Well, this was a fairly easy one to write. Once I knew what I was doing. Plus we finally get to see what the new guys can do, plus some new tricks for some of the old ones. Round one: Fight!
Episode 128: Skirmish
"Oops," Scyther muttered when I finally decided that I was still alive and that I could open my eyes.
"What do you mean by 'oops?' What have you done?" I stammered, expecting to suddenly be overcome with pain.
"Scyther nearly overshot the vine, luckily Scyther redirected the blow in time so Scyther missed your tail," came the bugs explanation, allowing me a sigh of relief. I had half expected for it to be me that was missing my tail.
"Next time, just saw us loose," Fervo said as I used my claws to shred his vines.
"Scyther hopes that there will not be a next time," the ninja replied
"Me neither, my butt is sore thanks to that damn rock," I added, "what? It is."
"Yes, I really wished to know about the current status of your rear end," Fervo muttered as he covered his eyes with his paw and wiped his face before looking back up.
"Scyther thinks that finding the others is a good idea."
"As long as we don't get tied up again," I inputted, "my bu-"
"We know!" Fervo interrupted with a yell, "can we please just get going? This place gives me the creeps."
So we headed off back into the forest, Scyther keeping a careful eye on our surroundings.
"Where are Cray and Roco?" Fervo asked as we traipsed along.
"Cray and Roco have decided to join Joanne's party. Moron and Joanne were discussing Tate when Scyther left to find Flame."
"Are you always this formal?" The Treecko sighed.
"Pretty much."
When we arrived back in the clearing, one thing became obvious to us strait away.
"Crap, I can't believe that they are fighting," Fervo muttered as Squirt charged towards Tate, who spun around and lashed out with his tail. This forced Squirt to back off a little
"It is not a normal fight," Scyther said as he glanced across at the two Human Trainers, "Moron and Joanne would not allow it if it was."
"They're having a test battle," Scout called down from up in the treetops, "and now that you lot are here, the fun can really start."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" I asked, watching as Scout yelled out to Tate.
Tate smirked as Squirt fired himself towards the Totodile, using his powerful shell attack. Tate didn't make any move to dodge and moved his paws up, just in time for Squirt to slam into them. I gasped as Tate fell backwards, somehow managing to hold onto Squirt's shell as he went. We all had to dive out of the way as he lashed out with his legs and sent the shell shooting off in our direction. Squirt's attack collided with a tree, the force nearly uprooting it, and the turtle collapsed.
"I really, really need to get seatbelts," he muttered before being sucked back into his Pokéball.
Moron glanced across at us and smiled to himself, which sent a small shiver down my spine. Luckily, it wasn't me that was next up.
"Scyther, think you can handle him?" Moron called over, causing the ninja to smirk as he stepped forward.
"Let us find out," he called out when he reached the center of the clearing and turned to face the Totodile, who was (understandably) looking fairly scared.
"Totodile!" Joanne called from her side of the clearing, "Water gun."
"Scyther, do what you do best!" Moron countered and the two Pokémon launched their attacks at the same time.
Tate's water jet passed through thin air as Scyther sidestepped the blast, bringing up both blades as he broke into a sprint. Tate managed to catch one of the blades in his bite but the flat side of the second swept him off of his feet. As Tate lay on his back, Scyther held the sharp blade edge to his throat.
"Dead," the ninja muttered as Joanne recalled Tate, "but he has potential, blocking my speed takes good reflexes and instincts."
Moron looked smug; knowing that nothing Joanne had could take Scyther in a strait fight. But Joanne had a plan and Scout was called upon. He burst into the air, keeping his distance from the bug as he flew around the clearing and was rapidly gaining speed.
"Now, this could be a problem," Scyther muttered as his own wings unsheathed themselves, "Scyther cannot use wings for actual flight, just for extra agility."
I watched as Scout shot towards the bug, which slashed with both blades but missing as the Pidgey veered away at the last instant. Scout pulled the same move again and again, forcing Scyther to keep his guard up. I know that the moment Scyther let his defence slip, Scout would take him apart. Moron knew it too, as he called out for Scyther to go on the attack so Scout couldn't wear him down. Scyther nodded and leaped into the air, soaring over Scout's attack and landing behind the bird.
Scyther kept running and leaped onto the, vertical, rock face and coiled his legs up before bouncing off with force. Scout, who was still slightly stunned by Scyther's sudden move, only just managed to pull up and away from Scyther's attack; which would have taken him out if it had hit. As Scout soared back up into the air, Scyther skidded to a halt on the ground and folded his blades as he watched the Pidgey.
"Scout has to have a back up, Scout isn't stupid enough to attack Scyther in close combat," he muttered as Scout soared above him, turning into a steep dive, "or maybe Scout is."
Scyther jumped backwards and bounced off of a tree trunk, his wings providing enough boost to allow him to shoot strait towards Scout in a collision course. I noticed a blue glow around Scout's wings and was shouting out a warning when the Pidgey pulled out of his dive, while a glowing form of him continued on the attack. Scyther looked stunned his blades passed strait through the fake Pidgey, yet the blue bird still managed to knock him off balance and towards the ground.
"Holy mother of Mew," I muttered as Scyther crash landed in the grass and the fake Pidgey disintegrated, while the real one kept flying over head. Yet, true to form, Scyther managed to climb back onto his feet. His legs were shaky and his eyes rolled into the back of his head as he collapsed completely, giving Scout the win.
"Heh, Aerial Ace does have its uses," Scout called down as Moron returned the unconscious ninja, "I didn't hold back, neither did he. Guess he got lucky."
"Why is my doom sense ringing?" Fervo asked, the answer becoming clear when Moron called out for Treecko, "hell no."
"Hey," I said as I shoved him forward, "you've got ranged attacks, use them. Scout is prone to crashing into trees, try and take hold of that advantage."
"Be careful, Scout," Joanne called, "we don't know what that Treecko is capable of."
"I don't know what I'm capable of," Fervo sighed, "but let's get this suicide mission over with."
Scout immediately went in for a tackle, which Fervo dodged without any trouble. Scout had to bank out to the left in order to avoid the forest and the trees within.
"Come on Fervo," I muttered, as Scyther managed to limp up beside me after regaining consciousness.
"Fervo may have problems here too, grass Pokémon have a weakness to flyers like Scout. Just like Scyther does."
"But Fervo has a few tricks that you don't," I replied as Fervo evaded another lightning fast tackle.
As Scout turned around for another go, Fervo inhaled and fired small seeds as fast as he could. The seeds pelted Scout, causing him to get disoriented as he tried to evade the barrage of bullets. Then his weakness kicked in, he hit a tree. I winced as he crumpled up against the thick trunk. Joanne recalled him and Moron cheered.
"Guess you can't always rely on type advantages," Joanne said as she took out another Pokéball, "so let's see if he can take another grass type. Go Bellsprout!"
"This should be an interesting battle," Scyther said as the mute weed appeared, "Bellsprout is nearly impossible to tackle at both close and long ranges, but has very limited attacks."
"So it could go either way," I muttered as Fervo stared at his new opponent, I could almost read his thoughts on his face. It seemed to say 'what the fuck?'
"Treecko, use your claws!" Moron called, causing Fervo to make a middle claw salute. Moron sighed, "That is not what I meant."
"I knew that," Fervo muttered, scratching the back of his head before flexing his sharp claws and charging towards the Bellsprout.