Cannon roared and rubbed his eyes. He nearly stepped on me, but I yelped darted back a few paces. Flourish came out of nowhere and used Megahorn on the Blastoise, who staggered back from the attack. I quickly moved forward and tackled the back of his leg as he tried to take a step backwards. Cannon fell backwards and landed awkwardly on his back. He growled in frustration. I grinned at the Sawsbuck, who nodded approvingly.
I saw Storm in the corner of my eye and turned in time to see the electricity coming it me. My eyes widened in that quarter of a second I had. There was no time to react, but an energy ball met the attack before it hit me. I was so relieved not to get hit by the electricity that I stayed still too long. Major stood directly in front of me and his glare was murderous. I saw Rampage and Flourish were busy with Storm, as Rampage had finally jumped in now that I was out of Storm's sights. “Let's go, Kid!” Major barked and leaped at me. Now to work out my plan.
I dove between his legs and under him, racing off behind him. He growled in frustration and followed. I glanced back and was somewhat deterred by how fast he was. Obviously several times faster than I was. I looked ahead and found what I was looking for. A tree. I kicked up dust behind me, a rather bad attempt to use sand attack, or at least to distract him from the upcoming obstacle. He was gaining, and fast. I wished that I could use agility for this. The tree was only an foot away when I leapt up, then I kicked off the tree trunk and dodged Major, barely, just as he ran head-long into the tree.
I panted and turned around. Major roared in pain as he hit, nose first, against the tree. He skid and hit his chest against the trunk, too, but he twisted around without falling over and stood again, shaking his head to get rid of the shock of running into the tree. I saw Flourish knocked down by a thunderpunch in the corner of my eye. My fur bristled as the Houndoom's red eyes found me again. I backed up nervously as fire began to form at his lips. I didn't know what fire attack he was going to use, but I did know that fire hurt either way and that I wanted out of it.
I spun around and only managed to take a step before Houndoom's fangs sank into my back and burned my skin around it. He lifted me off the ground as I cried out in pain and shook me back and forth, then I was tossed into the air. I went pretty high, and I shut my eyes tightly to brace for impact while trying hard to ignore the burning and stinging of my singed skin along my back. Rather unfortunately, I landed on my back. Which hurt. A lot. I cried out as I hit the hard earth and quickly rolled over to keep dirt and grass out of the wound.
I knew I was out, I was off my feet. I opened my eyes to see what was happening. Major and Storm were ganging up on Rampage. The Garchomp roared and used dragon rush, but Storm dodged it and retaliated with a thunder punch, which hit Rampage in the center of the back, nearly knocking him over. Nearly. Rampage spun around hit Storm with a dragon claw, throwing him back onto his rear end. Major then came from behind and used flamethrower, hitting Rampage with enough force that he finally fell forwards. He caught himself with his hands, but snarled in frustration of defeat.
I finally pushed myself off the ground and sat up, panting. It stung just to move, and I felt somewhat sore from running faster than I usually could. I guessed that it was just my emergency strength, that exciting pulse in my blood that only happened when I really needed it. I stood and walked back to the trainer, who had been watching very carefully. He was patting Major for his success when I walked up. I sat down and looked up at him. He glanced at me, then stood up.
“Alright, now let's just make sure everyone's figured out how it works.” He glanced at me again, then look at Cannon. “You were the first to fall, and you could have so easily avoided it if you had gone for Sawsbuck instead, who was free after Major and Storm went after Rampage.” He said coldly, then put the second smallest bowl out for him. I blinked in surprise. Blastoise were big Pokemon, didn't they need more than that? The tortoise Pokemon shut his eyes in defeat. The human turned to Flourish.
“And you, if you had just watched where you were going, you could've dodged that thunder punch instead of getting stuck on a damn tree root.” He shook his head and scooted the third smallest bowl to Flourish. “I thought that I trained you better than that!” He growled. I looked at the Sawsbuck rather sadly. She had saved me from that thundershock, why did he not bring that up as a good thing? Then, his eyes turned to me. He looked me over, my tense position was a mixture of nervousness and pain. “I haven't really gotten to training you that much yet, but with how you started out I thought you would've been smarter than to turn you back to your opponent.” He snapped and I looked at the ground. I had messed up...
He gave me the same bowl that he had shown to me in the first place, the smallest because I was the smallest Pokemon. I didn't eat, because no one else was yet. I sat and watched his criticism of all his Pokemon, even Major. It seemed he searched for them all to do exactly as he would want, but then the fight would've gone on forever, and the food would have been cold. Then again, the food had cooled down from it's boiling heat, and it smelled like it was still warm and tasty. My belly growled in protest of not eating it already.
Finally, after all criticism was finished, the boy gave us permission to eat. I was about to dig in when he picked me up. I whined from the pain as the skin on my back stretched. “Quiet.” He ordered and I was silenced. I looked up at him apologetically. I didn't mean to be bad, I was making mistakes again! What use was I if I couldn't do anything right? He held a white and purple spray bottle that I sniffed curiously as he pointed it at my burns. I clenched my teeth as the stuff stung when it hit my wound. I didn't want to whine again, he had told me to be quiet, so I just pressed my forehead against his arm to help ignore the stinging.
Finally, he placed my down after spraying a red and orange bottle, too. I shook myself in irritation, but my back felt better. He didn't spray any of the others with it, even though Rampage had some burns on him. They weren't serious, though. Was mine worse, maybe? After all, I didn't really look at the wound, I just knew that it hurt quite a bit. I looked up at the trainer, who put the medicine back in his bag, then started eating his own food. I looked back to the soup and licked my lips before finally digging, hungrier than I had been before the battle.
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