Blackthorne City | Dawn
The bird woke in his arms as Tony ran, fixing it's glasses and glancing around, it's quickly rose into the air.
"You've destroyed those buildings easily didn't you?" She said with a nod towards the craters and flaming wreckage he had made of the town. "I'm Written in the Fates, by the way. Written for short. What's yours?"
"The name's Tony," he said with a smile, his already thick Brooklyn accent becoming even more pronounced.
"You do know that those dead Pokemon will follow us, right? Probably try and decimate our powers then demolish our bodies whole. Standard action novel procedures." Stated Written, as he swooped around the fighting-type's head. At this Tony simple blinked a few times before he grasped all the big words the bird was spitting out.
"Wordy little guy ain't ya." he replied.
Tony's smile quickly vanished as a barrage of razor sharp leaves shot past them, only narrowly missing his neck. The flowery infected was coming.
"PAuLa!" It screamed as a pair of long snaking vines shot out from it's roses towards them.
The Superpower Pokemon knocked the first away with a flaming backhand, setting the end alight as it reeled back into it's owner. With a tweet Written surged upward into the air. This however distracted Tony long enough for the second vine to crack across his back with astonishing force, causing him to fly forward into the icy river than ran through the center of the town.
Glancing around his aquatic surroundings, the Machoke noticed several small snake-like pokemon swimming amongst the rocks. Dratini, with bloodshot eyes and hungry expressions on their dead-looking faces.
"Oh shit" thought Tony as they rushed him. He brought a fist around to connect with the first dragon-type, shattering it's head gem with still scolding hot knuckles. He couldn't gather flame here but he could sure as hell bring heat. Grabbing hold of a Dratini in each hand, he glared at them as his steaming grip charred them alive. Allowing the dead wyrms to float to the surface, the machoke looking around to see if there were any more, there was. Something much bigger was slithering out of a hole in the ground, it had a single horn and a body adorned with round jewels.
"Dragonair, screw this." thought Tony as the long dragon continued to slowly drift from it's hole. Bracing his feet against a rock, he pushed off, blurring upward through the water in a gush of bubbles and steam.
((Ooc: there's ALWAYS something bad in the water.))