Lance Harper
Team Awesome
Burning Cottage North of Mt. Moon in the Kanto Region
Affected RPers: @Daixtey


"Hey, what's going on?!"

Without hesitation I gripped the narrow metal box at my hip, and ripped it from my belt. Combining my Fighting Magic with the Magitek, the box formed into a Bow, and in an instant, I spun around with an arrow aimed point blank at Davven's nose. The arrow in question made from a combination of the renewable energy invented by Harper Industries, and his own magical energies for that extra lethal kick. I tend to be a passive fellow in any given situation. However, I was in no mood for anymore surprises.

Of course, the moment I realized it was Davven, I eased back on my assault, and the bow returned to its former box-like state. I was partial towards this Angel because I recognized his face. This young man was the recent patient from Ramiel's studies with the Apparatus. My confusion lied in not knowing how he managed to get onto my helicopter, when we had sent him on his way after the trials. The only thing I could do at this point was ask him, hopefully getting answers I sought.

"Davven? This is my-... was my family cottage in the Kanto Region. Apparently a ruffian who didn't like my family decided it would be a perfect idea to add insult to injury by burning it to the ground," I spoke calmly. However clear hints of disdain, disappointment, frustration, and sorrow could be detected with every word I spoke. "I'm sorry you had to see it this way."

"Yeah, well good riddance! Come to think of it, I'll make sure you burn right along with it, you worthless phoney!"

A voice from behind me both disrupted and disturbed my train of thought. Bearing in mind the tone of the voice, I could safely assume that my first instinct about the destruction of my home was indeed fact. But before I could even turn and reply, I started to sense and feel the heat of an oncoming fireball. Continuing to trust in my instincts, I lunged forward towards Davven. In the same fashion that a linebacker would tackle an opposing player, I scooped up Davven, and pushed ourselves over the edge of the landing pad. As our bodies hit the ground from a 4 foot drop, and his body landing on mine after a midair shift to protect my passenger, the fireball flew overhead and impacted some trees nearby.

"Davven, I'll talk to you about things later! If you have a Water or Ground Type Pokémon, I'm going to need you to start putting out the fires that this Charizard starts. I'm counting on you!" I exclaimed as I clambered to my feet, keeping myself knelt down to avoid fireballs. I was in a state of panic and distress, but I wasn't about to let it show with this new enemy. As I attempted to assess the situation, I was interrupted by a decent sized dragon-shaped shadow looming over me. ".. Shi-."

"Burn, Harper scum!" the Chua shouted as the Charizard reared back for another volatile burning attack. In a rare instance, Pokémon may force themselves from their crystals in order to protect their masters. This was one of those instances. As I panicked to come up with an idea quickly enough, the heat that I was feeling over my back was suddenly vanquished. I looked up to see Charizard, eyes in the back of its head, with a large pale green right fist in its mouth. Another right hand clutching its neck. Two right hands could only mean one Pokémon. Machamp had forced itself free in order to help me.

Words weren't needed at this stage. A mastery over the Fighting Type gave me a connection to my own Fighting Type Pokémon that helped us to battle beyond words. Machamp reached one of his monstrous left arms up, and ripped the Chua from his dragon, then threw him clear to the other side of the landing pad. A motion which saw me chasing after it like a Mightyena hunting a Zigzagoon. My fight with the Chua would be short. Not to say any given Chua wouldn't stand a chance against me, but this one. He was garbage, a worthless lowlife who focused on relying on his Pokémon more than his own abilities, or his bond with those Pokémon.

The scuffle was short, and harsh words were exchanged. The argument ended with my foot on his small torso, and the bow and arrow from earlier aimed between his eyes. His final words were, 'The world is a better place with your worthless parents in the grave!' Words that were met with, 'Tell them, yourself,' before I loosed the energy arrow and watched it penetrate his skull. Every ounce of my pain and frustration was in that arrow, and it poured out with ever millimeter of a hole that burned into his head.

I stood, as Machamp still battled Charizard. I could feel Machamp's frustration building with Charizard keeping airborne and just out of reach. Though I drew a blank on every psychological and emotional level, my body was still able to act on its own accord. I arched my bow, readying another arrow. I focused on the area around the Charizard. I didn't have to kill it. I didn't want to. Killing a Pokémon was worse than anything, but I could at least distract it or wound it to allow Machamp the satisfaction of getting his hands on it. I then loosed the arrow, and as I'd hoped I clipped the beast on its right wing. Down it went, much to the delight of my hulking four-armed companion.

Gripping the dragon-like creature with all four mighty hands, he began to spin around and around. When he reached a solid velocity, he lunged the Charizard as far as he could, which was significantly farther than the Chua. My tired eyes couldn't see very well, but it appeared as though Charizard and been flung clear past Mt. Moon. With that, the fight was over. Machamp sat down in the grass, tired from the battle. He looked up at me, exhausted, suit tattered, skin scuffed up, bleeding a bit, and covered in soot and the blood of the Chua. I sat down next to my Pokémon, and watched my cabin's flames slowly die out.

"... Well, damn."


"... Again."