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I started to come around finally, though the return to awareness was not smooth, as I must have fallen unconcous at least 10 times while trying to work myself back to awareness. Finally, I shook myself awake, and looked around at my new surroundings, preparing to fight if I had to...
 
"Relax," I said, when she finally seemed to be awake. There were several fires roaring spaced evenly around the place, trying to fight off the damp. "You've been through a lot, what you need now is rest to get back your blood supply." I said, and pulled a bowel of fruit off of a table with my tail, and offered it to her.
 
I weatched from a nearby tree. Neither seemed to be much of a threat for now. Besides, I didn't go back on my word unless it would prove profitable. Undoubtedly, it would in this case, but there was something else here. Killing an opponent as worthy as she had proven while injured was cheap. With that thought in mind, I leaned back against the trunk of the tree and kept watch over both with but haldf a mind.
 
I tried to edge away from the Flygon, though my entire body responded with a fiery pain, and I made a mental vow that when I was recovered, I was going on a killing spree, with him as my first target. I absoloutly HATED feeling helpless like this, and I would do anything in my power to rectify this situation...
 
"Yes, yes," I said, not really paying much attention. "You hate my guts and you'll be making some sort of promise that you'll kill me, but that can wait. Right now you aren't going anywhere, you need rest." I said, having dealt with scythers before. Granted, most were right before they became my food, but still...
 
I growled again, thoguh settled down, brushing my blades aginst each other as a loud sound of steel on steel was heard. The blades had been dulled slightly from the mass killings earlier this morning. I'd be able to resolve the issue before I got my hide out of here...
 
I relaxed, despite the threatening noise. "So," I began, looking around. "Is there anything else you need?" I asked, scyther's were omniverous, but most tended to be either all out herbivores, or all out carnivores, and i needed to know what sort of food I'd have to supply.
 
I didn't respond to him, staying totally silent. Finally, I shifted so that I could reach my blades with my tounge as I began to clean them off, using my fangs to help sharpen them. I couldn't get the blood stains off though, and I didn't want to either...
 
I chuckled slightly at this exchange, although I kept it quiet so as not to alert the Flygon. I raised my left arm as a bit of an experiment, seeing if I could use it effectively again. It seemed mostly better. Apparently one of the things my jackass of a father had left me with before he ran off was a decent recuperative system.
 
Jamie, who's health and spirit, had been revitalized by the rest at the center, set out to find some sort of challenge. A spark ignited in his eyesas he stepped out of the doorway and looked around. The spark was one that only appeared in his eyes when adventure lingered on the verge of discovery. All he needed now was some good inspiration and some trouble.

"Now where could I find such a combination?" he wondered, passing through the open streets of Viridian City, keeping his eye out for any suspicious activity.

OOC: And if you're like me and are on an adventure by yourself, right now. Or just want more of a challenge. You can have up to two characters, but that is the most you can have. Next post I'll give my next profile.
 
Once my blades were cleaned off, I got to my feet, not noticing or caring about any pain that I felt. My wings started buzzing, as I prepared to get out of here, mowing through the Flygon if I had to. i was low to the ground, ready to jump into an attack if I had to, or dodge...
 
"Sorry." I said, when I noticed the scyther getting ready to attack. I slammed my tail into the wall, and a huge groaning noise was heard. Overhead, the tree slipped and begin to fall over, leaving a hole large enough for perhaps a ghastly to slip through, but little else. "You're going to make a full recovery, even if I have to make you."
 
OOC:Name: Celeta (Celly)
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Pokemon: Charizard
Special description: Blue and white flames instead of red and orange. Deep purple eyes
Personality: Cunning, and swift. She's the first to stand up for what she believes in and the last to surrender.
Career: Trainer
History: She's humbly lived in a small village of charizard near the Indigo Plateau, it is said that her father's father's father was the great hero of their tribe and banished a evil charizard from their land. Now she is determined to meet her ancestrial greatness by winning the pokemon league.
 
I said nothing, though the angle of my wings changed, as I prepared for an all-out attack, more out of too much energy then anything. I normally needed to vent right after I woke up to regulate my spent energy for the rest of the day...
 
"They say that play is a form of medicine." I said, rearing up almost like a raptor, and holding my wings out, my arms suspended, and my tain curled up around my back. "And I'm bored, so why not?" I finished, and took a defensive stance, waiting for her to make the first move.
 
It only took a few minutes for me to rush forward, bringing my claws down hrd, preparing to switch into an almost dance that was used between dueling scyther, that pretty much ment that I would be moving in a fashion that every few seconds I was launching a Fury Cutter attack...
 
I expelled a puff of sand from my mouth, basically a cloud covering the room, and darted down one tunnel into a much larger, and empty room. "Here we won't break anything." I said, looking back, though I didn't stop running. I hadn't had a real work out since... I didn't know. The hunt for the scyther before had not really been exertion, so I was full of energy now...
 
I followed, though withen moments I was on top of him, using my wings to help generate a current of air that would immobilise him long enough for me to bring my claws to bear. At that point, I could REALLY get into a fight...
 
As the current whipped around me, I purposefully fell, twisting so that I landed on my back. This was all just a game to me, albeit one where I had to be very careful with my partner's agression. A two-legged kick from my hind legs might make her a bit more careful, if nothing else...
 
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