rundown, ugly, and matched the rest of the island well. Warehouse 21 was brightly painted and well maintained. Pleasant scents drifted from the windows, as expensive foods and wines that only the wealthy could afford were prepared.
Iron licked his lips. He hadn't noticed how hungry he had been until now. Garchomp have extremely sensitive noses, so he could smell everything in that kitchen. Fresh oran berry wine, pecha berry pie, grilled rawst berry with a tangy sauce made from Cherubi fruit... Iron was practically drooling. He hadn't smelled such excellent food in a long time, and he had only eaten it himself one, when he was a Gabite and his family had been invited to a royal banquet.
Still, he could worry about eating later. Besides, he couldn't eat that food if it was blood money that bought it, which is likely was.
Iron was hiding behind another warehouse, long abandoned by its owner, alongside Shadow, Sabre and Blade. The bounty hunters were silently peering out from behind their hiding spot, keeping a close eye on their foes hideout.
"I see four guards," murmured Blade, easily able to see four Umbreon on the top of the warehouse. "Probably more though."
"Yes," Blade said. "Do you have a plan?"
"Heh... I do..." Sabre murmured. "But I don't think you'll like it..."
Blade sighed. "What is it?"
"Ever play live bait?"
"No. And I don't plan to."
"Well then," Sabre said with a frustrated sigh. "I suppose you have a better idea? Maybe your ultimate master has a secret magical passage in, hmm?"
Blade growled. "I admitted that I was wrong. Can't you get over that?"
Iron sighed. Sabre had to be pretty intolerant to get on the nerves of the normally cool, confident, and contained Blade. Thankfully, Shadow decided to silence them.
"The bickering can wait until later. We need to get into that warehouse without being seen."
"Alright, then," Iron said. "Do you have a plan?"
"I wish I did," said Shadow. "However, Umbreon are superb spies and guards. However, this is a slight chance that these Umbreon are new recruits, possibly just out of basic training. They might not be as watchful..."
"You think that the Umbreon would really send a bunch of new recruits to watch over negotiations with a big-time black market dealer?" asked Sabre. "Don't be stupid..."
"So, what's your big idea, wise guy?!" snapped Iron.
"Be quiet!" the Scyther snarled. "I'm trying to think... I've done this kind of thing before, but never with hostages..."
"So what do we do?" asked Iron. "Should we go back and find Breaker?"
"Who?" Sabre asked.
"The leader of our team of bounty hunters," Blade explained. "He's a Tyranitar."
"Ah, yes, because the Tyranitar are renowned for their stealth and skill," Sabre said, sarcasm dripping from his words.
"Shh!" Shadow hissed, tapping Blade on the shoulder. He pointed out to the warehouse. The bounty hunters peered out, quickly catching sight of what had excited the Umbreon.
A duo of Pokemon were swiftly and silently taking the Umbreon watchers down. They were fast, almost impossibly so. The Umbreon didn't even have time to shout, and it wasn't long before they were all either knocked out or frozen solid in thick layers of ice.
Two Pokemon were on the roof, an Umbreon and a Glaceon. The Glaceon swiftly vanished, but the Umbreon turned, easily caught sight of the bounty hunters, and flashed his rings, before following the Glaceon.
"Tracen and Celeste?" Iron said, surprised.
"Looks like they decided to help us," said Shadow.
"Unlikely," Blade said.
"What?" Iron said. "Then why'd they do that?"
"Simple: their mission is to save the captured Eevee, and the other Pokemon," Blade explained. "They didn't know where Lepyuf was, and since they were spotted by the guards, they knew they couldn't pay an informant to tell them, as the informants would likely be watched for a Glaceon and an Umbreon. Simply put, they used us."
"What?!" Iron said, angrily. "Why those little...!"
"Eeveelution Resistance, hmm?" Sabre swiftly deduced.
Shadow gave the Scyther a wary gaze. "Why would you care?"
"The Resistance is no business of mine," Sabre grunted, folding his arms. "They're simply doing what's right - and proving the incompetence of the Emperor as well."
"Whatever their intentions are," said Blade, eager to avoid any more arguments, "they've taken out the guards. Quickly, let's head inside."
"Right," Iron said.
"Too true," Sabre said. "Thank you for all your help..." He slowly reached into his cloak. "But I can take it from here!" he shouted, pulling a round seed from inside his cape and tossing it to the ground. The seed exploded, swiftly releasing a powerful gas.
"Gaah!" Iron shouted, surprised. He fell to his knees, coughing.
"S-sleep seed..." gasped Shadow, falling to the ground.
Blade gritted his teeth as he fell to the ground, steadying himself with his claw. He glared venomously as his former friend, who was retreating from the cloud of toxin. "It doesn't have to be this way, Sabre..." he growled.
"The Resistance wasn't the only one using you, Blade," Sabre replied, calmly. "Your senses have dulled, and your mind as well. Consider this long deserved payback, for deserting your home. Besides," he added, "you didn't think I would share my bounty, did you?"
"We just want to rescue Laura," Blade gasped. The toxins had defeated Iron and Shadow, and he was fading fast. "I don't care about the money..."
"Well then," Sabre said, "stay out of my way. I'll rescue her... without you." He turned away. "Now go to sleep. I've had enough of you."
Blade did as he told, though not willingly. He collapsed to the ground, swiftly falling asleep.
Sabre gave one last look to this former friend. Then, he crossed the street, silently, and leaped to the roof of the warehouse.
He had a contract to fulfill.
"What did you do this time?!"
Tracen the Umbreon put on his best innocent face. "Whatever are you talking about?" he asked.
"You know what I'm talking about!" Celeste hissed. "I saw that flash! Were you signalling those bounty hunters?!"
"Maybe..."
Celeste groaned. "You idiot..." she murmured. "I am reporting this to the Captain when we get back!"
"I'm sure you will," said Tracen, not convinced.
"I mean it this time!" snapped Celeste. "We don't know if we can really trust them!"
"Yeah, but they trusted us," said Tracen.
"Your point is?"
"They trusted us, and we proceeded to use them," Tracen pointed out.
Celeste groaned. "Tracen, we've been over this... It's all for..."
"The Resistance, sis?" Tracen said. "Just because we do it for a good cause doesn't make it right. I signaled them so they could collect their bounty and save their friend. It's the least I can do."
Celeste gritted her teeth. "Don't call me sis... and stop complaining! We can deal with this when we get back!"
The siblings were inside Lepyuf's compound, sneaking about the halls as silently as they could. Even though they were arguing, even a Zubat couldn't hear them go by. The two scurried through the halls quickly and silently, their goal clear in their minds: find and free the prisoners. They had bags full of medicine and weapons in case there was any trouble, and they already had a ship waiting to take the hostages back to the mainland. There, the non-Eevee would go home, and the Eevee would be taken to either their parents, or to the Resistance HQ.
But first, they had to free them.
Celeste slowly peered around a corner. "Jeez... This place is a maze..." she murmured.
"Shh!" Tracen said. "Look! It's that Sabre guy."
Sure enough, the scarred Scyther was creeping down the hall, his dark cloak covering most of his body. He stopped occasionally, as if listening for something, and then continued on, moving down the left hall.
"What's he doing all alone?" Tracen wondered out loud. Celeste and he had listened in on the long argument Sabre and Blade had had, and they knew that they shared a common goal. Why would Sabre come alone, when Tracen left the way open for all of them?
"Follow him..." murmured Celeste. She didn't know how Sabre had gotten ahead, but then again, this place was a maze. Smart move on Lepyuf's part - keeping her warehouse a maze that only she knew the way through. Who knows how many potential thieves met their ends in these halls.
"Why?" asked Tracen, question his sister's order. "So we can use him again?"
Celeste groaned. "Look, why don't you... What's that?" she said, her body tensing up.
Tracen's ears perked. He could hear it too, and so could Sabre. The Scyther gave an amazing leap, swiftly clinging to the ceiling of the hall, and silently staring down, his body nearly invisible amongst the shadows.
"I do hope you enjoyed your dinner," said a female voice. "It was quite expensive."
"It was excellent," said another female voice, deeper but rougher. "You treat your guests well."
"True, true, darling," said the first voice. "But I treat my customers better."
A group of Pokemon was walking down the hall. At the front was a female Umbreon with a scar running down her left eye, and a red bandana with a gold pin on it, signifying her rank. The other was a Lopunny, with a curvy body and a pink sash. Lady Lepyuf - Gueen of Moor, and new partner of the Umbreon Empire. The Lopunny was followed by four more Umbreon, and two huge Golem, obviously Lepyuf's bodyguards.
"Wowza," said Tracen, eying Lepyuf. "Almost wish she was on our side..."
"Shut up, you pervert," growled Celeste.
"Well then, let's get to the supply room," Lepyuf was saying. She was everything you could imagine in a Lopunny - a tall, slender and curvy body, long creamy colored ears, chocolate fur, and dark brown eyes, large and bright. But there eyes were filled with more than just brightness: they were filled with greed, avarice, and selfishness. Traits that were useful for her profession. "I have the merchandise you wanted, and then some! I'm certain you'll be satisfied."
"Good," said the Umbreon female. "His Majesty loathes disappointment."
Sabre gazed down at the Pokemon, swiftly crawling after them across the ceiling, as silent as a Ratatta.
"Come on," Celeste said. "Let's go."
"You have a plan?" asked Tracen.
"...No," his sister admitted.
"Oh, that's good," Tracen said. "I thought we might have one for once."
"Shh!"
The siblings went into stealth mode, waiting until Lepyuf was out of sight, but not out of ear shot, and then silently following.
Sabre glowered down at the situation below him. Eight foes, five Umbreon, two Golem, and one Lopunny. A part of him - deep down - wished he had taken Blade in with him. He shook that thought away. That idiot had the chance to help him, long ago - and he blew it.
They were in a supply room, one of many. Huge piles of boxes lay all around a huge meeting table. There was another door in the room, and Sabre could faintly hear sobbing and whimpering on the other side. Slaves were likely kept inside, awaiting their horrible fates.
Sabre gritted his teeth as the Lepyuf sat down at the table, on a large ornate chair. "Now," she said, in her eloquent voice, "the papers."
A Golem bodyguard swiftly brought up a piece of paper and set it down before his employer. A contract, for the slaves. "Please, sign here, Captain Inque," she told the Umbreon Captain.
Inque shook her head. "No deal until we see the slaves ourselves," she said.
Lepyuf faked a hurt look. "You don't trust me?"
"No."
"Good." The Lopunny sounded rather nonchalant about it. "I hate dealing with idiots. You," she told one of the Golem, "take our guests to see their merchandise. I want to make sure they're satisfied with the product. If they don't like any of them..." She paused and thought about it. "We'll simply sell them to someone else."
"You're not coming?" Inque asked.
"Oh, no!" Lepyuf said. "I have another client due - she'll be teleporting in at any minute now! I need to discuss our current business arrangement. I'm afraid what she's paying me simply isn't enough anymore for such valuable merchandise." She gave a shrug. "That's business," she said, casually.
Sabre felt ill. How could she be so nonchalant about selling innocent Pokemon? However, that ended tonight. He gave a grin, and reached into his cloak, anticipating the fight already. He waited, and waited, and just as the Golem unlocked the door for Inque, and just as the Umbreon were about to enter the dungeon...
Now!
Sabre dropped from the ceiling, like some dreadful, gray wraith, his cape bellowing behind him. Before anyone could give a scream, he threw half a dozen sleep seeds, pummeling the Umbreon and the Golem with a heavy dose of the sleeping gas. They swiftly fell to the ground in a pile.
"What the-?!" Lepyuf began. Her second bodyguard shot forward, roaring as he went for the Scyther
Sabre cracked his neck, spinning around and swiftly unleashing a Razor Wind, striking the Golem hard in the face. The Rock-Type was down, but not out; however, as he tried to rise again, Sabre tossed another sleep seed into his face, sending him to dream land.
Sabre slowly turned to the only other conscious person in the room. Lepyuf was glaring at him, half-terrified, half-enraged. "W-who do you think you are?!" the Lopunny demanded, angrily.
"The Black Scyther. Why?" Sabre asked. He grinned to himself as Lepyuf's face became etched in horror; he loved that reaction. "Game over, Lepyuf. I'm taking you in."
"You'll have to catch me first!" Lepyuf shouted, raising her hand. "Fire Pun-!"
Before she could finish, Sabre was shooting forward. "X-Scissor!" he roared, striking Lepyuf harshly across the face. The Lopunny slammed into a pile of boxes moaning in pain.
"Like I said," Sabre said, pulling a rope from his cloak. "I'm taking you in." He swiftly began to tie the Lopunny up (don't ask me how, he just did,), and then, with that done, slung her over his back. He had memorized the way he had taken in, and he knew the way back. All he had to do was get the crook to his ship and sail away.
He kicked open the door to the storeroom. Lepyuf was whimpering and moaning. "You scratched my face... and my wrists hurt..."
"Shut up!" snarled Sabre. He was just about to leave, when he stopped. He could still hear moans and cries coming from the room with the slaves. He hadn't saved them...
Well, he thought, why should I?
Because it's the right thing to do! another part of himself snapped.
Those two from the Resistance are in here too! They can save them! The first part argued again.
But how long could it take for them to arrive? It could take hours! The Umbreon might be awake by then!
Sabre sighed. He had to help them. He was nowhere near as ruthless as he made himself out to be.
He had begun to turned back towards the cells, when it happened. Violet sparks began to spark and flash in the air, inside the hallway that he had come from. With a bright violet flash, five Pokemon appeared, having teleported in.
First off, there were four Drapion, all huge, muscled, and dangerous looking. Lastly, there was a Kirlia, a small female, wearing a blue bandanna with the stylized image of a Drapion's face on it.
Sabre didn't have to be a history expert to recognize Desert Empire Soldiers when he saw them. Lepyuf began to shout to the them, saying, "Lady Sala! Help me! Help!"
Sabre glared at the Kirlia, knowing full-well who she was. Sala remained silent, her face emotionless as she stared at the Scyther. She raised a hand and gestured towards him.
The four Drapion snarled, and shot forward with surprising speed. The first swung his claws towards Sabre, the Scyther leaping back just in time as the claw reduced a chunk of the floor into a pile of rubble. A second one charged forward and unleashed a Cross Poison, narrowly missing Sabre as the Scyther leaped back onto the table. He snarled. He couldn't fight with Lepyuf on his shoulders - she was too heavy. He tossed the Lopunny aside, and shot for the two Drapion.
A Sludge Bomb shot by, narrowly missing Sabre. The Scyther grunted as he quickly caught sight of the remaining two Drapion, who were keeping their distance and launching Sludge Bombs, while their friends took him on up close. Sala watched them battle, her face remaining expressionless.
Sabre leaped back, dodging yet another blow. He wanted to fight back, but these Drapion were smart, and they were faster than they looked. They took turns attacking, as not to give him enough time to launch his own attacks, and had back-up launching attacks from a distance to keep him from moving about too much. Not to mention that Kirlia, Lady Sala, waiting to...
Wait. Where did she go?
The Kirlia had vanished. Sabre swallowed. He had a feeling that the second in command of the Desert Empire wouldn't retreat so easily.
He was right. There was a bright violet flash behind him. Sabre whirled just in time to see Sala releasing a Shockwave attack. Sabre groaned as the attack soared towards him, knowing full well that Shockwave never missed.
The attack did not disappoint. It struck him fiercely, sending a surge of electricity through his body. He screamed as he fell to the ground.. Snarling to himself, he tried to rise up, and keep fighting. Sala was a Psychic-Type, a Kirlia. He had beaten Kirlia before. All it takes is a little X-Scissor.
A rough claw grabbed his arm, and then another. The Drapion were upon him, roughly slamming him face first into the ground. Sabre spat out blood, struggling against the scorpions' grip as they dragged him to his feet. Sala was slowly striding towards him. Sabre opened his mouth to say something, likely a profanity of some sort, but the Kirlia was faster than his mouth, raising her hand as electricity danced at her finger-tips.
A ghost of a smile played on Sala's face. "Lights out," she said.
BZZZZZZZZZZZT!
Sabre fell to the ground without a sound, bruised, battered and beaten.
He was really beginning to regret leaving Blade behind...
Author's Note:
Haha! Another on time update! Like a boss!
Anyways, looks like Sabre has double-crossed Team Berserker so he could take on Lepyuf himself. Too bad he didn't know that the Lopunny was working not only with the Umbreon, but with Kramzak as well. That means we got to see one of my favorite OCs, Sala, make an appearance! Now Sabre's in some deep trouble. Will he be able to get out? Will the others rescue him? Will they want to rescue him?
Find out next time, folks! Stay tuned for the next chapter!