The Poké-duel continues and things start to get a little bit difficult. Yes, this was just an excuse to make Abra somewhat dangerous to fight, but it was funny.
Oh, and kudos to dragonsrulllz for the most thorough review I have ever seen.
Can I have slightly more specific comments please. You know, tell me what works and what sucks. Standard stuff.
Episode Sixty-Three: Acting and Reacting
"Scout, we'll both take the Machop. Keep your eye on that other thing," I told my ally as I readied a nice big fireball.
"Righto Sarge," came Scout's reply.
"Stop calling me that."
"Aww, your no fun."
We both charged, not really having a plan and just winging it. For a Pokémon with talons, Scout was suprisingly fast on his feet and easily overtook me. He shot round the side of the Machop, dodging a punch, and left me with a clear shot.
My fireball was deadly accurate but the Machop had seen it coming and used a rock to deflect the blast. He then threw said rock at me and he was accurate too.
"Bloody hell!" I yelled, ducking under it, "watch where you are throwing those things."
"Aww, but that's no fun," the Machop laughed before spinning round and throwing a second at Scout, who had been heading towards him from the back.
Scout rolled over, in midair, and barely dodged the attack but kept on course. His destination, Machop's face. When the fighting Pokémon raised his arms to defend again Scout's talons, I tackled him from behind and started randomly slashing with my claws. The Macho threw its head back, slamming it into mine and stunning me long enough for him to throw me off.
I climbed to my feet and saw him looking up at Scout with a smug grin.
'What the hell?' I thought, untill it all became clear when I noticed that the Abra thing had vanished.
I looked up at Scout, to yell a warning and noticed that he was already aware of the Abra's movement. Due to it sitting ontop of his head and the effectivly blinding him. What Scout didn't know, however, was that he was flying towards the large apple tree. For the second time, he slammed into a tree and collapsed to the ground. I couldn't see the Abra anywhere but then it suddenly appeared out of thin air, next to the Machop. It must have teleported out of the way just before impact.
"Hah," the Machop chuckled, "defeated by a tree." The phrase was oddly familiar to me, I remembered thinking the exact same words when I first met Scout.
"Wouldn't be the first time, I beat him the same way," I said, stopping the Machop's taunts in their tracks, "you could call trees his fatal weakness."
"So what would be yours?" The Machop enquired as Scout was returned to his Pokéball. I grinned and pointed behind him, "her."
The Machop turned round took a thunderbolt to the gut, followed by a fist to the face. I let Pika handle it and turned my attention to the Abra thingie. I launched a fireball at it but it vanished and the fireball flew through thin air before colliding with a bush.
I heard the Abra reforming behind me, so I spun and shot a second. It managed to dodge the blast by teleporting clear again and reappeared behind me again. Again and again I spun round and every single time it dodged my fireballs. I was getting dizzy, so dizzy that I tripped up and fell flat on my face.
"I'm getting nowhere," I muttered to myself, climbing back to my feet. There was a strange buzzing noise coming from behind me so I turned to look and only just dodged a massive tunderbolt.
"Holy crap, Pika. Watch where you are throwing those things!" I yelled, untill I realised that it wasn't Pika that had attacked me.
"That little runt didn't even put up a half decent fight," the Electabuzz laughed, making my blood boil.
"As I recall, you didn't put up any kind of fight last time," I said through gritted teeth.
"Hah, things are different now!"
I growled at this, which seemed to amuse the Electabuzz more. Suddenly, a figure appeared behind it.
"Scyther highly doubts that things are different," the bug Pokémon said, narrowing his eyes.
The Electabuzz spun round, shocked at the sudden sound, and got smashed in the face by Scyther's blunt arm blade thingies.
"That's going to hurt in the morning," I muttered to myself, "actually it looks like it hurts right now."
"It does!" The Electabuzz said, glaring at Scyther.
"Then, allow Scyther to put Annoying Yellow Thing out of its misery," came the reply as Scyther slammed his foot into the Electabuzz's gut.
I looked on as Scyther darted backwards and used his small wings to hover, pushing off of a tree and shooting towards the Electabuzz. Actually, I couldn't see Scyther moving fowards. He was moving that fast. It took me several seconds to realise that the Electabuzz had sideswiped and was very very unconsious.
"Bloody hell, Scythe," I said, "remind me not to get on your bad side."
"Scyther will do so," Scyther nodded, cleaning his blade things on some grass.
"All we have left to deal with is the Abra," I muttered, glancing at it. It hadn't moved since I had last attacked it.
"Flame cannot hit Abra, correct?" Scyther enquired, facing the Abra.
"It gets out of the way. I tried blasting it but it just moved somewhere else, I blasted it again and the same thing happened."
"Scyther won't have any more luck, Scyther won't be able to get close enough," came the reply.
"Well, we can't hit it then."
"Scyther never said that, did Scyther?"
"How do we get it then? You can't get close and I can't blast it. How are we supposed to take it out?"
"Flame cannot blast it because Flame relies too much on Flame's senses. Flame reacts instead of acting."
"Okay, now you are confusing me," I said, honestly for once.
"If Flame uses Flame's instincts and mind, then Abra will not be able to dodge in time. Liken it to a game of tag."
"Knowing where your opponent is going, means you can catch them easier!" I yelled, finally getting what he meant.
I stepped fowards, letting Scyther get out of the firing line, and stood side-on to the Abra.
"Here goes," I muttered, launching a fireball and instantly swinging round to launch a second instead of watching the first one's path.
True to form, the Abra got out of the way of the first and teleported behind me. It appeared right infront of my second attack. There was a small explosion and it was sent smashing into a bush, very much out of the fight.
"Well, that was easier then I thought it would be," I said, watching Frank return his beaten Pokémon.
"You win this time but I'll get stronger and take you down!" He yelled as he ran off towards Cerulean.
"Maybe if he worked on making his Pokémon stronger, then he'd have a chance," Moron laughed as he watched the redhead vanish, "now, who is up for some lunch?"
"Me!" I yelled, jumping up and waving my arms in the air like a mad-Pokémon. I was starving.
"I knew you'd say yes," Moron said, looking down at me, "nice job Flame. As usual."