Roselia and Machamp

Two Pokemon walked along the dirt path. One was a Roselia. His red and blue roses were close to his sides as he walked along with his arms crossed. Impatient to get where they were going, he hurried along. Behind him was a Machamp. He was large even for his kind, to where his companion was barely at his ankle height. Careful not to step on him, he walked at a slower pace.

"Do you want me to carry you, Inigo?" the Machamp asked kindly.

The Roselia waved his red rose. "I'm fine, Fezzik. I don't want to be seen as helpless."

"Nobody would mistake you for helpless. Not unless they were witless."

"There's a lot more witless people in the world than there are witty ones, you know."

"Ah, right."

The landscape around them grew rockier, with tougher and scragglier plants. "This seems like a nice ambush spot," Inigo noted, but kept moving.

Looking around, Fezzik agreed with him. Most Pokemon considered his kind to be slow-witted, and thus he, being even bigger than usual, had to be even dumber than usual. He had gotten used to that until Inigo told him that he was actually quite sharp and intelligent. Still, the Roselia was even more so. If he said something was so, he was probably right.

Deciding to dissuade any would be bandits, Fezzik said, "So those guys we're going after. Do you think that I should use a Western style of pummeling them to paste or an Eastern style of kicking them to near-death?"

He usually wasn't so gruesome with his plans. Fezzik was one of the gentlest Fight-types that Inigo had ever known. But he also knew that this was all a bluff. "It all ends the same; you never get to finish your moves because the opponents never last that long. Why don't you just use that Karate Chop decapitation instead?"

"That was just an accident," he countered. "Blunt force decapitation does not work normally. It's messy and nasty."

"Whatever puts them down fast. Just leave the leader to me."

"Will do."

The highwaymen Pokemon that had been observing them wisely decided to not attack this pair.

Another group later on the trail was not as lucky. A group of six bandits jumped out of hiding. "Hold it right there," the leader Magmar ordered, holding his hand out. "If you don't want to get roughed up by the Rainbow of Evil, then fork over your dough."

The Roselia raised his eyebrow. "Seriously? If you wanted to scare people, you'd take a less obvious jump point. Oh, and a better name."

"What's wrong with our name?" the Magmar snarled.

"Everything."

"Rainbows are pretty," Fezzik said. "I don't think there's such a thing as an evil rainbow."

"But that's what we are," the Magmar stated. "See, I'm red, the Numel is orange, the Minun is yellow, the Bellsprout is green, the Wailmer is blue, and the Purugly is purple. We just haven't found anybody for indigo."

"It's still dumb," Inigo retorted. "Besides, you're way under us. Get out of the way if you know better."

"You think awfully highly of yourselves." The Magmar punched his wings together. "I think we ought to teach you a lesson."

The Roselia groaned and shook his blue rose at him. "We don't have time for this. But if you must fight, it will be one on one, you against me. You're a chump if you won't do that for your own weakling group."

Smirking, the Magmar nodded. "Sure enough, you against me. We would have been nice and left you with some apples, but now all of your stuff is ours."

"Yeah right."

Fezzik and the others stepped back as the two began to battle. Looking for an easy win, the Magmar surrounded his fist with fire energy and rushed at the Roselia. Inigo easily sidestepped and fired several poisonous thorns at the bandit. The Magmar then whirled around, whipping up a whirl of fire around himself before launching it. While it was an impressive move, Inigo got out of that too and kept firing thorns into the Fire Pokemon.

Furious that his moves were getting dodged, the Magmar began spitting fireballs instead. To no avail; Inigo was able to keep away from all of them. He claimed it was due to a special charm that his father had made, although Fezzik often thought his friend was just that good. Thinking he'd get ahead of that, the Magmar shot another fireball, then darted over and grabbed Inigo's blue rose, crushing it. "Let's see you fight now, Mr. Flower."

"Oo, that was a mistake," the Machamp commented to the Purugly, who happened to be next to him. "He's very proud of his flowers."

And Inigo did have a death glare in his eyes as he brought his red rose to the Magmar and gave him a face full of poison thorns. "Never Touch My Flowers, chump!" he shouted, angry enough that his flowers were shaking. Some blue petals fell to the ground.

The Magmar shrieked. "What the hey was that?"

"I'm not left-flowered," Inigo said dangerously.

Then Fezzik leaned over and snatched the Magmar with all four of his hands. "Sorry buddy, but we do have to get a move on." He then picked the bandit leader up, spun around a full turn, then launched him over the land. In short time, he seemed to fly right over the horizon and vanish.

Gawking, the other five bandits seemed at a loss of what to do. "I thought that was a one on one fight?" the Wailmer asked.

Still angry, the Roselia turned to him and brandished his thorned flowers. "You wanna pick a fight with us over that?" he sneered.

"Uuhhh," the bandits looked to each other.

"No," the Bellsprout said, then bolted. The others followed not long after.

"Common bandits are such scum," Inigo said, waving them off. "We're above them."

"Right. You okay?"

He looked over his blue rose, concerned. "There's some damage, missing or torn petals. It'll grow back in a couple of days. It is late though. Can I take you up on that offer of a ride? We shouldn't waste any more time."

"Of course," Fezzik said, bending down and holding his lower right arm out. Inigo hopped onto the Machamp's head himself; the giant had some trouble handling small objects or Pokemon. They then set back down the path to their next adventure.

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Sapphire entry: Machamp is known as the Pokemon that has mastered every kind of martial arts. If it grabs hold of the foe with its four arms, the battle is all but over. The hapless foe is then thrown far over the horizon.

Roselia Pearl entry: The beautiful flowers on its arms have toxic thorns. Don't even think of picking those flowers.

Inspired by Roselia's animations in Pokemon Coliseum and, well, Princess Bride.