Well, now the others try to calm Flame down long enough to get him back to the Center. That could be a problem, considering what he managed to do to Frank's team. But we better not tell them that.

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Episode 109: Ferality

The claws were pulled back and Frank didn't even raise his arms to try and ward the blow off. Untill Scyther dived in and swiped the claws away.

"Flame, calm down!" He yelled, which was a slight shock. I'd never heard Scyther yell before, but the surrealness of the situation probably didn't help the matter.

Scyther knocked Flame off of Frank with his other blade, using the flat end, so Moron could get close enough to pull the red-head out of the warzone.

"That Charmander is crazy," Frank muttered as he was led away.

"You're the one that fought him four on one," Moron replied, "so you're even crazier. How about you let us handle this? Wartortle, you think you can handle it?"

"Will do, boss," I replied with a salute as the two Human's left the area, heading back for the Center.

Flame was back on his feet and managing to ward Scyther off with streams of fire, leaving me the duty of putting out the fires before they burnt the whole place down. But Scyther was handling it well, dispite being unable to get past the feral Charmander's claws.

"Sorry Flame," I heard him muttered as he brought one blade up and swung down, almost in slow motion.

He brought the sharp side of his blade down on Flame's head and both of us were shocked when Flame managed to catch it. His eyes stared back into Scyther's and my own, giving nothing away. All that was in those eyes was a lot of anger and hatred.

"You will be sorry," he growled as Scyther took a fireball strait to the chest. The force knocked him backwards and strait onto his rear end, not a most ninja like thing to do. I was worried that he'd ignite, being a bug Pokémon and everything. But he got back up, his front was charred black but okay.

"Carapace is fireproof," he explained as he got back to his feet, "as long as Scyther don't take another blast like that, it'll be fine."

"Then get out of here untill you can," I told him as I stepped towards Flame, who was watching us without making a move, "I'll keep him busy untill the others get here."

Scyther glanced across at Flame for several seconds, the Charmander was breathing heavily and still watching us. He seemed to be more curious about what we were doing then angry, which I wasn't entirely sure was a good thing. Eventually Scyther nodded and headed after Moron, leaving me alone with the Charmander.

"Flame, you still in there?" I asked, genuinely worried about my Charmander buddy. I'd never seem him flip out in that way before.

"What the hell do you want?" He growled in return, "ruined a perfectly good dinner."

"Okay, that is just plain wrong," I replied, starting to get slightly weirded out, "Scyther is your friend."

"I wasn't talking about the bug."

"That's even more wrong!" I practically yelled at him, comepletely weirded out now, "I know you don't like Frank but that's taking it a bit too far."

He laughed for a about it minute, which made me a wee bit uncomfortable. While he was doing so, I spotted his sunglasses laying in the grass beside me and picked them up. The tinted glass glinted in the sunlight that filtered down through the tree's leaves.

Unfortunatly, Flame hadn't lost his battle skills when he went crazy and used my distraction to sneak closer and launch a fireball at me. I noticed at the last second and pulled into my shell in the nick of time, actually seeing the worst of the blast pass strait over the headhole.

When the heat died down, I popped back out and spotted that the glasses had been turned into a pile of melted goo. I was somewhat happy that I hadn't been wearing those at the time, although the loss of a fine pair of glasses was still a nasty blow. Good headwear is so hard to find.

I glared at Flame and launched my own volley, in the form of my powerfull water gun. The blast caught the Charmander completely off guard, he had been preoccupied with laughing like a sociopath again. It knocked him off of his feet and he tumbled backwards, rolling several times before coming to a stop.

He still got back up, dispite his tail flame being only half the size it had been before. Another problem with this was that, if he didn't look psychotic enough before, the anger was back. I had felt a little guilty in attacking him, like I had back in Vermillion. But the same thought that had occured then gave me an alibi. He was nuts, if I didn't help take him down then someone would really get hurt.

He fired off a second fireball, which I shot down with a water filled bubble. I didn't want to blast him again, I might end up killing him. No matter how crazy he was, he was still my friend. Nothing more, nothing less. My plan was simply to keep him at bay untill back up arrived, which was handy because it was sitting in the treetops just as Flame charged.

Scout shot down from the trees and raced after Flame, gaining speed at a stupid rate. I dug in my heels, knowing exactly was Scout was going to do. I'd seen him training for it the night before, when we still had the imposter Flame. I had to duck my head as Scout suddenly went into hover mode and swept up his wings, kicking up a massive gust and sending Flame soaring over my head.

He hit a tree, head first. Pika and Bellsprout appeared and managed to pin down the stunned Charmander, using vine whip to bind his mouth shut so we wouldn't get a fireball to the face and he was dragged away. Me and Scout were left behind, both staring after Flame.

"Did you get a sense of déjà vu there?" Scout asked me as he stretched his wings and ran through the feathers using his beak.

"A little. It wasn't a nice feeling," I replied as I started to follow, "let's just hope we can knock some more sense into him like back in Vermillion."

"Aye," Scout sighed as he hopped along behind, after stopping the grooming of course, "I'd hate to lose him to the authorities for attempted murder. He'd be killed for it."

"Don't remind me."