2010-05-11, 07:49 PM
[COLOR="Green"]Arcanine opened its mouth wide, and a large pillar of flames shot out. Brox swiftly rolled to the right, narrowly avoiding the flames. He plucked a pokeball from his belt, and in one motion, stood up and tossed it. "Pinsir!" The bug pokemon appeared and stamped its foot on the ground. It stared directly at the Arcanine, liking the thought a good fight.
"Again!" Gary called to Arcanine, who blasted out another Flamethrower with gusto. Pinsir moved quickly, not even needing Brox's suggestions to move out of the way. Pinsir had been in plenty of battles in his career, and knew how to handle himself. Rarely did he ever need Brox's help, let alone listen to his ideas.
"Let's get this over quickly Pinsir," Brox said to the star of his team. More Flamethrowers shot around, and Pinsir deftly evaded every one, striking back with Stone Edges when time allowed.
Gary became angry. "Come on Arcanine, get rid of these two before they get us! Flare Blitz!" Arcanine lit up in flames and rushed towards Brox and Pinsir. Pinsir ducked underneath Arcanine as he leapt forward, but Brox wasn't as swift. In his attempt to avoid the attack, the flames on Arcanine's body caught his back. He quickly grabbed his now flaming backpack and threw it to the ground, to avoid burning himself. Brox looked at Gary as he smiled, pleased with the strength of his pokemon. Brox's body froze. "Get out of the way!" Brox shouted to the gym leader.
"Wha...?" Gary said, turning around. Behind him was a Nidoking, its eyes glazed with the virus. Gary began moving backwards, and tripped over the bat he had been weilding. Gary was on the ground, staring up into the face of the undead Nidoking, when his Arcanine came roaring through. It charged into the Nidoking with enough force to send it flying back nearly 10 feet. Arcanine stood up firmly, setting his sights on the Nidoking. Arcanine opened its mouth wide, and began to charge a large flame in its mouth. A Fire Blast launched from its mouth and hit the Nidoking dead on, burning it to a crisp. Arcanine then collapsed onto the ground.
Gary leapt to his feet, concerned about his prized pokemon. "What's wrong Arcanine?" Gary asked his pokemon with true concern in his voice. Brox looked down underneath the Arcanine, its blood leaking out onto the grass.
"It must have crashed into Nidoking's horn when it attacked it," Brox assumed. Brox then realized what that meant. "Gary, you have to get away from it! It's going to become just like them!" Gary stood there, still clinging to his Arcanine. "Gary!" Brox screamed, running towards him. He grabbed Gary and tried to pull him away. Gary wouldn't budge. "Come on, we have to go!"
Gary let go of his Arcanine, and Brox dragged him backwards a few feet before Gary shrugged him off. Gary turned to look at Brox. "I'm sorry for thinking you were one of them. Go see my Grandpa about what's going on with all of this." Gary looked at him solemnly, with determination in his eyes. "Take this," Gary said, handing Brox a pokeball. "Umbreon is a good pokemon. I won't need him where I'm going." A little tear rolled down Gary's face, his eyes still showing passion and stength.
Arcanine began to raise off its feet, growling slightly as it lifted up off the ground. Gary smirked a bit, and turned around to face his former pokemon. He picked up the bat that he had tripped over. He looked Arcanine squarely in the eyes, seeming to look past the haze and into the pokemon inside. Gary charged, yelling, towards his Arcanine, who returned the favor and started towards him.
Brox turned around and ran because he couldn't stand watching what was going to happen. He raced off and out of town, Pinsir in toe, not caring what was in his way. Gary's words echoed in his mind. "Go see my Grandpa about what's going on." Brox looked down as he ran, at the pokeball in his hand, and clutched it as tight between his fingers and palm as he could.
Brox closed his eyes and kept moving.[/COLOR]
"Again!" Gary called to Arcanine, who blasted out another Flamethrower with gusto. Pinsir moved quickly, not even needing Brox's suggestions to move out of the way. Pinsir had been in plenty of battles in his career, and knew how to handle himself. Rarely did he ever need Brox's help, let alone listen to his ideas.
"Let's get this over quickly Pinsir," Brox said to the star of his team. More Flamethrowers shot around, and Pinsir deftly evaded every one, striking back with Stone Edges when time allowed.
Gary became angry. "Come on Arcanine, get rid of these two before they get us! Flare Blitz!" Arcanine lit up in flames and rushed towards Brox and Pinsir. Pinsir ducked underneath Arcanine as he leapt forward, but Brox wasn't as swift. In his attempt to avoid the attack, the flames on Arcanine's body caught his back. He quickly grabbed his now flaming backpack and threw it to the ground, to avoid burning himself. Brox looked at Gary as he smiled, pleased with the strength of his pokemon. Brox's body froze. "Get out of the way!" Brox shouted to the gym leader.
"Wha...?" Gary said, turning around. Behind him was a Nidoking, its eyes glazed with the virus. Gary began moving backwards, and tripped over the bat he had been weilding. Gary was on the ground, staring up into the face of the undead Nidoking, when his Arcanine came roaring through. It charged into the Nidoking with enough force to send it flying back nearly 10 feet. Arcanine stood up firmly, setting his sights on the Nidoking. Arcanine opened its mouth wide, and began to charge a large flame in its mouth. A Fire Blast launched from its mouth and hit the Nidoking dead on, burning it to a crisp. Arcanine then collapsed onto the ground.
Gary leapt to his feet, concerned about his prized pokemon. "What's wrong Arcanine?" Gary asked his pokemon with true concern in his voice. Brox looked down underneath the Arcanine, its blood leaking out onto the grass.
"It must have crashed into Nidoking's horn when it attacked it," Brox assumed. Brox then realized what that meant. "Gary, you have to get away from it! It's going to become just like them!" Gary stood there, still clinging to his Arcanine. "Gary!" Brox screamed, running towards him. He grabbed Gary and tried to pull him away. Gary wouldn't budge. "Come on, we have to go!"
Gary let go of his Arcanine, and Brox dragged him backwards a few feet before Gary shrugged him off. Gary turned to look at Brox. "I'm sorry for thinking you were one of them. Go see my Grandpa about what's going on with all of this." Gary looked at him solemnly, with determination in his eyes. "Take this," Gary said, handing Brox a pokeball. "Umbreon is a good pokemon. I won't need him where I'm going." A little tear rolled down Gary's face, his eyes still showing passion and stength.
Arcanine began to raise off its feet, growling slightly as it lifted up off the ground. Gary smirked a bit, and turned around to face his former pokemon. He picked up the bat that he had tripped over. He looked Arcanine squarely in the eyes, seeming to look past the haze and into the pokemon inside. Gary charged, yelling, towards his Arcanine, who returned the favor and started towards him.
Brox turned around and ran because he couldn't stand watching what was going to happen. He raced off and out of town, Pinsir in toe, not caring what was in his way. Gary's words echoed in his mind. "Go see my Grandpa about what's going on." Brox looked down as he ran, at the pokeball in his hand, and clutched it as tight between his fingers and palm as he could.
Brox closed his eyes and kept moving.[/COLOR]