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Small blackened specks of scale would slip into the air as the Scyther's blades met with Fable's half-charred arms. The scales there were harder then the rest of his body now; an unintentional side-effect of burning his own arms....though no less useful.

Fire would begin flickering in the Charmander's eyes as he watched the insect move. So she wasn't going to give up easily? Well that served him just fine. That flip would cost her precious seconds, no matter how swift the strike to follow.

One heel still dug into the ground, Fable would kick off with the other, pivoting sharply around even as he swung his right arm back. A familiar red tinge would appear in the reptile's gaze as his consciousness began to fade, and the rage was set loose. Immediately the Charmander's flame would double in size in response to his anger, allowing the fire to remain in place even as he turned almost completely around.

The moment the Scyther landed a scaled fist would lunge forward, passing through the inferno at the tip of the Charmander's tail and bursting into a brilliant flame. Fire Punch had served Fable quite well in previous battles with Scyther, he saw no reason why it might fail now!


Starter Pokemon: Charmander [M]
Name & Level: Fable, Lv 6
[Temperament] Quiet
Bio: Raven first met Fable during his time living on the streets, finding the fire-tailed reptile in one of hundreds of alleys he'd been in. Battered, beaten, and bloodied, it was clear the Charmander had seen it's fair share of battles...and lost every single one. He bit Raven only five seconds after their initial encounter. Fable had lost all trust in humanity. Raven was never fully aware of the details, but the Charmander's former trainer had been abusive. He'd placed him in battles with impossible odds, expecting him to combat and defeat opponent after opponent with little to no rest...and when he lost, it was his trainer whom would personally add to the reptiles injuries. Finally tired of wasting his time on "some worthless newt" his trainer had abandoned him in the dirtiest alleyway he could find and just left him there. The boy hadn't even given him a name...at least not one he cared to repeat.

For days after that first encounter Raven returned to the alley, usually meeting with the same result; yet still he kept coming, sometimes he even brought food. It was generally scraps most likely out of the garbage, but it was food none the less. One day the Charmander finally asked why the child kept returning...not with words of course, but with his eyes. The curiosity at the boy's actions were clear in the reptiles gaze. Raven had said he saw a fire in Fables eyes that day when they first met, the desire to become truly powerful. More time passed after that, but the only thing which mattered after that point was the outcome. Even without a Pokeball the Charmander decided to follow the boy from that day forward, even earning the name Fable in the process. Raven would speak of spending the reward money on new clothes and a bath, but what was consistently leave out was the purchase of a single Pokeball. There was no need. Even without it, Fable would follow his trainer to the depths of hell and back.
Stats:
HP: 22/22, PP: 25, ATK: 13[14], DEF: 12, SPD: 12, SP-ATK: 15, SP-DEF: 12
MOVES:
- Fire Punch
- Growl
Held Item: Muscle Feather
EXP: 44/500

The two would find themselves facing yet another pokemon, but once more luck was on their side. This Durant was in the dirt shoving what he wanted ....and paying little attention to the boy ...if they were quiet they would miss the fight all together, but if not. Well the Durant are tough pokemon afterall, and this one was scarred from head to tail with his battles. Thus, there would be trouble ...if they weren't careful .....

(To avoid this fight you must not roll higher than 10)

Tsuki noticed the Durant and decided to make himself scarse. No need to bother the ant, it was just going about its day. Who was he to mess it up? And thus he would try to exit its territory, wanting to leave the wilds as carefully and swiftly as naturally possible. Without dying.

Tsuki allowed a smile as he wasn't noticed. Now he felt like a ninja, despite knowing that it was chance that had saved him. So no getting cocky. That's when things blew up in your face. Or tried to stab you with a pincer, choke you with a vine, poison you with kisses (Grimer?), or anything else that was as crazy as Barney's Totodile. And you had to admit it was kind of creepy with its alcoholism. How the heck did that even happen. You know what, he didn't wan to know now.

With that out of his thoughts he treaded lightly across the forest. Archer followed suit, bored.

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