Quick Attacks. Double Teams. Aerial Aces. Matt and Jack's fight was being fought at such a blistering pace that Rupert could barely follow it. It was entrancing though, the way in which the two Flying-types battled. Ventus and Swell circled each other in the air, diving and turning, only stopping to trade blows at regular intervals. It was almost like an aerial dance. Rupert had never seen violence this graceful.
"Hoooooooo..."
Hoothoot cooed once again from her perch on Rupert's shoulder, but not in fear as when Charmeleon and Monferno displayed their awesome power. No, her face was clearly beaming with awe and admiration. Rupert furrowed his brow in concern.
Is she admiring those two bird pokémons? I guess that's sorta natural. She's a Normal/Flying-type just like those two... I think. And they are clearly her superiors, so... but still...
Rupert couldn't quite bear finishing the thought. It was a bit hard to admit to himself, but he wondered if Hoothoot was perhaps setting herself up for failure. Having someone to look up to was good; after all, Rupert tried to emulate the likes of Darius, Caleb, and Daria. As trainers he admired them hugely. But looking at the combatants in the arena, whizzing through the air almost too fast for the human eye, he couldn't suppress the thought that surely Hoothoot could never be like them. How could this rotund owl ever hope to keep up with them? She hadn't exactly shown herself to be particularly graceful.
Rupert didn't like this train of thought. It felt like he was betraying Hoothoot in a small way, and he was already really growing to like her too. If only there was something to distract his wandering mind with.
*RUMBLE*
Eh?
*BABABOOOOOM*
Pandemonium ensued. The arena seemingly exploded as Rupert fell over backwards, dust and debris flying though the air. Screams of panic could be heard everywhere while Rupert sat on the floor in a state of supreme shock, a vapid look of horror plastered on his face. His mind was reeling, just waiting for something to snap it back into action. The enormously loud metallic roar that then blasted the stadium did just the trick.
"STEEEEEEELIIIIIIXXX!!"
H-h-h-h-h-h-holy honkering haunters!!! What the hell just happened?!
Hoothoot swooped down and grabbed Rupert by the arm, flapping wildly. She was desperately trying to get her trainer back up again, because as bad as the situation was she sensed something more coming their way. Though Rupert seemed to have momentarily forgotten the primary functions of his legs, he was emboldened ever so slightly by seeing that the Owl Pokémon was unharmed and got to his feet.
Standing at the railing Rupert could only stare at the destruction and chaos that the stadium had descended into. Still in a state of shock he couldn't understand what Hoothoot was screeching about until he sensed it too. Rupert turned around only to see that he was surrounded. Four angry-looking men in dark suits were eying him with malice in their eyes. The young trainer knew instinctively what they were after and backed up against the railing, terrified. He was frozen with fear. Was this where his pokémon journey would end? At the hands of these unknown pokémon gangsters? It hadn't even really begun. Were these bandits going to steal his pokémon for who-knows what purposes? It couldn't end like this. Rupert couldn't imagine his life without his team. He couldn't imagine himself without Cubone and Haunter.
The bright red light from the pokéball snapped Rupert out of his despair. The small Ground-type had come out on his own accord again. Cubone didn't even offer a glance to the terrified trainer. He simply stepped forward, wagged his bone club at the goons and assumed a battle-ready stance.
The message was clear: If you want me, come and get me.
"Hoooooooo..."
Hoothoot cooed once again from her perch on Rupert's shoulder, but not in fear as when Charmeleon and Monferno displayed their awesome power. No, her face was clearly beaming with awe and admiration. Rupert furrowed his brow in concern.
Is she admiring those two bird pokémons? I guess that's sorta natural. She's a Normal/Flying-type just like those two... I think. And they are clearly her superiors, so... but still...
Rupert couldn't quite bear finishing the thought. It was a bit hard to admit to himself, but he wondered if Hoothoot was perhaps setting herself up for failure. Having someone to look up to was good; after all, Rupert tried to emulate the likes of Darius, Caleb, and Daria. As trainers he admired them hugely. But looking at the combatants in the arena, whizzing through the air almost too fast for the human eye, he couldn't suppress the thought that surely Hoothoot could never be like them. How could this rotund owl ever hope to keep up with them? She hadn't exactly shown herself to be particularly graceful.
Rupert didn't like this train of thought. It felt like he was betraying Hoothoot in a small way, and he was already really growing to like her too. If only there was something to distract his wandering mind with.
*RUMBLE*
Eh?
*BABABOOOOOM*
Pandemonium ensued. The arena seemingly exploded as Rupert fell over backwards, dust and debris flying though the air. Screams of panic could be heard everywhere while Rupert sat on the floor in a state of supreme shock, a vapid look of horror plastered on his face. His mind was reeling, just waiting for something to snap it back into action. The enormously loud metallic roar that then blasted the stadium did just the trick.
"STEEEEEEELIIIIIIXXX!!"
H-h-h-h-h-h-holy honkering haunters!!! What the hell just happened?!
Hoothoot swooped down and grabbed Rupert by the arm, flapping wildly. She was desperately trying to get her trainer back up again, because as bad as the situation was she sensed something more coming their way. Though Rupert seemed to have momentarily forgotten the primary functions of his legs, he was emboldened ever so slightly by seeing that the Owl Pokémon was unharmed and got to his feet.
Standing at the railing Rupert could only stare at the destruction and chaos that the stadium had descended into. Still in a state of shock he couldn't understand what Hoothoot was screeching about until he sensed it too. Rupert turned around only to see that he was surrounded. Four angry-looking men in dark suits were eying him with malice in their eyes. The young trainer knew instinctively what they were after and backed up against the railing, terrified. He was frozen with fear. Was this where his pokémon journey would end? At the hands of these unknown pokémon gangsters? It hadn't even really begun. Were these bandits going to steal his pokémon for who-knows what purposes? It couldn't end like this. Rupert couldn't imagine his life without his team. He couldn't imagine himself without Cubone and Haunter.
The bright red light from the pokéball snapped Rupert out of his despair. The small Ground-type had come out on his own accord again. Cubone didn't even offer a glance to the terrified trainer. He simply stepped forward, wagged his bone club at the goons and assumed a battle-ready stance.
The message was clear: If you want me, come and get me.