[You must be registered and logged in to see this image.]Outside Nuevema Town ~ Early Afternoon ~ (27)
Dust flew up from the dry path as the hero Infernape found herself pinned down to the ground by a mass of rotting meat that smelt worse than a Garbodour and leaked flames like a broken radiator. Her five-fingered hands were pinned under her by the creature’s rotting bulk; she could see the piggy greed in its tiny red eyes as the Darmanitan opened its large toothy mouth and roared at her.
“Get your stinking hands off me you great dirty ape!
” Flame screeched back; a purely animal sound of desperation as she fumbled to get into an attack position.
She tried to raise her arm and had to wince in pain as her still unhealed bite wound cracked and oozed more blood onto the inside of her Defence Scarf.
The Undead thought it had won and it gloated in a stupid animal kind of way as Flame’s head blaze flared defiantly in the face of approaching defeat.
It raised one meaty hand powerful enough to lift a dump truck and the Infernape planted her feet right in the middle of its stumpy chest and kicked backwards with all her might.
The Darmanitan was sent flying as the hero Infernape swiftly pulled herself to her feet and into the air, twirling around in a few back flips before ballooning her cheeks and blowing out a solid column of burning flame out at the undead.
“You won’t extinguish me that easily
” She taunts, beckoning with one black skinned finger.
The undead roars and charges blindly at her as the Infernape hoped it would.
Like a Matador taunting a Tauros Flame dances around it, using her incredible speed and agility to dodge the creature’s wild swipes and laughing. She leaps onto the Darmatitan’s back as it flails at her and drives a Thunder Punch straight into one gooey rotting eye with a splash. Dark goo still sticking to her fingers as she leaps free Flame pulls a face of disgust.
When the Darmanitan turns snorting with rage to try and ensnare her again she does another back flip and faces it head on.
The Infernape crouches low to reduce her centre of gravity. One false move from her opponent is all it will take to turn its opponent into a cart-wheeling acrobatic wheel of fire and fists.
As it staggers round in a circle, disorientated by the loss of its eye, Flame hones all four sets of her claws to a razor sharp edge and her tangerine furred tail twitches in anticipation.
The stupid fire gorilla had ambushed her, to Flame’s derision. She had just been walking along on her eternally drifting path through Unova when it had the cheek to drop out of the trees on her and try and unscrew her head by the ears. The sheer cheek of it!
Well she had turned out to be a bit spicier a meal than the undead had been expecting and she was not
going to get killed by some stupid drooling Infernape wannabe.
” She yelled after it and the Darmanitan turned around, snorting vast clouds of steam from its blunt nose in a rage. “I’ve had better fights with a baby Turtwig!
Making the ground quake with the movement of its charge the Darmatian hurtles straight towards her faster than the Infernape had been expecting.
A bead of sweat runs down her silver-furred brow as Flame mentally calculates the speed at which the other fire/fighting type is approaching. She has no time to get out of the way and if this attack doesn’t work the Darminitan will hit her with enough force to shatter every bone in her body.
Her slowly fading to purple eyes focus as she discards her worries and draws her strength inwards.
She can hear the deep boom of approaching steps as the Darmanitan’s knuckles graze the ground.
She can see the way the dirt clods jump in time to every beat.
She can even feel the beginning of the sick rotting heat whooshing from the Darmanitan’s toothy mouth but she puts all of those things out of her mind as she holds her hands loosely and brings them around to rest oh her chest, fingers splayed and wrists connected. A spark of light grows between her hands as she focuses all her energy into one powerful blast.
It’s coming closer…
Flame’s eyes flash open and she swings her hands around with a screech of pure simian fury. The Focus Blast explodes outwards like a laser from her black-skinned hands and hits the stinking undead firmly in the stomach, sending it flying back into the forest from where it had come from. It does not return.
The Infernape blows a wisp of smoke off her fingers and smiles a cool, laidback kind of smile.
Flame 1, Stinking Dirty Ape 0
It is only then a stinging pain from her arm reminds her that she has torn open the Druddigon bite wound again and she winces in pain. Did a wound from an undead take longer to heal than an ordinary one or did it just not heal at all…
Flame shudders at that last thought and swiftly continues on her way to Nuvema Town. Her fingers absentmindedly play with the knot of her Defence Scarf as she drops to a four-legged lope for extra speed.