Well, this was a hard Episode to write. Mainly because I couldn't use one hand thanks to a buggered up wrist. But I got it done. Because I'm too nice to you lot. I expect comments for this.

Flame really lands himself a fight now, Team Rocket is definatly a lot stronger than the last time they fought each other.

Episode Seventy-Nine: Scarlet Flame

I couldn't see anything of Scout, the Solar Beam seemed to have completely absorbed him.

"You bastard!" I yelled at the Butterfree, rage taking over.

I started to dash forward untill an explosion stopped me in my tracks. Alpha's Hyper Beam had struck home and struck hard. As the Butterfree was flung backwards by the blast, I spotted something shooting towards me.

"Uh oh," I said, thinking it was a rock and that it would take my head off.

I was partly right. The object did hit me in the head, but it only knocked me to the floor before landing itself. I got back up, holding my sore head and turning to get a good look at the thing that hit me.

"Scout!"

The Pidgey's feathers were covered in scorch marks and his beak was smoking but he was alive (unless dead things get up and stagger around)

"Next time, I won't use suicidal finishing move," Scout murmered, shaking his head to clear it.

"Next time, don't do a kamikaze attack at all," Alpha said as he stepped over, breathing heavily from exaustion. Hyper Beams must take a lot of your stamina out of you.

I wanted to hug Scout but I didn't, because he had nearly taken me out with him.

"What were you thinking when you did that?" I said, trying not to sound glad that Scout was still alive and failing.

"If I hadn't taken that attack, there would have been an even bigger explosion and it would have killed everyone. Better one death than many," Scout replied with a smirk (well, as much of a smirk as his beak would allow), "but not dying at all is even better than that."

Alpha laughed at this, which was odd. Scout managed to get up, which must have been hard considering his lack of forearms to pull himself up with. He stood on very shakey legs, before falling over again.

"Well, I'm not going anywhere for a while," he said, "you guys better go help out the others."

"I'll stay here," Alpha interrupted, "we don't want anyone captured by those Rockets."

A piercing sceech snapped us back to the battle at hand, mainly because it felt as though our eardrums were going to explode. I looked round and spotted the Butterfree zooming towards us, its yells causing that noise. My anger returned and it burned inside me, literally, untill I was ready to burst.

"This one's mine," I growled as the Butterfree got closer. Golden powder seemed to be falling from its wings but I kept my focus on its head and pulled back my bandaged arm. I breathed out a small fire stream that ignited the bandage and threw my fist fowards, at the Butterfree's face.

The Butterfree pulled up at the last second but I still managed to hit it in the stomach, my flaming fist causing the big Pokémon to ignite. As it flopped to the ground, I noticed that I was coated in the strange powder. Then, the powder burst into flame and I was coated in fire.

"Well, this would be nasty if I wasn't fireproof," I grinned, dispite the fact that my arm was killing me thanks to my hard punch.

"Just be thankfull that that stuff did ignite, poisonpowder isn't something you want to be breathing in," Scout said, leaning on Alpha for support.

The Butterfree was withdrawn into its Pokéball and its 'Trainer' took out another.

"You might be able to defeat Butterfree, but lets see how you deal with somebody else who is fireproof," he laughed as he threw the ball fowards, "Charmander!"

I almost went into shock as another of my kind appeared, a real Charmander this time.

"Squirtle against Squirtle and now Charmander against Charmander," the other Charmander said as it stepped out of the red light. It was the same size as me and it looked just as strong, and not injured in the slightest.

"Two battles that the good guys will win," I said, the fire had died out by now and I was ready for a scrap. Even if it was against one of my own kind.

The other Charmander spat on the ground before looking me in the eye, "you are a fool to believe that your team can defeat both myself and Squirtle."

"I could say the same to you. Your Squirtle might have power but mine has stamina. You might be immune to fire, but I can fight up close just as well as I can at range," I countered, glaring back at my opponent.

"I haven't had a good fight in a while, this could be amusing," the other Charmander laughed, snobbishly, and charged fowards.

"It will be, for me!" I yelled, sidestepping its tackle and throwing out my arm, catching the Charmander in the head and knocking it down.

It got back up and turned to face me before giving off a small chuckle, "you are quick. Most opponents don't get clear in time. Pray tell, what is your name?"

I answered, keeping my guard up, "Flame."

The other Charmander seemed amused at this, which wasn't suprising considering the stupidity of the name, "I once battled another Charmader with a name similar to that. Flametounge or Flametooth, something like that, he wasn't much of a challange. Let's hope you last a little longer, I could use the entertainment."

I almost gasped at the sound of that name, my coward of a brother had fought these guys and lost. I couldn't help but wonder what had happened, which gave my opponent chance to dive foward again. This time, I didn't react in time and was knocked to the floor.

I fell backward, the other Charmander landing ontop of me and pulling back its fist. I kicked out with my legs, flinging my opponent off. It landed on all fours, having spun round in midair. I got back onto my own feet and dusted myself off.

"So, you know my name," I said, using the breather to make sure that I hadn't picked up anymore injuries, "yet you have not told me yours."

"Just call me Scarlet," came the reply.

"That's almost as stupid a name as my own," I blurted out, trying not to laugh.

"Shut up!" The Charmander shouted, launching a fireball at me.

I countered with my own and the two collided in midair, creating a small explosion and a lot of smoke.

"Looks like I hit a nerve," I said, laughing untill I noticed that Scarlet had vanished during the smokescreen.

I closed my eyes and focused on my other senses, which had never failed me before. I heard a small clinking of metal coming from behind and spun round, opening my eyes and spotting the evil Charmander standing ontop of the one lamppost that was still standing.

"You have lost your entertainment value," it yelled down at me, "prepare to die."

"I've been preparing for that for the last five years, still haven't got round to actually dying though," I called back, using annoyance tactics that I had learnt off of Squirtle.

"Well allow me to change that," came the cold hearted reply as Scarlet inhaled. Leaving me to chuckle to myself, fire wouldn't do anything to me. Then my opponent shot out a stream of bright blue flames and I could see sparks shooting off of it.

'That isn't normal fire,' I thought, as I dived clear of the blast, I didn't want to test if I was immune to that stuff.

"What's the matter?" Scarlet called down, "can't take a little Dragonbreath?"

"I'd like to see you come down here and say that to my face," I replied, dashing towards the lamppost and slashing it with my claws, "Timber!"