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The battle continues and Flame doesn't have a plan this time.

Episode Twenty-One: Fried Rabbit

Scout landed right beside me, having finished off his opponents, and stared down the much much larger Nidorino

"Think we can take them, Sarge?"

"Easy," I said, before noticing something. There was no sign of the lady rabbit-ish thing.

"Uh Scout, the Nidorina's buggered off somewhere," I said, sneaking a glance behind us. Just in case. I wasn't scared or anything, I just didn't want to get ambushed. Okay I was scared, a little. Anyway, suddenly the ground underneath us began to shake.

"This can't be good," Scout muttered as small cracks began to form. He became airborne while I had to struggle to keep my balance. I had a hunch the missing Nido was behind it, but I was too busy trying to stand to do anything about it.

"A little help here!" I yelled as the miniture earthquake got more violent. I tumbled onto my back, arms flailing for something to grab onto.

Luckily Scout did decide to lend some aid, and my hand managed to find his talons. He hauled me to my feet and managed to drag me onto nice solid, non-moving, ground. Just in time too, the Nidorina burst out of the ground and snarled in our direction. And I had thought she was ugly before, that face was going to give me nightmares for years.

"Thanks Scout."

"No problem, I'll take care of her. She can't pull that trick on me."

" 'Kay. Just be carefull," I told him. The nice guy thing was starting to get to me, I had started caring.

"Don't worry about me, you just be worrying about the pink one."

I had to admit, he had a point. Scout and me had to dive clear as the Nidorino nearly bulldozed us into the ground.

"Sneaky bastard," I muttered to myself as I got back to my feet and caught my breath. The Nidorino skidded to a halt and turned to face me, its eyes seemed to glow with hatred.

He shot back towards me, like a coffee-seeking Human, and again I dodged in the nick of time. However, that time I landed on my feet and was able to send a fireball strait after him. Ol' Pinky managed to swerve out of the fireballs path and again came to a standstill.

We glared at each other, and again he charged. This time he had his head down and his horn pointed strait at me. Pinky was moving even quicker than on the first two attempts, I had no time to dive to the side. So I took the easier option and dropped to the floor. He was unable to slow down and had to plow over me, his legs only just landing either side my torso, if I had been an ich either side then I'd have been crushed.

However, my dodge had one other effect. He had to run strait over my tail flame, and underbelly fur is very flammable. I got up and turned to see him be completely engulfed in flames. Pinky was unable to stop his charge thanks to the pain, and plowed strait into a tree.

Unlike when Scout did when he had collided with one, Pinky managed to knock the tree down. It was loud, very loud. But, the impact did stop Pinky. He lay in the dust, smouldering. I could actually smell the burning from where I was, several meters away.

"Thats going to hurt in the morning," I said aloud, even though it probably hurt right then. Well it would have done, if Pinky had still been consious. He wasn't even pink anymore, more of a charred brown.

'Well it looks a little better than pink. Much more masculinity. Probably more than bright orange. I hate being cute,' I thought, being truthful too.