There was no sound. No movement. The mountain had crumbled long before he arrived, and yet... it still felt as though it remained. It still lived, and breathed, along with all the souls laid to rest amongst the broken rocks and fragments of building. A few shattered graves lay strewn about his feet, and he stepped upon them as if they were nothing. In his right claw he held a car bumper.... still attached to the car, which he dragged along with him with little effort on the brute's part as he scanned for any intelligent life. Not because he wanted to meet them. No.... he wanted to kill them. Battles was what he craved, and loved with all his heart.
Route 117 lay ahead. Barren of life, though he quickly scanned the road ahead, just like everything else. At least, for now,... so he thought. Down that route would take him to the sea, and across a narrow passage, he'd find himself in Mauville. Mauville. Place of energy and power. There was the keyword.... POWER. Beyond Mauville in the waters was the plant. The glorious Power Plant, filled with waiting Infected, ready to be slaughtered.... But now, as he leaped into the air, car in tow, he landed in another heap of rubble. Still at Verdanturf... But, it bore traces of... water, and blood. An odd mixture, one that brought the gargantuan beast to ponder who else, if anything was left, was here. Also he surmised, would they be a challenge against his will to crush those opposing him?
The only reason he was even going there at all was to find the Red and Blue Orbs. Unlike fools wanting to control the Legendaries the orbs controlled, he wanted to absorb their power, and make it his own. The only problem was he was not aware where in fact they were. After the Mountain's apparent collapse, the geography, and therefore the location of the shrine and therefore the Orbs, was lost. This, infuriated him beyond all measure, and he slammed himself into the car he carried repeatedly, until he heard a hissing sound. The sound of leaking gas. Smiling sadistically, and knowing the ensuing explosion would not burn his rock-thick hide, he continued, until at last, an explosion, deafening and echoing far beyond Route 117, and even Lilycove, the car burst.
Flames licked his form and he sneered as the gas-lit fire stuck, but didn't burn, his skin, causing him to cackle. Motor Oil burns slow.... so he'd be on fire for some time... Meaning only one thing.... fun. With a barbaric laugh he leaped off the rubble and into Route 117, charging, his fire making a bright and very noticeable light. Searching.... searching for pray...."Searching for those who won't get to see the light of day!"
(OOC- Creeeeeepy.... By the Way. I'm pretty sure everyone would hear the explosion, but if you want you can ignore it. Also, sorry for posting so late, my only excuse is I had no idea it was my turn to post yet... :( ))