Charmeleon ran down the tunnel, uncaring of his trainer's calls. The light from his tail led the way, so he was free to exercise his speed in the strange cave. In the background, he could hear a roar and, for just a second, thought of turning back before he heard Aron give her battle cry. And so he continued to move on. The female steel type always irritated him in the way a strong person respects an equally stronger person.
Finally, coming to a stop, Charmeleon kicked at a rock and watched it bounce away, all the while wishing for a fight. And it seemed he got his wish, but not in the form he had wanted. A trainer, a boy about his own trainer's age, noticed him because of his light and noise he had created. The boy had dark brown hair and that excitement all young male trainers carried. His face lit up in surprise as he finally took notice of him.
"Sweet! A shiny Charmeleon! Go, Combusken!" Well, the boy certainly didn't wait for a battle, much like his own.
"Combusken!" cried the newly arrived fighting fighting type called. It gave a few kicks in th air before leveling its sharp claws toward Charmeleon. it smirked and gestured for him to come.
Charmeleon smirked back as well as he felt his blood pump with excitement. This was what he was talking about! A real fight! "Take this!" he roared, charging forward, claws extended.
Combusken hopped from foot to foot, feeling the anticipation as well. Giving a loud caw, the fighting **** charged as well claws extended. The two met with a clang, almost like two knives meeting. "Not good enough," Combusken taunted.
"This is nothing," Charmeleon growled, sneering as he pressed his face close to Combusken's. "But this is!" Mouth wide, draconic fire surged out of his mouth, blasting his opponent away and straight through a few rocks. With a billowing roar, Charmeleon stood with a proud look.
"Cocky, aren't you?" the trainer asked Charmeleon with an eager grin even though he couldn't understand what the pokemon were saying. "But Combusken isn't down yet! Double Kick!"
"Right!" Combusken roared, bursting out of the rubble. Despite looking a bit ruffled, the Hoenn fire type flung its taloned foot at Charmeleon hitting him...once! ...Twice!
One kick to the arm and one kick to the gut, sending him flying through some rocks this time. "Uhg," Charmeleon groaned before quickly rolling out of the way. No more than a second later, Combusken's claws were deep in the ground exactly where his head had been. "Suck this!" Charmeleon spat, mouth wide to fire an Ember.
Combusken grit his teeth as he raised an arm to shield his face. "Not bad," he admitted, clawed fingers twitched in preparation. Charmeleon noticed the movement and quickly jumped away, just before Combusken hit open air. Muzzle open, another Dragon Rage shot out towards the kicking fire type.
"Dodge!" the trainer bellowed, his voice echoing in the cave. "And follow up with Quick Attack."
"Got it!" Combusken crowed with happiness as he flipped over the attack. Charmeleon, for the briefest moment, felt a twinge of resentment. He remember roaring with happiness as he followed his trainer's orders, but that disappeared when his trainer's order's led to his failure... and the quick jab to the gut from COmbusken's Quick Attack. "Too slow," Combusken smirked.
Charmeleon scoffed as he jumped up. "Fast," he admitted with a sly grin, "but not powerful enough." The look Combusken gave him could melt a mountain if glares could shoot laser beams. "Now your turn! Dragon Rage!" Charmeleon shouted, muzzle wide as the draconic fire shot out toward the other fire type.
"Dodge with Quick Attack!" the trainer bellowed.
Nodding, Combusken became a blur just as the purplish fire shot right by him, reappearing by Charmeleon's side. "Scratch!" the kicking fire type snarled, bringing up his long claws.
"Not enough," Charmeleon growled, quickly bringing up his own claws and pressing back against the fighting type. The both grunted as their claws gave an echoing clang before they both pushed against the other. Sneering, Charmeoelon opened his mouth. At the movement, Combusken jumped back, not wanting to get hit again at such a close attack. Instead of a Dragon Rage or Ember, black smoke made its way out of Charmeleon's mouth, blinding them all.
"Be careful, Combusken," the trainer said softly, as if only his pokemon could hear. Once more the twinge of sadness tore at him. his own trainer said stupid stuff like that too.
"I will," Combusken said back, even if it sounded like, "Bus com!" to the trainer.
His fingers twitched once more as the other fire type assured his trainer. Tentatively, Charmeleon licked his lips before getting over his nervousness and bounding forward on all fours. Unfortuanently for him, he had a light on his tale that gave a soft glow, even through the Smokescreen, but could only be seen at a distance.
"Ember!" came the trainer's voice.
Glad he was on all fours, the fire balls flew over his head as he crawled closer and closer, only to muffle a yelp as his arm fell through a hole. Looking down the dark hole that had a tunnel underground, Charmeleon grinned, realizing that it was one of the many tunnles the pokemon in this cave had made to make short cuts all around the mountain. Without a second thought, he went down the hole.
"Where is it," the boy muttered, looking all around as the smoke finally cleared. He had come a long way in this league, already getting three badges. His partner, Combusken, whom he's had since he was a Torchic, was his strongest, and he knew he could count on it to handle this rare find.
Combusken looked around as well, claws extended as his talons raked against the ground in a nervous action he had not quite gotten over since he had evolved. Not daring to take a step, Combusken stayed in the same place. This, however, proved to be the wrong choice, because Charmeleon took that moment to attack.
"Gotcha!" Charmeleon roared, bursting out from the ground in a flurry of flailing claws and flame that cause the kicking fire type to screech out in shock. Laughing, Charmeleon struck the Combusken as soon as he burst out of the ground with enflamed claws that he had used to help dig his way to the surface.
"Combusken!" the boy yelled as his pokemon gave a loud cry of pain. "Quick, try and fight back with a Double Kick!"
"Not good enough!" Charmeleon chuckled, feeling exctremely pleased with his surprise attack. Muzzle wide open, the draconic fire was released from his mouth and hit the charging pokemon right in the chest.
With a loud screech of pain, Combusken opened bleary eyes that held unshed tears. Beak opening quickly, Combusken fired a quick Fire Spin attack, a move it had waited to learn before it had evolved. For a fighting type, Double Kick was an easy move to practice and learn on his own, but not Fire Spin that could not be learned without a teacher.
Charmeleon gave an angry screech as the firey vortex surrounded him, entrapping him more than actually doing harm as he was a fire type. He was pleased to see, however, that his last attack still did enough damage that his foe was down and out at last. Roaring, Charmeleon broke through the Fire Spin, recieving a small burn that stung on his arm, but still up. Looking up at the trainer, he smirked.
The boy grinned, his look a little feisty. "
You are strong," he said, voice possessive. He reached for his next pokeball, but he was interrupted as loud footsteps echoed throughout the cave. Nervously, Charmeleon and the boy looked around. "Swarm," the boy said nervously, giving Charmeleon a longing glance before quickly running off. He released a Sandslash that helped lead him to safety, leaving Charmeleon alone to meet this supposed swarm.
"Charmeleon!" called a happy voice.
Charmeleon looked up and scowled. "Not you," he said bitterly.
"Don't be so jealous of a single win," Gligar said, a happy smile marred on his face. "Honestly, I don't know why you're so pissed. Tyson has used you plenty of times, and each time you've won. Everyone loses sometime, and does it really matter? You
are his favorite."
Charmeleon couldn't deny that. There was just a bond trainer and first pokemon had with each other. Even if Tyson treated all of his pokemon equally, the two of them were best friends. They had known each other since he was an egg.
"We don't have time to talk about this," Charmeleon said, ignroing what the flying scorpion had said. "It looks like we have company."
And it was true. This supposed swarm was making their way towards them, and all they could do was get ready.
"Don't worry, the other's are on their way any second," Gligar said with conviction, causing the fire type to glance over for a second.
Yea... they would be.