Now this was a fun Episode. Mainly because of the ending. Looks like Flame's met someone with a similar personality. Mew help us all, as if one wasn't bad enough.
Episode 117: Weed Whacker
"You just forfited the right to live," the Tangela yelled as it bunched up all of its vines, except the two I had got.
"If I died everytime somebody told me I would," I muttered as I used my claws to slice the vines I was holding, "I would be dead at least ten times over."
The Tangela swung several vines at me, I dodged by diving to the side. A fireball caused it to back off, allowing me enough time to get back to my feet. It lashed out again and I was too slow to dodge, vines wrapping around all of my limbs and clamping my mouth shut.
'I get in this situation way too much,' I thought with a mental sigh as the Tangela hurled me towards the tunnel wall and released me in midair. Tate appeared out of nowhere and caught me just as I was about to slam into solid rock.
"Figured you could use a hand," he muttered as we both stood facing the Tangela.
"Yes, yes I could," I replied.
We both had to dive in opposite directions and the vines attacked again. I managed to keep them at bay with small streams of fire while Tate fought them off with teeth and claws. But, eventually, the Tangela managed to wear him down and pinned him against the wall.
"I haven't had the chance to use my Leech Seed for a while," it laughed while I struggled to fight my way through the vines. I was knocked back by a particually nasty swipe that managed to leave a white mark on my stomach scales as one of the vines that wasn't being used to fight me or pin Tate moved away from the Tangela and I noticed a sharp point on the end of it. The pointy end detached from the rest of the vine and fired itself at Tate as I swiped several vines out of my way and shot forwards fowards.
I only needed seven steps to make it there in time, I made five before a vine tripped me up. But another Pokémon stepped infront of the flying seed and knocked it out of the air with its tail. It was another Pokémon that I didn't recognize, although it's green flesh told me that it was the grass type that Tate had mentioned. It was fairly lizard like in appearence too, although the massive green eyes were kinda creepy. It was covered in many scars and red marks, so it had obviously been attacked itself by the slavedrivers.
"I was wondering when a fight was going to break out," it chuckled as small claws slid out of its paws.
"You again?" Tangela growled, "you damn Treecko's never learn."
"My name is Fervo," the grass type replied as it spun round and sliced the vines binding Tate into bits, "you would do well to remember it."
I managed to make my way over to them, igniting the odd vine or two as I went.
"Fervo, meet Flame," Tate said and we both nodded at eachother.
"What say we go shut that tumbleweed up?" Fervo asked.
"If we can hold it down, I'd be able to do much better than that," I replied, ducking under a vine and burning it with my tail flame.
The weed was moving all over the place, keeping us back with sweeping vines and the odd seed attack. Fervo was just tearing into it, using his claws to shred and vine that got close and his tail to keep others at bay. Tate was having the hardest time, his claws were not as strong or as sharp as mine or Fervo's and he was relying on his teeth. This made him slower.
Several Blues had halted work, mainly because we were in the way, and watched the battle but didn't get involved themselves. They all winced as one of the barbed seeds caught my shoulder, while I just fried the seed and carried on without bothering to remove it.
Fervo managed to make it to the center of the flailing vines and wrapped his arms around the thing, digging his claws into its hidded body. As all of the vines moved to throw him off, I prepared a fireball and launched it the moment Fervo was thrown to the side.
We all watched as the fireball smashed into the center of the vines and ignited the creature inside. The screams that followed caused us all to clutch our heads in order to block out the screeching sound as the Tangela hurtled down the tunnel, still burning, and plummet down the crevice.
"Well done," a familiar voice said and we all spun round to see the Bayleaf standing ontop of a small ledge. Tate looked scared but me and Fervo stared back at it without any fear at all. Well, we were not showing any. I was a little afraid. But only a little.
"You managed to defeat one of the strongest Greens," Bayleaf continued as it lept onto the ground, "even though you are all much weaker than it, you pooled your strength and overcame the odds."
"No, we just set it on fire," Fervo glared, "that works on most things."
"Well, you are the three toughest Blues in the entire network," Bayleaf added without stopping, "Tate has been here for over a month and is still going strong, dispite many attempts to break him. Fervo, the only grass type that isn't blessed by the shadow to stay strong without the sunlight. And Flame, the Charmander that is determined to defeat everything that stands between him and the surface."
I flinched as the seed that was lodged in my shoulder suddenly started hurting. Tate looked over and was actually concerned. I brushed it aside with a wave of my paw, and wrenched the barbed plant out of my flesh.
"Always defiant, always planning to free yourselves," Bayleaf continued after I had thrown the seed to the side, "well. I give you one last chance to become a Green. You'll be able to visit the surface, and use your strength for a proper cause."
The three of us all looked at each other and nodded simultaneously.
"We'll think about it," Fervo said and we all turned away, grabbing hold of our two sleds and continuing work.
"That went better than expected," Tate muttered as we tipped the dirt down the crevice, strait ontop of the small glow from the bottom that signaled where the Tangela had fallen, "we actually got away easy."
"Don't count on that happening again," Fervo muttered as he tipped his own load over the edge, partnered up with a racoon like Pokémon, "That Bayleaf is planning something, we better keep our guard up."
"That means we act normal," Tate added, glancing across at me, "okay, Flame? Think you can do that?"
"What? Me? Of course."
"You're not taking this seriously, are you?"
"What ever gave you that idea?" I asked, Fervo chuckled while Tate just frowned, "oh, lighten up. We'll take it as it comes, getting worked up won't help."
My paws suddenly released their hold on the sled as another wave of pain came from the wound the seed had caused. It was much worse than the first and I actually cried out.
"You've been seeded," Fervo said as I clutched my shoulder.
"No, I'm just randomly in a lot of pain!" I said, as loud and sarcastic as I could.
"We'll have to remove the seed before the wound heals, or you'll never get it out."
"I did remove it!"
"You removed the missile, not the payload."
Fervo took hold of my paw and moved it away so he could see into the wound.
"It's fairly deep, but I'll be able to remove it without any problem."
"Why does that sound like it is going to hurt?" I gasped as the pain started up again.
"It will hurt, yes, but it won't drain you of all energy like that seed will if we leave it," Fervo muttered, "Tate, get a hold of Flames arms. I don't want him punching me."
I clenched my paws as Tate did what he was told, pinning my arms to my sides. Fervo looked strait into my eyes and spoke slowly, "I'm going to do this on the count of five. One. Two."
Then he jammed a claw into the wound and flicked out the seed, while I tried not to scream.
"That wasn't so bad, was it?" He asked.
"What the fuck happened to five?" I yelled, Tate still refusing to let go of my arms.
"I got you while you were not tensed up, it hurt less. If I had gone on five, you would be screaming right about now instead of just yelling. Now, I wouldn't strain that arm too much but it should be fine tomorrow."
"You won't be," I growled, "you'll be lucky to last five minutes when Tate lets go of me."