[You must be registered and logged in to see this image.]Mt. Coronet | Last Known Time; Late Evening
BT had dashed through numerous of the Geodudes without much difficulty - in actuality the rock Pokemon were just sliding off of his smooth head, but BT liked to think himself as strong - and was near the end of the tunnel when he noticed that none of his friends had arrived with him. "Oh no! Miss Aria! Mister Osmund!" The two had fallen like the respectable Pokemon they were, fighting for their friends. After setting up a good Iron Defense to bulk up his iron head, Benton began his epic dash back to his friends, and indeed it was very epic.
The Shieldon could not really believe how flexible and agile he had become in just this single day (or was it the next day already?), as he hopped on top of silly Geodudes and rammed his way through their rocky bodies without much difficulty. He almost swore he did a somersault! Although now that BT thought about it, imagining his puny body doing such a thing was ridiculous. Imagine that!
For a moment, the steel-rock type could only focus on jumping the enormous amount of accumulated Geodudes and how weird it was that they were all just trying to survive
and say hello to dear aunt Arceus, but when he had a single moment for himself he found that a somersault for his kind was basically equal to a body slam.
Benton bumped into the shiny Ampharos for just a bit, and he smiled to her reassuringly. "Miss Stella, just moving backward for a bit. You can keep going forward!" With an affection nudge on her leg, the Shieldon continued forward; the electric type had oddly reminded of Bells, and how rebellious the both of them seemed to be. Indeed, they're so alike! And the both of them are very pretty!
Grinning to himself, the Shield Pokemon pressed forward, swerving his way in and out of the Geodude mass population.
He passed by a charging Xerxes, flames igniting the earth around him. BT envied how masterfully the Arcanine could handle the fiery power, and wield it with such finesse, but the Shieldon had to admit that one had to have their own talents. And I have my own!
He was born with the gift of remembering, for Arceus' sake; if he thought hard enough, BT could even remember his birth (though he'd rather not talk about it...)! Dashing under a pair of flung Geodudes, again BT could only say in his defense that a fight was crazy and crazy things ended up happening, but he found his way beside a Pidgey, with a Geodude about to befall it.
"Raaaaaaaargh!" He roared a vicious battle yell - which sounded as vicious as it could with his puny size - and launched himself at the rock type. I've had enough with you rocks!
And he ate these things on a daily basis! Crunching his hardcore teeth onto the Geodude's arm, he began to slowly munch away the rocky layers in aggression. "Take this, you rocky food!" It was sort of like... Rock candy, aha!
It was his favorite kind of sweets, since it reminded him so much of his own territory.
A few moments later, and what was left behind of the Geodude was a pair of disconnected eyes - BT would really
not want to talk about where the organs should be, the very thought of it made his stomach rumble and the feeling that puking might come any moment. Shuffling as he gave off a slight burp, the Shieldon was about to jump back towards Aria and Osmund to help them, when he remembered the Pidgey was still there. Turning to the bird, he smiled and nodded. "We can talk more later, but for now, dear miss, we should help my friends!" And with that, BT sprung back into the fight and towards the two grass types. I'm coming, Ariaaaa and Oz! I'm coming!