It's a Pokemon world ch 8 - field trip
Grassy Plain Park - Bounty
"You know when you said we would be providing security, this isn't what I expected," Scar deadpanned, as he looked out over several children playing together in a grassy field.
"Not every mission we'll get is for a Mystery Dungeon, Scar," Flaaffy rolled her eyes from besides him.
"Yeah, and I get that, that's fine by me. I just- well what are we doing here, specifically?" Scar questioned, he didn't mind that they were effectively playing security for what was basically a school field trip, nor that they wouldn't be getting paid.
No, it just seemed like a waste of time, and more importantly, resources, to the Firedog.
'Perhaps Flaaffy's being over protective?' He wondered silently, Patches was included in the class after all. The young lamb was currently being carried in a small Mawile's 'horn' jaws, even as a little Litleo gave chase.
Snivy puffed up in pride, "Why, we are providing an honor guard of course, t'is an honor to safe guard the next generation, Sir Scar."
"And I'm not denying that, but why? Their parents are here, and they have an officer present, right there," He jabbed a paw towards the watching Mawile, who was conveniently next to Amp, proving both of his points.
"Nay, t'is a sister watching her younger this day," Snivy grumbled, 'At least she's a good sister.'
"Hmm," He grunted, conceding that point, though it hadn't answered his question.
He focused on his ears for a moment trying to drown out the children, attempting to listen for any abnormalities.
Hey, just because this wasn't an ACTUAL paid mission, didn't mean he wouldn't take it seriously, it was actually good practice.
Flaaffy sighed, but recognized the Growlithe's cocked head and twitching ears as him doing his job, 'It's a good sight, visible, and makes it obvious we're doing our job.'
She noted some of the Pokemon occasionally glancing in their direction.
"Look, I know you'd prefer doing an actual mission, but we were requested for this," Flaffy huffed.
"Indeed, Scar, t'would appear our legend has already begun to spread, and we cannot simply deny them when they require our assistance," Snivy frowned at him, wondering why he was so unsure.
'He isn't bothered by the lack of payment, nor by the children, and I KNOW Scar would not object to helping his fellow Pokemon,' Snivy tried to sus out the answer to her comrades plight, as it turned out he would provide the answer himself.
"No, it's not that, it's just- well their safe, inside the town, right? And we could be helping others that need it, instead we're just sort of... sitting here," He wasn't against helping out, but he could be using this time to prepare for, and maybe even find, some answers, of which he had precious few right now.
Scar twitched slightly readjusting his head at a possible sound, and scenting the air, but he picked up nothing unusual, there were far to many Pokemon present to pinpoint anything without getting closer.
Flaaffy let out a small, "Ah," now understanding his questioning.
Snivy gave a small smile at his answer and patted his flank, "T'is good of you, but we are needed here."
Flaaffy thankfully explained, "After Patches mishap last month, parents have been reluctant to let their children roam. I'm not surprised you haven't noticed, that's the same time you arrived, after all."
She pointed to the nearby tree tops, "We're surrounded by danger on all sides already, with the Firebrand around. They were already scared, Pokemon go missing sometimes, it's just not safe anymore. So the children haven't had much chance to play because of that."
"Indeed, and so we must reassure them," Snivy grinned.
"I... see," He frowned, he sort of got it, it was about keeping morale up.
"So, we're here to make them FEEL safe?" The Firedog tried.
"Exactly," Flaaffy nodded happily.
"T'is no excuse for laziness, however," Snivy watched over the park, "We shall remain vigilant and keep our charges safe."
Flaaffy rolled her eyes at her leafy friend, before addressing the striped dog, "Think of it like community service, Scar."
"Yeah, I got it," He shook his head with an amused huff, "I don't mind, really, I'm happy to help. I was just misreading the situation, is all."
'Maybe most towns are safer than this?' The Firedog had to wonder, and wasn't that saying something, considering he wouldn't call this town particularly rough.
Outside of town, sure.
But, people went missing on the regular back on Earth, kidnapping and murder happened on the regular, to the extent that only high profile cases were even reported on, there was terrorism and slavery, and frankly a mind boggling amount of corruption, and less said about some of the third world countries, the better.
Now, not every where was like that, but it was common enough that most people were numb to it.
This place has its problems, sure, but by human standards it was safe enough, so long as they stayed inside the town.
Then again he'd only been here just over a month, so he had nothing to compare this town to in this world.
Still, if it made the kids happy, and helped the towns morale, who was he to complain, he had time.
Flaaffy smiled, "I gathered."
"Good, then perhaps we should make ourselves known?" Snivy grinned.
"They already know we're here Snivy," Flaaffy responded exasperatedly.
"Indeed, but t'would be safer for our charges to remain close, no?" Snivy responded excitedly.
...
"You just want an excuse to play, don't you?" The bipedal sheeps face was flat in response.
"O-Of course, however else shall we mask our presence to any ne'er-do-wells?" Snivy was sweating, figuratively.
Flaaffy just stared at her.
Growlithe cocked his brow in question, "Isn't being seen the whole point? To act as a deterrent."
...
"A-And we shall, where would be safer than right next to one of us," She declared nervously.
Flaaffy just continued to stare.
...
"Riiiight, well I'm just gonna go, check the perimeter," Scar backed away from the impending argument.
"Yes, you do that," Flaaffy smiled far too happily.
Growlithe didn't need to be told twice.
The Firedog didn't get far before he heard familiar screaming, more specifically Flaaffy, as she was picked up by Snivy, who in turn was now running toward a hoard of children, laughing maniacally.
He wasn't concerned, Snivy did stuff like that all the time.
He paused at the treeline, 'Oh no, I HAVE gotten used to it.'
Just as Bliss foretold.
...
'Worth it,' He smiled and began establishing a perimeter, curious as to what he had heard prior.
Flaaffy was panting, forget Mystery Dungeon's, THIS was exhausting.
'Why didn't I just go with Scar?' She groaned from where she lay on the ground.
"Awww, com' on sis," Patches encouraged his sister.
"No more, just let me die," She begged.
"Oh, come now, Flaaffy, t'has only been three hours," Snivy sniggered from above her.
The mid stage evolution twitched, "Only!"
"Indeed, we have taken far longer missions before," The grass lizard-snake rolled her brown eyes.
"Well, yes, but it's not like we're constantly running and fighting, we're walking and checking the area as well," Flaaffy growled out, embarrassed.
"Hmm, perhaps we should do some physical training on top of sparing and move training," Snivy pondered aloud, rubbing her 'chin' even as her friend rapidly paled.
"NOPE," The wooly Pokemon shot up, "I'm up, I'm fine."
Snivy just smirked, suspiciously.
Mareep validated that smirk a moment later, "YES! Come on sis we're gonna play tag!"
'Noooo, how did I fall for that,' Flaaffy wept over exaggeratedly, as she was dragged off by her brother to continue playing.
Snivy sniggered.
"I see you haven't changed," A voice got her attention.
And there went her good cheer.
"Ah, Mary I see you too hath come out this wonderful day," Snivy forced a smile, 'She isn't getting to me, she isn't.'
The Mawile scoffed and crossed her arms, "It's Mawile to you Snivy, and aren't you supposed to be playing security at this picnic, not actually playing."
Snivy bit back a growl, "It is well in claw, MAWILE, we are remaining with the children whilst Sir Scar secures the perimeter."
"Ah, I see, so while you slack off, your capable teammate is doing the job for you," Mawile shook her head, her long back jaw swinging like hair would.
Snivy grit her teeth, "This coming from the Mon that sits at a desk all day?"
Mawile glared, "At least I'm capable of doing my job without putting others in harms way."
The little grass type did growl this time, "At least WE actually help Pokemon, we are a team, and we take on the risk together."
The Mawile's back jaws snapped involuntarily behind her, "Oh, yes I'm sure it not just YOU dragging THEM into dangerous situations!"
"I. Do. Not! Flaaffy wishes to help Pokemon, I only give her a push, and Scar has been doing so before we even met," Snivy responded, both Pokemon butting heads at this point.
"Erm, Ladies?"
""WHAT!""
Both Pokemon turned toward the voice, revealing a both concerned and amused Growlithe.
"Ah," Mawile cleared her throat, "Apologies Growlithe."
"Scar! Umm, g-glorious, how goes your assignment?" Snivy rallied, blushing and embarrassed at her temperament.
Scar gave both a flat look, causing both to look away.
His next words swept away that embarrassment, "I think we're been watched."
Mawile froze, and Snivy's eyes narrowed.
"Act normal," Scar stressed.
Snivy far more used to dangerous situations responded first, forcing a smile on her face, "Indeed, and what quarry do we face?"
"Poison types, not sure which, but their sneaky, been watching this whole time. I haven't made it clear that I know they're here, so keep acting natural. But be ready to fight, I don't know how they'll act when they're made, or why they're here," The Growlithe snorted a laugh out randomly, trying to disguise the conversation.
"Huzzah!" Snivy followed along with a laugh, before continuing in a lower voice, "How many?"
"Three," Growlithe shook himself out, "I think? But the moment we try and confront them they'll attack, I smell a lot of greed on them."
The striped canine turned toward Mawile, "I recommend you both rally with Flaaffy, officer, and move the kids away from the area. While I continue perimeter checks, to avoid suspicion. If they try to follow, I'll engage."
Mawile nodded once, and straightened with an over the top huff, flicking her head and secondary jaws back, as her training kicked in, "Fine be like that!"
She matched away, toward the group of playing children.
"Scar, don't do anything stupid," Snivy swallowed, 'As much as I hate the idea, the children are our top priority, Scar can handle it, I know he can.'
She trusted him.
"I'll be fine, just be ready to back me up when the kids are clear," He smiled and nodded heading back toward the tree line, though not directly towards the possible threats location, no need to spook them.
"Come on, sis, why can't Mister Scar play with us as well?" Mareep moaned, even as his Mawile friend chewed on him.
His Litleo friend bounced besides him, "Yeah, Miss Flaaffy, I wanna meet another good fire type!"
The little normal/fire type Pokemon jumped from paw to paw, causing the small tuff of flame on her head to flicker slightly, not that it stopped the black and brown, lioness looking cub.
"He is busy at the moment," Flaaffy replied with some irritation.
'Being completely honest I'm glad my brother has found such a positive Male role model in Scar, even if he is a little over the top about it,' She let out a sigh at the pouting faces she received.
And Mawile's blank one.
At first she had been annoyed at Mareep's hero worship of the Mon, but there were far worse Pokemon to look up to, and he had been far more focused lately, 'It's good for a young boy like him to have a male to look up to, and I understand why he would after what happen.'
"Aww, but I'm the only one here that hasn't met him yet," The Litleo pouted, "My sister's haven't met him yet either, I was gonna be the first."
The youngest of three sisters she had a lot to prove, and meeting one of the strongest up and coming fire types in town would garner attention from her large family.
It was expected even, females made up over 85 percent of their species, so there was a lot of competition.
Thankfully, she was still too young to understand why there was so much competition.
Flaaffy twitched slightly, 'Of course, he also sang Growlithe's praise to any that would listen.'
She wasn't jealous, she wasn't.
She pouted.
"Flaaffy," Someone grabbed her attention.
"Mawile?" She was surprised, her old friend was willingly talking to her.
Mawile paused, looking at the children, "We need to gather the children up and meet up with their guardians," She said carefully.
She continued, grabbing her sisters hand, "It's time to go."
'What?' Flaaffy frowned.
"OVER HERE CHILDREN!" Snivy shouted, waving her vines in the air, already surrounded by most of the parents.
"WE'RE PLAYING A NEW GAME!" That got the little ones attention.
"Woo!"
"AWESOME."
"I'll beat you!"
"Nu-uh"
The children flooded away from the tree line toward the top of the hill where Snivy stood.
'Somethings going on,' Flaaffy realized, "You heard her, let's go," She waved the little Mons in front of her.
Growlithe waited, this certainly hadn't gone the way he expected after he'd been informed of why they'd taken the mission.
He thought they'd just be spending the time practicing their skills, not putting them to possible use.
Which begged the question, what was going on?
His ear twitched as the children began leaving, 'Nice one, Snivy.'
He waited, zeroed on their position now.
Would they retreat, or would they risk exposure?
Rustle, rustle.
They were moving, quietly to their credit, but not quiet enough for his ears.
He followed, no longer playing dumb.
They stopped.
He waited.
And he waited some more.
...
Hisssss
Scar dodged to the side as a purple poisonous blob flashed with speed from the treeline and truck the earth, detonating in a flash of toxic energy.
Confrontation it is.
Of course that caused the civilians to start screaming and panicking, they were a good distance now, but not out of view.
The scarred Growlithe didn't have time to focus on that, as a second blob came from the tree line.
Besides, he trusted his teammates.
He dodged again, the purple goo once more striking the ground.
Seconds later came a very slow voice, "Sluuuudge... Boooomb."
"Your aim's a little off, don't you thi-,"
A second voice cut him off, just as slow as the first, "Sheeeell... Siiide... Arrrm."
...
Okay then.
"Boooosss, caaaan IIIII eaaaat hiiiim," Came the first voice again.
"Idiots!" Came a new voice.
Yeah, no.
"Fire Fang," Growlithe chomped into the bottom of one of the trees, biting deep, splintering the wood with his flaming jaws.
Crack!
Then he turned and struck the compromised tree with both his rear paws, "Double Kick!"
Right toward the voices.
"Move!" The newer voice commanded.
Something did indeed move.
It didn't get far, as Growlithe launched himself at the blurred silhouette, and using his Double Kick to empower his run, he hit his target head on.
"Fire Fang!"
Chomp.
He bit deep into the unknown target, earning himself a loud shout of pain from the hostile Pokemon.
"Ahhhhhhh!"
Right as the tree hit the ground.
Thud.
The shout off pain cut off, "Damned Mutt!"
Thump.
"Gah," Growlithe was punched off of his target, hit right in the face.
Back flipping while airborne he landed on his feet.
""Ouuuuuuuch,"" Came the same slow voices from before.
"You idiots get over here and help me!"
Scar shook his head, wiping away the fog from his rattled head, 'That was a strong punch.'
""Yeeeees, boooooooss.""
Assessing the situation he had put himself into, the striped canine quickly realized he was out matched.
In front of him was the Toxicroak he had just bitten, flanked by both a Swalot and a Galarian Slowbro.
Slowbro traditionally evolved somewhere after level thirty, though the same wasn't true of the Galarian Form, whether that was still true here, he didn't know.
The bipedal and rather rotund pink and squat salamander had splashes of purple on its scalp, tail and forearms indicating its Galarian Form, along with the spiral conch-like shell cannon on its left arm.
Worse, it had a natural water type move pool.
Swalot was the least problematic, evolving in its late twenties somewhere, the purple blob like Pokemon had yellow whiskers framing it's stretchy gaping mouth.
He took some measure of satisfaction in the fact those two were covered in leaves and splintered wood.
Both Pokemon were known for being slow, mentally, so it's no surprise they hadn't moved in time.
But that meant.
He eyed the Toxicroak as it waved off the pain from its burned arm. The bipedal and rather humanoid frog, was by far the most dangerous hostile present, it's middle finger was bladed, and it's blue slick skin could secrete poison, 'I really hope this guy doesn't have Poison Touch, what level did they evolve again, forty?'
37 actually, but he's close enough.
It was also the fastest Mon here save himself, that made it a priority target.
'This isn't a good situation,' Growlithe put himself in the high twenties at worst to low thirties at best, a good jump up from the low twenties he was in before, especially after a month of work.
But not good enough, not for this.
He glared at the Toxicroak and felt his Intimidate activate, as it nursed its burn, a bit of luck for the fire type, "Why are you here?"
The Toxicroak's red vocal sac inflated, and not to talk.
Scar moved, charging the blue poison type.
Just in time.
"Venoshock!" The goopy stream of Poison just missed him.
"Fire Fang!" He lunged for the Pokemons legs trying to slow it.
"Sucker Punch," He didn't make it as a bladed finger struck him.
Growlithe readjusted himself barely stopping the enemy strike from hitting his head again, but he still felt it pound the top of his leg/shoulder.
He replied in kind biting into the Poison frog's other forearm as it struck him.
Chomp.
""Ahhhh!"" Both Pokemon had been hit, and were locked in place digging fang and claw into each other.
Even with the burn and Intimidate lowering it's attack stat, it still hurt.
It became obvious at this point that the, Toxicroak, unfortunately, didn't have the Dry Skin ability, it would have taken much more damage from a fire attack otherwise.
"SHOOT!" The obvious leader of these idiots ordered.
The frog grabbed the Firedogs head with his burned arm, holding him in place, but flinching as he did.
Growlithe began a tugging war with the larger Pokemon, trying to maneuver out of the way, even as dumb and dumber finally responded and slowly lined up a shot.
...
The Slowbro was the first to respond, raising its cannon, "Yeeeees, boooosss."
Then the Swalot began to inflate.
'Alright, plan B,' Growlithe lowered his stance and put more energy into the attack than was likely nesserssary.
"REVERSAL!" He pulled himself back, still latched on to his enemy, dropping onto his back as he did, "DOUBLE KICK!" Followed with two paws to the Toxicroak's gut as he lost balance.
That was enough, enough to throw the Pokemon over him and into the line of fire as he smashed into the ground.
Hisssss.
Hisssss.
BOOM!
Both shots detonated on contact, the resistant type match up still doing some damage.
Though far less than if it had hit the panting fire type.
"YOU IDIOTS!" Case and point the bipedal frog was already back on his feet, even with the extra damage from Scar's own attacks the Pokemon was mostly fine... mostly.
But it's previously burned arm was now completely limp at its side.
These Pokemon were strong, but not disciplined, nor working as a team.
The fact that Toxicroak had taken his eyes off of the Firedog to reprimand his lackies was testament to that.
And it was the perfect opening.
Scar closed the small distance between them immediately, "Close Combat!"
The blue frog turned at the reminder that he was, in fact, still in combat. Just in time to get a glowing blue paw to the throat sac.
"Gah," He gagged.
Followed by a slug to the chin and finally a drop kick to one of his large feet, with all of the Growlithe's weight. Which he then sprang off of, "Double Kick."
Crack.
"AHHHHH!" The frog screamed doubling over, not grabbing his foot but in fact raising his good arm ready to attack.
Growlithe landed a few feet away from the frog, still on his feet, but his muscles felt softer, his defence had dropped.
"So, gonna tell me why your here?" Growlithe stalled for time.
"Yoooou," The frog paused.
"You know what?" The Poison type team leader asked rhetorically, coming to a decision.
"You think you can get away with this, messing up our operations, like this? You goody, goody, idiot, I'll admit you're tougher than those other morons that think they can change things. But this town is ours, and you ain't taking it, not without a civil war, this is how things work here, so you best get used to it. You don't mess with us, we don't mess with you, get it?" He finished.
'Oh, wow, am I getting ANOTHER evil 'join me' monologue? Should I keep track like Abridged Freezer?' Scar rolled his eyes.
"I don't remember asking, I asked why you're here, remember? Did I hit you too hard?" Scar taunted.
The frog croaked angrily, "Don't you get it Mutt! Theres hundreds of us, this town belongs to us, so long as we keep up appearances. Arrest me? I'll be out in a week, tops," He was bragging.
The firedog frowned, "That right? You know what?"
"What?"
"I know why whoever 'they' are put you in charge of those idiots, all that information you just gave me? That must make you king of the idiots, huh? Thanks for that, I'll make sure to break you, you won't ever be able to leave your cell," The dog growled darkly.
'The children feared them, so I'll make them so afraid of ME they can't scare the children anymore,' Scar accelerated.
The frog had broken out in a cold sweat as a flash of momentary horror passed by his features.
"GET HIM!" The frog yelled, "Sucker Punch!"
But Scar wasn't attacking, he slipped under the blue frogs legs dodging the blow, and repositioning himself behind the king idiot.
"DOUBLE KICK" He struck right at the amphibians joint, the same leg he'd previously damaged.
Crack!
The frog crocked angrily, and turned quickly, even with the damaged joint.
'This is gonna suck,' The Firedog saw the incoming punch and jumped, closing the distance himself, giving it less time to build momentum, and latching onto the arm, his mouth igniting again.
"Fire Fang," He wouldn't be shaken off, even as the enemy Pokemon flung his arm around trying to dislodge the fire type, Growlithe hugged the entire limb biting deeper and deeper, with more and more force, no longer content to hold back.
Untill.
Pop.
He broke skin and blood poured from the wound.
The Poison type screamed at the damage, even as the dog began to full on maul the limb shaking his head to and fro.
"POISON JAB!" He screamed, and the limb lit up with purple Poisonous energy.
"Ahhhhhhh!" Growlithe screamed in turn, releasing his grip, as the Poison entered his maw.
Given the chance now, the Toxicroak launched the fire type off of his savaged limb.
And collapsed to his good knee as he lost all feeling in the arm.
Scar coughed, hitting something, spitting up the poison, but it was to late, nausea hit him and his organs felt like they were liquidizing, his muscles burned.
A limb clamped around him.
"Gah," Was his weak response.
"Booooss, I... gooot hiiiim," He'd crashed into the Slowbro.
"Caaaan IIII eaaaat hiiiim?" The Swalot asked at the same time.
"K-Kill him," The frog barely gasped out, not in any shape to continue, but still giving orders.
He looked afraid.
The arm holding the striped canine tightened slowly, choking him, as the conch-cannon slowly came up.
The conch glowed blue this time, and was so close he felt moisture in the air, 'Water move.'
Scar wanted to rest, 'How long has it been, are the kids safe?'
He wheezed.
The poison was making it difficult to think of a plan, luckily the Slowbro was, well, slow.
Slowbro brought its cannon straight up to Growlithe's head going for point blank range.
Big mistake.
"Fire Fang," Scar latched onto the side of the conch, struggling to keep the tip away from him.
Unfortunately the slow pokemon was just that, slow, not stupid, and it began to panic now it's attack wouldn't work.
It tightened its grip.
Scar was hurting and bearly able to breath.
"Seriously!?" The Toxicroak gasped, trying to remain up right on a single knee, "What will it take to put you down!?"
"More than you're capable of, fool," A voice spat out from behind the king of idiots.
"Vine Whip!" Snivy's vines wrapped around his throat pulling him down, as he writhed on the floor trying to breath.
"Thunder Wave!" A bolt of Flaaffy's lightning hit the Slowbro, but negated the poisoned doggo.
It spasmed releasing its attack into the sky, it was enough for Scar to push.
"R-Reversal," He stammered, his jaws still locked around the cannons side.
And with a grunt of effort he pulled.
CRACK!
With the momentary energy boost from his injuries powering the attack, he flipped the huge salamander down in front of him with a twist of his head, shoulder checking the Pokemon as he rolled over it with his momentum.
He didn't stick the landing, collapsing, now sprawled out on the floor in front of the downed Slowbro, panting, "Ah, ah, ah."
"Boooooooss?" The Swalot finally caught on, looking confused.
"Sucker Punch, Crunch!" Mawile shot in punching the purple blob in the stomach, followed with her large horn jaws clamping around it and holding it in place.
Scar threw up a purple liquid, in lieu of speaking his relief.
"SCAR!" Flaaffy was by his side.
"P-Pecha," He chocked out.
The pink ovis immediately rooted around in her bag, and after a few seconds produced a peach colored Pecha berry.
"Here," She pushed the Pecha in front of his maw.
Chomp.
It was gone and swallowed in one bite, allowing the Growlithe to slump in relief, 'Ohhhh, that's so much better.'
His muscles no longer burned, his organs no longer felt like they were liquidizing, he just felt sore, but strangly, still sick.
'At least the pains subsiding,' He forced himself back up, still dizzy.
Whip, thunk.
The frog sailed through the air crashing straight into the pink salamander, courtesy of the grass typed member of Team Striker.
Both of them tumbled toward the tree line, as Snivy rushed over.
"Scar, are you alright?" The Grass type closed the distance until they were nose to nose, as she began physically checking him over.
"Exhausted, hurting, but it's getting better as the poison fades. I'll be alright," He panted out his conclusion, the poisoning wasn't as bad now, but he still felt sick.
Snivy and Flaaffy both sighed in relief.
"The kids?" He inquired.
"Safe," Flaaffy sighed as the tension bleed from her body.
"Excellence work Growlithe, I've already sent a runner to the station," Mawile apprised him, holding the Swalot down.
"Thanks for playing along," He sat on his hind legs and sighed.
"Ouuuuch," The Slowbro was getting over its paralysis and injury remarkably quickly, likely because the psychic type had resisted the fighting type move, now it was trying to get back up.
But it was thankfully still pinned by the now unconscious Toxicroak.
"Charge" Flaaffy sparked with electrical currents.
"Magical leaf" Snivy launched several glowing multicolored leaves.
"Thunder Shock," Flaaffy finished, a bolt of electricity jumping to the slow creature as the Magical Leaf hit.
Shing.
Zaaap.
And down it went, still conscious but dazed.
"And stay down, Vine Whip," Snivy's vines wrapped the two Pokemon up immediately.
And then she started glowing.
What?
"Snivy, your evolving!" Flaaffy look on at the sight.
Snivy's form began to change, her form lengthened but remained bipedal even as her arms shrunk somewhat, two leaf-like ridges formed up her tail and low spine. A yellow V-shaped structure that started at her chest extended behind her shoulders as the glowing died down.
Luckily said structure had avoided her bandana.
She opened her newly red eyes and grinned happily, "HA-HA!" She cheered.
Huh, well that just happened.
"Snivy?" Flaaffy asked.
"Ah, ah, ah, it's Servine now," She laughed, wagging a finger at her friend.
"Yup, that's her alright," The electric member of Team Striker shook her head in bemusement.
"Of course it is, I'm still me," Sniv- sorry Servine rolled her eyes.
"Like her messes weren't hard enough to deal with before," Mawile groaned.
"Hey!"
"Any idea who these morons are?" The Growlithe interrupted the impending argument.
"Ah," Servine choked on her indignation, "I-I've never seen them before."
Flaaffy shook her head.
"We'll have to check for them on record at the station," Mawile agreed.
"Great," Growlithe sighed, "And Mawile?"
"Yes?" She didn't take her eyes off of her prisoner.
"Be careful with that one, it kept saying it wanted to eat me," Scar cautioned her.
Mawile growled, tightening her horn jaw around her foe, "Noted."
Flaaffy flinched.
Servine hissed, as her red slit eyes constricted, "Beast!"
She glared at it, full of hate and anger, even as her vines constricted the two other captured Pokemon tighter.
Scar placed his paw on her back with a wince from the battle damage, 'Seriously? The left paw, again!'
"Easy, Sniv- Servine, it'll get what's coming for it. But we need answers, can't get those from the dead," The Firedog turned up his internal heat a little and rubbed her back soothingly.
She relaxed at that, and gave a small nod, as her thoughts basically turned into, 'Don't stop.'
"Hmm," Growlithe hummed his agreement with her lowering bloodlust.
'Oh, man that feels good, if I'd known turning up the heat would help with my muscle pain, even as a Fire type, I'd have done it earlier,' Growlithe relaxed, then removed his paw.
Servine whined involuntarily, then squeaked and blushed.
"What?" Scar questioned, but received no response from the blushing Servine.
Scar cocked a brow in confusion, and instead turned toward his other teammate, Flaaffy.
She cocked her head in amusement at her silent friend, "Oh, it's nothing, thanks for calming her down."
He grunted tiredly.
...
"Flaaffy?" Scar questioned the electric type.
"Yeah?"
"Next time I come up with a plan this stupid, remind me of this, please?"
She snorted, "Sure."
A/N: So we have our first 'big' fight here, Scar is a capable fighter by this point, and vicious to boot, his human mind had zero problems going for blood against a non-human threat and it shows.
He wasn't raised in this world and his mind doesn't work like a 'civilized pokemon', humans have dont have powers to fall back on and as a result have a tendency to become hyper aggressive when fighting for their lives(Or what they believe to be a fight for there life)
Unfortunately, he was still out numbered, by idiots, yes, but still out numbered, at least until reinforcements arrived. He was barely able to match Toxicroak only beating him by disabling his limbs, but Swalot and Slowbro were both fresh and ready to continue, until they were left without instruction, then they were simply confused, and easy to restrain by the others.
Simply put, if the three had worked together he would have lost out right, but their teamwork was atrocious, more akin to boss and minions, and minions rarely do anything without a bosses orders, it doesn't help them that the minions in question are slow as hell.
And yes Snivy has evolved into Servine, physically she's been ready for some time, but mentally she's had some catching up to do.
@Ultima-owner: you're not wrong, but their still new at this, and even if scar knows about the possibilities, he has no idea what of his knowledge has carried over and what hasn't.
EXTRA: Now a heads up, as you probably know this chapter is a week or two later than normal, that's because I've had several birthdays to deal with in and a Holiday to deal with, but I've also been waiting on confirmation of something (either a yes or no) and finally got it, so on top of yule and new years I am going to be moving states (again), so that means I probably won't get another chapter out until after new years eve, either later January or in February sometime.
Now I do want to get at least one more chapter out on my other two stories before I move, but other than that yeah.
Sorry this comes so soon after my last break(because of the wedding) but thats life I guess, I'll get back to it as soon as I can.
Happy Yule and New Year if I don't get the chance later.