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 Posted: Jun 9 2017, 09:54 PM
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Once the party had started to subside and Emil had a chance to orientate himself, everyone started to head back to their own carts in the caravan. Most of them huddled in their own units, quietly talking and enjoying themselves with some more chatting. Of course, by that time, nobody saw what was going to happen.

In the back part of the caravan, in a rather unlit area, a man was busy pilfering through the goods that were being traded. He had stuffed a handful of coins into a little bag that he had hanging on the side of his belt, and shuffled precariously forwards into the cart more to find anything else useful. The man had a Chatot settled on the edge of the cart in a look out. Its bright feathers definitely seemed like it stuck out too much, but under the cover of night, of the darkness from the distance from the dwindling fire, the man wasn’t worried about it.

"Aw, man. We’ve got the jackpot, Chatter," the man laughed. It was a billowy, deep bellied laugh despite his willowy and lithe body. He rubbed the back of his arm over his mouth and nose, brushing off some of the dirt on his face. He huffed a little and gave a cautionary look over his shoulder at his partner pokemon, "We got some pretty nice looking pokeballs here. I bet they have some good Pokemon that they’re planning on selling," the rogue pointed out.

The Chatot twitched its head and gave a weird look towards the male, before it clicked its beak. Their warning sign that someone was coming. A young man, maybe just a few years younger than Emil, had stumbled across this particular cart. The man inside was silent; he held his breath as the boy wandered, but the shuffled footfalls fell silent and the world was distant. Without warning, the voice rang through the caravan party.

"Rogue bandit! We’re being stolen from!" the voice carried. Maybe Emil, as a new Handler, would want to help out. He was, after all, the closest one who wasn’t confined in a wagon.

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Exhausted, Emil was in the process of withdrawing for the night, ready to conclude what had been an exciting, intense day. At his right side walked Makra, his newly acquired Bergmite, who seemed really out of place in the middle of the desert, but appeared to be enjoying the cold night. Nevertheless, they saw their plans of getting some rest before continuing their journey foiled by a sudden cry for help, coming from a nearby cart. Muscles tense, blood pumping wildly, the handler wasted no time and rushed to the scene, while shouting at the top of his lungs, hoping to alert as many people as possible on their way. Makra, taking a little longer to comprehend the situation, followed close behind, struggling to keep up with his strenuous pace.

Emil identified the cart as he saw the intruder’s Pokemon, a colorful flying-type Pokemon that didn’t appear too intimidating to him, sitting on its edge. He approached the wagon carefully, with sword in hand, as he surveyed the surroundings. He regretted not having the opportunity to put on his new suit of armor yet; wearing only plain old clothes meant he would be in a very dangerous position, should a fight break out. He signaled Bergmite to keep close, as he would have to rely on his partner’s sturdy body for protection. Makra stood firmly next to his trainer, interposing himself between the Chatot and the handler, while quietly observing the bird’s movements. Emil peeked inside the cart and saw the trespasser’s shady figure, but the darkness prevented him from noticing many details about him.

Tired, without any sort of armor whatsoever, with a partner he had just met and an adversary he knew little about, Emil was unsure whether he would be able to best him one-on-one or not. Considering his alternatives, he decided the best option would be to stall until help arrived, while thwarting any escape attempts the trespassers could make. Outnumbering them, they would be able to subdue him much more safely. Or, maybe, they could avert violence by negotiating with him. It couldn’t hurt to try, right? “Thief, the situation does not look good for you right now! As you are aware, you will be surrounded by our guards any second now! I suggest you surrender peacefully; we will take away what you stole from us and let you go unharmed. But I can’t ensure the latter if you decide to resist”, declared Emil, staring towards the cart with a stern look on his face, as he held his sword in his right hand.

At his side, Makra was starting to get anxious. Unlike Emil, who had trained for and been in similar situations before, the Bergmite had little experience fighting and wasn’t used to deal with such tense situations. He looked at Chatot with concern, although he was an ice-type which should give him the upper hand against him, he didn’t know really know what to expect. He was a bandit’s Pokemon after all, what sort of dirty tricks could he employ? Despite his nervousness, he managed to hide it well; his body maintained stillness and composure, as it was usual for him. Emil, unaware of his partner’s internal struggles, commanded him to harden and be prepared. Upon hearing the order, he sprayed himself with a little cloud of his own cold breath, which solidified, forming a new coat of frost that covered his body. Feeling his shell growing tougher, he managed to clear his mind and calm down considerably. At least now he was confident he would be able to take a hit. He smiled gleefully at Chatot, while pointing his horn at him.

“I can hear the boots marching as we speak!” bluffed Emil. “Will you come down quietly now?” He readied his guard, left foot slightly forward, as he awaited his adversary to make a decision.

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The bandit, whether he was an order rogue or a freelance rogue, chuckled at the boy who appeared. He tried to act big, but between himself and the Chatot, who sat placidly on the edge of the cart, the bandit was far from concerned. “I’m not entirely afraid of a little child,” the man replied, although it was under his breath, and more to himself than it was to Emil. It wasn’t like the man was worried. In fact, he was rather confident that he had the upper hand. He could briefly see the labored movements of an ice type, but the Chatot simply ruffled his feathers and didn’t seem at all phased by him.

Even so, as the Bergmite started to use harden, the man gave a deep chuckle. The boy that had previously called out stood awkwardly to one side, looking between the shadows and then to Emil, “Emil, do you really think provoking the person inside is a good idea?” he asked. The boy’s name was Jesse, and he was just one or two years younger than Emil himself, but had no aspirations to go on an adventure. He wasn’t granted a Pokemon because his own parents had felt he was too… immature for it.

“That one is smart. Chatter, make sure you’re staying with everything,” the man pointed out. The Chatot hopped along the side of the cart happily, moving from the position he was in as a ‘scout’ to being more between his owner and the Bergmite. Chatter didn’t seem too phased by the harden, and his head tilted to the side and back before he finally moved.

“I’ve heard that all the Pokemon in this caravan are being sold as food. Pokemon like you,” the Chatot said secretly towards the Bergmite. Despite the fact that the other Pokemon had used harden, Chatot wasn’t very afraid of the ice type, even with the type advantage. He kicked up his wings and hovered in the air with wings flapping. Within a blink, there was now two Chatot’s flapping in front of the cart. A substitution was used, but it was impossible for the Bergmite or the handler to see which one was real.

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Chatter – Level 09
Primary TMs Revealed
-- 75% HP
-- used Confide (lowers Makra’s Sp. Atk)
-- used Substitution (took 25% hp)

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Makra – Level 05
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Did that Pokemon just speak? Although he had no idea what the contents of the message were, Emil was sure Chatot whispered real “human” words to his partner. The bird’s bizarre behavior made his interest surge, intrigue that further spiked as the Pokemon seemingly duplicated. With a wide smile, he wondered how he could ignore such a Pokemon the way he did before, as he activated his pokecard and pointed it at him. Chatot, a normal/flying type, huh? No surprise there. However, as he glanced at Chatot’s level, Emil’s skin paled; it was clear that his opponent was more experienced than him. What if the bandit had even stronger Pokemon in store for him? He had only Makra, after all.

The handler examined his surroundings and started to get weary. Where were the caravan guards? They took great pride in their short time to respond to emergencies, yet now they were nowhere to be seen. “You’re Jesse, right? I need you to make sure everyone is coming to help. I’m not confident I can beat this guy alone” whispered Emil to the young man while pointing towards the center of the camp. “Bring my father, he may look like a bumbling fool, but man can he put up a fight!” he said with a fake smile, in an attempt to save face.

Makra didn’t share his handler’s fascination with his adversary. His swift movements and bewildering tricks were taking a toll on his morale. The disturbing words he uttered weren’t helping either. Eat Pokemon like him? What kind of freak would try to eat a Bergmite? Do they go through the whole shell, or do they eat the ice as well? Nervousness made him shiver slightly. He diverted his gaze away, and looked at his trainer, searching for reassurance, but all he found was a pale face and a bitter smile that left him distraught. If he could notice his handler’s insecurity, that meant an observant opponent could as well; he would have to show strength and determination if his trainer failed to do so. The Pokemon took a deep breath which made the shivering cease and stared at Chatot, maintaining strong eye contact. He hoped it was enough to mask his fear.

”That’s a really intriguing Pokemon you have there! It’s not like the regular Poochyenas the common bandits tend to own around here. Who are you, exactly?” asked Emil, both out of genuine curiosity and as an attempt to further stall the encounter. He waited for a response while watching the birds, wondering which the real one was. There was certainly no difference between them. Maybe both were real?

But as the time passed, it was clear to Emil he had to make a move. As much as he wanted to avoid fighting them in such disadvantageous conditions, allowing his opponent to prepare even more wouldn’t be wise. He thought the only way he would have a chance of winning was if he attacked first. “Makra, our opponent is stronger than us. Help is on the way, but we must strike first if we want to keep the initiative”, muttered Emil to his Pokemon. “Chatot doesn’t look too resilient, but he’s way faster than you. Think of a way to cut his mobility first” The Pokemon answered by pressing his lip in disapproval; he wasn’t eager to face Chatot. But as he felt threatened by the Pokemon’s movements, he ended up agreeing with the handler’s plan. They just needed to make a stand, right?

How to reduce his mobility? Makra examined Chatot and his image carefully. He watched as they rhythmically flapped their wings; they surely wouldn’t be able to deal with something weighing them down. Their demise would come from the sky they much adore. Temperature around Bergmite dropped drastically as he unleashed a small cloud of shimmering snowflakes, which later began ascending towards the night sky. Dark clouds gradually formed above, eclipsing the moon. Eventually, hail would pour down on their heads. Makra hoped it would work; not only would it give them an advantage, hail in the desert was a spectacle he was sure Emil would love.

“Put that cold breath to use! Think of something hard to dodge!” ordered the handler. Bergmite wondered which bird to target, but concluded it was of no matter now. They would have to get through both eventually. Makra advanced towards the cart, inhaled fiercely and sprayed frigid, frost breath at the bird to his left. His breath was as cold as always, to the surprise of Bergmite, who would have sworn he felt weaker after hearing Chatot’s words. The cold cloud was covering a wide area; he hoped the bird wouldn’t be able to avoid such an attack easily.

Bergmite continued approaching the cart slowly, steadily, pressuring his opponent. Emil followed close by, holding his sword firmly in his right hand, alert to any movements the man inside the wagon made. It would be better if he just stayed inside, he thought. As they became closer, the ice Pokemon decided it was time to prepare his guard. His surface began to radiate a faint, aurora-like glow, barely perceptible to most in a now clouded dark night. Mirror coat active, Makra was ready to retaliate to any special attack with a severe psychic blast.



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Makra – Level 05
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-- summoned Hail
-- used Frost Breath, targeting the Chatot to his left
-- prepared to use Mirror Coat

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Jesse’s eyebrow rose as Emil asked him if he really was who he was. It was baffling, to say the least, for the boy literally just a few years younger than Emil, who had been around just as long, “I mean, you just got a Pokemon. Why can’t you handle it yourself?” Jesse asked, almost baffled. Maybe he was a little insulted at the way Emil tried to save face on his own confidence, but Jesse wasn’t fooled. In fact, he was rather upset, “I think you can handle this with your Bergmite. You have the advantage,” Jesse added.

And yet, Jesse didn’t move to go get the elder that Emil was desperately trying to get. He’d have to handle this on his own until backup survived.

Meanwhile, while Emil was distracted, and Chatter hovered in the air as he waited for the other Pokemon to attack, the rogue masked in the shadows was busy yet again pilfering around the items. He found a few filled Pokeballs and decided to pocket them silently, and then looked around. He could pry off boards of the wagon and slip out the front. Chatter was smart, he’d be able to get away. It wasn’t like the parrot-related Pokemon couldn’t find him. “Chatter, stop fooling around and take care of the stupid ice type,” the handler said. The Chatot chattered as he watched the Bergmite carefully.

The hail, as the clouds started to form overhead, barely influenced Chatter’s chain of thought. Instead of big, large pieces that he’d seen before, such as up in the mountains near Istin City and Harper’s Pass, or even up in the mountains of Doran, these were baby pieces of hail, no bigger than pebbles. They weren’t wet like rain, though; still mostly frozen, on the hits. Chatter could hear the annoyed sound of his handler behind him, and he chattered endlessly.

The Bergmite used Frost Breath on the substitute, and the actual Chatot managed to fly upwards and only got some of the brunt. The icy breath soared passed the substitution and ripped a hole in the cloth above, that kept all the goodies inside the cart, and by that time, it was more cool water than ice. The proximity to the desert definitely didn’t help Bergmite’s attacks. The handler behind Chatot scoffed, “Don’t use a special attack unless you wanna be hit,” he warned his flying Pokemon. The Chatot replied with a squawk and soared in a circle.

It was no surprise that while Bergmite was charging up his mirror coat, the Chatot swooped in to attack. As per a rogue, they had really no standards when it came to battling, and the Chatot’s mind was set. He flew closer and closer towards the Bergmite, avoiding any attempts from Emil himself if he tried to get in the way, and let his curved beak prod – hard – against the ice of the Bergmite. He flew off just enough to avoid any hands, sticks, or weapons, swooped back in, and did it again. Once he was happy with the results, he flew back towards his handler, perching himself on the wet edge of the cart.

Without thinking, the Chatot moved to pull out pebbles of warming hail out of his feathers.

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Chatter – Level 09
-- 59% HP
-- substitute hit by Frost Breath, but still got hit somewhat
-- used peck on Bergmite x2
-- affected / hit by hail

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Makra – Level 05
(+1 Def; -1 Sp Atk.)
-- 80% health
-- not affected by hail
-- hit by peck x2
-- mirror coat did not get activated

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Every little ice pebble that clashed with his body felt like a cold sting, yet Emil paid them no mind. His attention was focused elsewhere. Right in front of his eyes, his partner was hit twice, while he found himself unable to react quickly enough to defend him. Adrenaline surging, he felt his chest tighten as he clenched his sword in frustration. Meanwhile, Makra continued advancing towards the cart stoically, attempting to turn a blind eye to the dents Chatot’s beak had made in his icy shell. As hail layered on top of his body, these scrapes slowly began to heal. Although he had hoped for a fiercer storm, he was relieved to see his technique worked at all and that it was already granting him an advantage.

Emil noticed Jesse’s motionless silhouette in the periphery of his visual field. Why was he just standing there, not calling for help? There is no reason to face dangers alone if a safer alternative exists. It doesn’t matter if the threat is a single intruder that can potentially be subdued by a single guard, ganging up on him is both the most reliable and risk-less option. Puzzled by his ally’s actions, he let out a faint sigh and shrugged off the thought. It was too late to waste time and get distracted from the fight at hand; he finally understood they would have to deal with this bandit on their own.

Suddenly, the delicate glow of Makra’s mirror coat began to flicker. Unable to sustain the shield any longer, he delivered a pained stare to his trainer, as he gritted his teeth. The Pokemon knew he could withstand pecks with ease; his opponent would probably collapse from fatigue before taking him down with physical attacks. But special attacks were an entirely different story, a threat he was now defenseless against. Emil didn’t understand why Makra seemed so restless, but caught the sense of urgency of his message; Bergmite wanted to finish the encounter quickly. The handler nodded in acknowledgement, determined to avoid any more harm his partner may suffer on the hands of the intruder and his Pokemon.

Staring at the bird as he removed ice pebbles from his plumage, Emil considered their next move. He still thought Chatot’s body wouldn’t resist a physical attack from Makra, but the problem was how to actually reach him. Not only was he faster, he had the advantage of not being bound to the ground; they would need to take him down to their level. The hail was helping, but in these conditions it was not strong enough for an equalizer. An ice beam to his wings could do the trick, but it was too risky; they could not afford him dodging it. They needed an all-encompassing move. “Makra, I want you to take him down with a blizzard. Once he’s on the floor you will be able to strike. What do you think?“ Upon hearing these words, Bergmite’s eyes blinked rapidly, while his mouth open wide. A blizzard, a massive attack that was bound to leave him exhausted afterwards. His handler wanted him to put everything in an all-or-nothing maneuver. His shocked expression quickly turned to a devious smile, as the suggestion caused him to feel a sudden rush of excitement; it was time for him to show Chatot what he was worth.

Emil took a quick glance at the ripped cloth covering the cart, now dripping wet from the melted ice. His father probably wouldn’t be happy if they happened to trash one of the caravan’s vehicles, but saving the Pokemon inside was the priority, even if they were worth less monetarily. Who knows what the bandit had in store for them? Then he realized the cart not only protected the intruder from them, it also kept him trapped inside. “Await my signal!” ordered Emil while sprinting to the cart’s side, towards the periphery of the camp. He was no longer worried if the cover was torn apart; should the trespasser attempt escaping to the depths of the desert, he would find Emil in his path, ready to intercept him. Arriving at a spot far enough to be unaffected by the blizzard, the handler pointed his sword upwards and with a vehement shout he commanded his Pokemon to act.

Cold whirling winds quickly surrounded Bergmite as he fixated his eyes on Chatot’s. The storm would intensify progressively, freezing spray laying waste to their surroundings. Even if he didn´t manage to conjure too much ice and snow, Makra counted on that the potent gales of frigid desert wind would be strong enough to drag his opponent down. He smiled gleefully, revealing a row of sharp icy fangs, ready to give Chatot a mighty bite as soon as he borders his reach.


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Makra – Level 05
(+1 Def; -1 Sp Atk.)
-- 86.5% health (Ability: ice body, heals +6.25% each turn under hail)
-- Used Blizzard, targeting Chatter
-- Will use Bite on Chatter if he gets to ground level


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While Makra and Emil devised a way to attack Chatter and drop him in one bold move, the bird pokemon began to vibrate his vocal chords. It built first as a hum, then raising in octaves. His chest swelled with his next attack. The rogue, half hidden in the confines of the caravan, paid neither boy nor pokemon any mind. Chatter could handle himself. He finished filching pokeballs of unknown contents, nearly ten all told in various hidden pockets throughout his cloak. Immediately he crossed to the back of the caravan, which rocked in response to the shifting weight. He was forced to maneuver around the crates of items and other such obstacles. By the time he reached the back of the caravan and dug his dagger between two worn boards, prying them apart, Emil had already rounded the caravan and called out his order.

Chatter had just enough time to unleash his attack, opening wide and bellowing out a harsh, high-pitched screeching. It was enough to crash into the eardrums of anyone within range. Jesse dropped to his knees and covered both ears, crying out in pain. At nearly the same moment Makra made his own move. A blast of frigid air slammed into Chatter, cutting off his attack midway through. Makra wasn't fast enough to prevent any injury to himself. His icy shell began to crack and the hairline cracks spread. Chatter on the other hand took the full hit of the blizzard attack, immobile during his own attack. He beat his wings to keep from being blown backward onto the caravan but only served to allow the blast to freeze the edges of his feathers.

Likewise the snow clung to his body and melted, soaking him quite thoroughly. His weight increased with the excess liquid and matted his feathers together. As soon as the blast of wind died down to a weaker gust of cold, wet air, Chatter tried to take to the air and escape the fickle weather. Unfortunately he'd become so weak from the battle, he had little energy to keep himself up. He plummeted to the ground with a thump and curled his wings over his head. He immediately performed Roost, restoring half his hp before he fainted. "That's not very ni--" Chatter flinched and was unable to complete his taunt.

Makra's bite didn't knock the bird unconscious but it certainly disrupted anything the chatot had been about to do. He was vulnerable for a few moments before the flinch wore off. Could Makra take him out in that short time span or was he already too spent from the battle?

The rogue clenched his teeth when Chatter had used hyper voice, cursing the stupid bird under his breath for using such an attention grabbing move. Maybe it thought they could escape before they were caught. Whatever the reason, his harsh cry had done what Jesse's scream had not. Movement in the caravans around them, too far to be of any assistance just yet but enough to signal the masses would arrive soon. All Emil had to do was keep the rogue busy. Said rogue finished ripping the first board out of the wagon and gripped the second beside it in one hand. He'd heard Emil's order from in front of him rather than behind and was prepared to attack the young man as soon as he leaped out.

Daggers against a sword wasn't the most efficient method of fighting but he was quite skilled in evasion. The rogue squeezed himself between the opening of the two boards and immediately dropped to the ground, tumbling forward. He managed to slip beneath Emil's blade by a hairsbreadth. When he rolled onto his knees, the rogue had already situated both daggers point up and inward. He slashed them in tandem, both crossing one another to aim at opposing sides of Emil's stomach. Should Emil dodge the attack, he would leave the rogue an opening. If he engaged, Emil might stop the attack and get a shot of his own--he might also take a dagger to the stomach if he wasn't careful.

Would he play it safe or go for the strike? He had a split second to choose.


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-Hit by Blizzard, dropped to the ground
-Bitten by Makra, roll for flinch successful
-Hyper Voice against Makra, interrupted
-Roost, raising health by fifty percent
-Failed Confide
-Health ~40%

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(+1 Def; -1 Sp Atk)
- Hit by the first volley Hyper voice
-Health ~25%

Hail 2/5

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Feeling his icy shell crack was a sensation Makra would rather not have to experience again. However, it was not his first time; it had already happened before nearly two months ago, when he was caught by poachers and dragged out of the northern mountains he used to call home. Looking at the bird, it was clear for Bergmite why he made him so nervous before: although his methods were much more subtle than the poacher’s hounds, their penchant for preying on others while completely disregarding their wellbeing was pretty much the same. Not wanting the pokemon inside the cart to suffer a similar fate than his, Makra felt like he had to prevail for their sake.

Nonetheless, he was simply exhausted. Not only was he near fainting, casting that blizzard had drained a lot of his stamina. He felt like he was overheating, droplets of thawed ice dripping down his shell. Consciousness starting to fade, Bergmite began having difficulty focusing on anything else than his adversary, Chatot. He was guilty of reminding him of such painful memories. He was responsible for him being in such a sorry state. His Hyper Voice was the cause of the unbearable buzzing sound he had been hearing ever since. And now that he had dragged him down to his level, he was at his mercy. Only a final effort was necessary. Why did his body fail him in such a critical moment?

The pokemon took a deep breath and allowed the falling icy pebbles to slip into the fissures in his shell, causing them to start to mend. Healing was not nearly fast enough for what he needed, but he managed to regain a little bit of stamina from the hailstorm. Getting a second wind, Bergmite devised a course of action and rushed to the onslaught. First, he would gnaw at his opponent again, putting those pointy fangs to good use. Then, he would follow up with a mighty tackle, ramming the bird against the hard wagon, taking advantage of the mass difference between the two. It was a simple and crude plan, but it was the best he could accomplish with the little energy he had left. Coupled with the hail’s constant abrasion, he hoped it would be enough to take him down once and for all.

On the opposite side of the cart, Makra’s trainer faced a struggle of his own. Due to being unarmored, so far he had been extremely careful not to get hurt, taking cover behind the relative safety that Bergmite’s body provided. But as his partner started getting hurt and his support proved unhelpful, an intense feeling of guilt began to creep into his mind. “If Makra is putting his life on the line, so should I. It’s just simple reciprocity” he mumbled to himself as he heard the deafening blare that was Chatot’s attack. He ended making up his mind: his partner's efforts would be in vain if he let the intruder slip away. He had to commit and stop him, no matter what he had to risk.

Consequently, no doubt crossed his mind when he saw the intruder closing in, twin daggers reaching for his stomach. Determined to thwart his escape, he brought his right foot back and slashed diagonally, downwards towards his right, aiming to catch the bandit’s hands in the sweeping arc. He knew his weapon's range advantage gave him the upper hand in this matchup, and that such a maneuver was feasible with his light and versatile short sword, but was he agile enough to strike and stop his aggressor before the daggers sank into his flesh?

If his counterattack was successful, Emil would go for an aggressive approach. He was taught not to fight passively; the best defense was to keep his adversary on the defensive, so he would try to maintain the pressure, striking relentlessly until he managed to subdue his opponent. But if he failed, he would have to salvage the situation somehow; maybe try to deter his attacker with strikes of his own, hoping help arrived in time. Either way, the sand they stood on was soon to be dyed red, now it was just a matter of what the source would be.

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- Used Bite, then Tackle
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The water in its feathers, combined with the cooler night air and the small, pebble-like hail, seemed to make the Chatot miserable - it chittered every so often in agitation, glaring over at the Bergmite. Makra took the moment that Chatot had flinched as an opportunity, darting in as quickly as his much-weakened form could to Bite at the soft-thing's feathery body. The tiny, sharp teeth bit deeply into one of the wings, tearing feathers out as Makra backed off. Makra likely even realized that he'd managed to tear some flesh out of the wing, leaving a lingering taste of Chatot blood and flesh in his mouth, and the bird even more unlikely to escape.

In response, the Chatot shuddered in pain, but quickly refocused on its opponent. It chattered angrily at him, and Makra would feel pain starting to build up from the noise - but before the attack could fully take him out, he ran towards the bird, intent on ending the fight. He leapt and did manage to hit the bird - however, the upon impact, the pain became too much for him; he slumped on the spot, darkness overtaking his vision. He was awake only long enough to see the bird still standing despite his efforts, before it slumped as well; with the knowledge that he'd taken down something much stronger than him, he too fell into unconsciousness. He could feel the still-lingering Hail trying to help keep him awake, but he was too weak - too damaged - to stay conscious.

Hearing the battle sounds cease from somewhere behind him, the rogue pulled entirely away from the quick battle with Emil, abandoning any chance of actually hitting his opponent. He hissed through his breath - something along the lines of "that stupid bird," then eyed Emil. He was clearly thinking quickly, trying to figure out a way out of this that would actually work. He hissed something to himself, too quietly for Emil to hear, then darted forward to attack again - Emil, on the defensive, didn't have to do much for the attack to miss - then started to run.

He hadn't made it very far, though, before he tripped over what seemed to be nothing - only to be revealed that an Ivysaur, owned by one of the guards, had wrapped a vine around his ankle, and was slowly towing the thief back. It seemed that the rogue had dropped his weapons in the motion, but still tried to put up a fight, using his hands to attempt to loosen the vine - to no avail.

"This the thief, then, Emil?" the caravan's guard asked, turning to look at the now-Handler for a moment before turning scrutinizing eyes back to the rogue. It was hard to tell, in the dark, who this was just by voice - but it seemed that they were male, if nothing else, and the first of the guard to arrive to help. "You know what we do with thieves, thief?" There seemed to be a mocking sort of tone to his voice, as he spoke to the strange rogue.

"Wait - wait! I...I'm worth something to the Guardians!" the rogue called out desperately; clearly, something terrible had been imagined as his fate. To claim something so bold with so little being held against him - it could be a lie, but it at least sounded reasonable. "I'm known to them for stealing - Pokemon mainly, the rarer the better, but I steal all sorts of things!"

The guard, faceless though he was in the dark, turned to Emil once he was certain his Ivysaur had a nice, good grip on the thief. "Well, Emil, you did most of the work taking care of him - what do you think? Treat him as any petty thief of the caravan, or drag him to the nearest Guardian outpost and see if his words hold truth?"

It wasn't certain which fate would be worse - a lot likely depended on how much the Guardians wanted the rogue, whoever he was - but Emil would know that either way, the fate wouldn't be pretty. However...if he did decide to take the guy to the Guardians, there might be a reward involved...

"Please, I swear -they want me real bad, just don't kill me!"

Clearly, his imagination had run away with the guard's words - even Emil knew that bandits weren't necessarily killed when caught, usually humiliated and left naked along the road somewhere. Then again, to the sane at least, even Guardians were better than some imagined death. At this point, the guard awaited Emil's word as to what he thought should be done, and the rogue fell silent, a pleading look on his face. What would Emil decide from here?

No matter what, though - when he finally took a moment to peek around the cart to find out what happened with the battle, he'd find both Pokemon slumped to the ground. The cracks in Makra's shell seemed to have slowly healed, but he was still unconscious, tuckered out from the tough battle. Chatter the Chatot seemed to be shivering, also unconscious, and would likely need some sort of Hearer's aid before waking; if asked, the rogue would tell where the Chatot's pokeball was for the Pokemon to be recalled, but offer no further information just yet.

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HP/Condition: Unconscious
- Bite against Chatot
- Tackle against Chatot while Chatter happens
(Hail keeps everything from being worse than it would otherwise be - but he's still unconscious, and even his Ice Body ability won't wake him back up. Needs rest and possibly attention from a Healer)

Makra gains 7 exp, as despite fainting, he did take his opponent with him! Makra levels up! Now level 6 (3/4)! No new moves this time, though.

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“They’re finally here”, said a deeply relieved Emil. It was all over, the brigand was caught and he had managed to muddle through the fight unscathed. His heart rate normalized as his tension was replaced with a feeling of bliss. He could already see his father enthusiastically patting him on the back, proud of his achievement. He imagined his brother and sister congratulating him halfheartedly, burning with envy for not having committed the deed themselves. Sheathing his sword, Emil gave a grateful nod to the guard. “Nice catch. This thief won’t be going anywhere now” The handler would then go ahead and frisk the intruder, retrieving the stolen pokemon. He would try to find and remove any concealed weapons as well; who knows what kind of surprises could be hidden in the deep pockets of people like these.

As the thief mentioned there was a price on his head, Emil’s eyes flashed with interest. He was not a greedy man, but he was not someone to spit in the face of fortune and pass on the opportunity. And there was only one way to be sure if they actually hit the jackpot or not.

But he was not ready to decide just yet; there was a lingering concern Emil could simply not ignore right now. The ambience had become awfully quiet; no sound other than the constant and irregular beat of the hail crashing down managed to stand out. What had happened between Makra and his opponent, he could only speculate. “Keep a tight grasp on that bandit. We’ll decide what to do with him later; there is someone I have to check on first” the handler said with a somber look on his face, as he turned around and made haste, back to where he left his partner to fend for himself. As soon as he saw what awaited him on the other side of the cart, his steady pace turned into a careless dash, almost causing him to slip and fall face first on the muddy sand.

“Makra! Please be all right, please be all right!” the handler shouted frantically, but the ice Pokemon remained motionless, eyes shut in deep slumber. Emil kneeled beside his partner and started shaking him with vigor, eliciting only a few grunts as a response. “At least you’re breathing. You will recover, Makra? Tell me you will be fine!” Bergmite’s cold touch would soon become unbearable, and Emil would be forced to retreat his hands. Staring at his pale, wet palms, the young man felt an unpleasant sensation crawling on his back; guilt, intense enough he thought he would crumble under its weight. The reason he was unharmed was because his teammate had to suffer in his stead; maybe someone as craven as he was simply not fit to be a handler. Maybe he would only lead his team to their doom. Devastated, he clenched his hands tightly together, warming them somewhat. He stood up with his knees shaking and looked at the clouded night sky, allowing the hailstones to impact his face. Realizing the falling hail allowed his pokemon regain life, he decided to leave him be until the storm subsided. “Rest for now, I’ll be back for you. I hope I can earn your forgiveness somehow, Bergmite”.

Another figure caught Emil’s attention before he left the scene. Chatot, the intruder’s pokemon, the one responsible for making his pokemon faint, laid unconscious right at his feet. Seeing his colorful feathers stained with blood managed to put a slight smile on his face “Makra, you persistent fool” Now, what to do with the defenseless bird? Although he rightfully hated him, he couldn’t help but feel sorry for the poor thing. Such a waste of talent, he thought; a pokemon able to speak was really something remarkable, but this one’s mind was poisoned by a lifetime of crime. Was there truly no way to reform him? Chatot probably wouldn’t survive alone in the cold desert night in this state, but Emil didn’t want anything to do with him. However, an alternative solution existed; the handler quickly examined his surroundings, looking for the young man who asked for his help in the first place. “Jesse, I have a favor to ask you. I need you to get this pokemon to somewhere dry and warm. I can’t stand the mere sight of it, but I also don’t want it to freeze to death” If Jesse refused, Emil would have no alternative other than to swallow his pride and do it himself.

The handler returned to where the thief was bound, already decided on what his fate would be. However, it couldn't hurt to try and inquire a little more about the intruder first. The man seemed quite desperate already; maybe he could get some results by appealing to fear. Despite being full of self-doubt, he tried his best to appear confident and stoic. Such an act was necessary in order to get the information he wanted out of the thief. He unsheathed his sword and addressed the bandit, staring directly at his eyes. “You have threatened our caravan, injured my partner and left your own pokemon behind. If you seriously want to be spared, you better tell us exactly who you are, who do you affiliate with and why you decided to target us”

Emil would listen to the intruder’s words carefully, but nothing he said could make him change his mind. He grabbed his sword with both hands and approached his adversary. The moment he did his facade of confidence broke; he held the sword as steadily as he could in these circumstances which really wasn't very much. He lifted his shaky hands above his head and swung downwards with force. An impact would be heard, but the thief would live to see another day; only the pommel of Emil's sword would strike his body, right on his head. “We’ll take him to the Guardians and get a juicy reward! Make sure he’s comfy during the journey; tightly tied and with a linen sack covering his ugly head” proclaimed the handler, making a final effort to appear composed in front of the guards. “Healer’s services for Makra won’t come for free, after all”

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As Jesse slowly approached the fallen chatot, the thief called out, "The poke ball - it's to the left of your foot - there it is, you've got it," his voice shaking with nervousness. Jesse remained silent as he picked up the ball, recalling the chatot and saving it from death - but its handler's fate still remained in the balance.

Even as he hung in the ivysaur's grasp, the thief stared intently at Emil, waiting for him to return from checking on his pokemon. "Oh, thank you!" the thief said upon hearing Emil's words, clearly optimistic about his chances given the chance to explain himself. "My name is Oliver, but the Guardians know me by a different name - the Rattler, that's me. I free pokemon from their clutches and let them go free. I'm not with the Order, which means I was out here alone, and you people looked like you had some nice pokemon, so I went for it." With this, his face blanched slightly, and his eyes shifted from right to left to right again - he was clearly uncomfortable with something.

"Truth be told, I keep the pokemon sometimes - the ones that can be useful, of course, I keep to feed the orphans - I was a street kid once, and I take pity on them - please, for their sake, don't let their protector get ruthlessly murdered! They'll starve to death come winter without my help!" His voice raised in pitch, increasingly desperate as no one made any overt moves towards him, or even said a word. His story had changed once, and now he kept quiet, hoping his would-be captors

When Emil finally spoke, the thief let out a high-pitched noise. "Not the Guardians, they'll kill me! Please! Please!" he shrieked, but the ivysaur kept the thief from wriggling around too much, and before long, the small group was headed back to the village, the thief still trying and failing to struggle in the ivysaur's hold. He stayed silent until the small group had made their way to a Guardian outpost near the village.

"You've got to be kidding me - the Rattler?" the Senior Guardian on duty said with a throaty laugh. "Idiots will come up with anything these days. There is no Rattler, at least not around these parts." Just as the caravan guard was about to speak up, the Senior Guardian added, "Not that it's okay to be a thief of any sort. You're coming with us no matter what your name is - your creativity won't save you."

"Please!" the thief said one last time as the ivysaur relinquished its hold on him, only to be supplanted by a kadabra who quickly did something to keep the thief quiet.

"Thanks for that - ah, you can have this in exchange," the Senior Guardian said, tossing a small bag in Emil's direction. "Unless you need anything else, though, we'll need to get him back to the village." She pointed to the thief, whose eyes were now glazed through some psychic trick.

Assuming Emil had no further business with the Guardians, he and Jesse and the caravan guard would be free to go. Upon opening the small bag, they would find 450 gold pieces which were quickly divided evenly between the three of them, and a handful of healing items. With Jesse, who had no pokemon, giving up his share, Emil wound up with two Potions and a Super Potion. The poke ball in the bottom of the bag was given to Emil as well, and if he opened it, he would find a drifloon about the same level and strength as Makra.

The bergmite would need healing, but with the new drifloon, Emil now had the option to do something else first if he chose. Did he want to hunt for pokemon nearby and perhaps add yet another to his team, or was there something in Doran Village that called out to him? There was a Job Board in every major city of the region, and even one out in the village; there would be options for work and an opportunity to prove himself in new ways. What would he choose to do?


[[ And there's your drifloon introduced, and Emil has gained 1.5 EXP for turning in the thief, which means he levels up! Each of his pokemon gains two levels and his egg gains three counts. Makra levels to 8, and Drifloon levels to 7, no new moves for either of them. ]]

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