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The day was young and quiet peaceful. It almost made you want to lie down a and have a picnic, or even a nap. But Logan hated sleeping outside, and for the past three days, that's just what he had to do. There was already a crick in his neck for the rough night's sleep; barely a bonfire to keep him warm.

Today, Armon picked at the ground curiously, flitting behind Logan in short wing bursts. The dark brown tips of his feathers brushed up a light covering of dust, causing his trainer to go into a fit of sneezing. "Could you stop that?" He shot a hateful gaze back to his pokemon. It was as if Armon was trying to bug him.

Logan, by now, had long shed his normal winter clothing. A clean white shirt clung to his body in for a nice fit. The chain at his bet jingled slightly, bumping into the only pokeball at his side; obviously empty. This city, Ambergris the town map marked it, was very mysterious from what he had heard. It was pretty rundown, but a few stores held on.

By the time he had walked the length of the exterior of the city, he had had enough. No people were out, nothing was going on. It was almost a ghost town if not for- Armon cocked his head to the side at the presence of the girl. Logan had too noticed her, but was she studying? Sleeping? Only one way to find out. "Armon," Logan ushered him forward quietly, "You know what to do." The Pidgey took off for the girl and landed quite gently on a mound of books. He preened his feathers before cooing to the girl, "Pidgey?"

The pokemon's voice, while mellow in tone, jarred Aila from her half-sleeping state. She snapped up, resting upon her knees and wielding her book as though it were a weapon. She lowered her guard shortly after; it was a Pidgey, strangely colored but seemingly harmless enough. She frowned, combing through slightly disheveled with small fingers before becoming vaguely aware a certain thrumming in the air, an almost mechanical hum fighting its way into her head.

Aila narrowed her eyes, brow furrowed, when she noticed the man standing a ways off. Was he the cause of this disturbance?

Then a series of metalic figures went whizzing past at an astonishing clip. The sound and the magnetic charge was exuding from these Pokemon. They went by in a perfectly straight line, evenly spaced.

However, the set of six suddenly turned around, following their leader and then forming a circle around the two humans and the Pidgey. Six red, unblinking eyes stared at them eerily.

"Belllllduuuuummmm." They all hummed in unison.

It was a swarm!

A buzz of Beldom over head turned into a swarm at their level. Great. Just great. Logan knew he was at a disadvantage. As he contumplated his possible means of escape and battle, he was taken distracted by a flash of light. The girl had released a Venasaur who looked very impressive. That grass pokemon compared to Armon was a well trained tool, but Logan wouldn't be shown up. "Armon, sand attack." His voice remained calm, but he tensed thinking up a strategy.

Armon faulted. So many pokemon at once. The Venasaur would surly help him..... Right? His trainer's order set him in motion, he turned his back to the pokemon, blindly kicking up dirt and sand in their direction.

Fleur blinked in a slight confusion, turning to her human and the attacking Pidgey. "Saur, saurrr," she said, attempting to emphasize the Beldums' lack of aggression. Her pose slackened some in anticipation of the trainer's concession, but Aila would not yield so simply.

"Do not stand down," she commanded in a firm voice. "Prepare to take defensive measures if necessary." 'Defensive measures,' trainer and pokemon both understood, implied Sleep Powder, the former thief's favorite means of stealth and escape. Petal Dance, now that the Venusaur had learned it, was also a viable option, and Aila prepared to alter her tactics as she saw fit. Logan's actions were also a factor to consider, and she decided it best to keep vigilant and evaluate the situation thoroughly as it unfolded.

The Beldum seemed to focus mostly on Aila and her Venusaur. But still they remained stationary.

B1:
B6:
B3:

How they planned to do this was a mystery.

B4:

Now the other Beldum seemed annoyed as they looked at B4, if it was possible for them to look annoyed.

Armon flapped his wings in annoyance, kicking up a bit of dust. These pokemon were weird.... Oh, how he wanted Logan to just give him the word now to attack. He did not lower his defenses as the Beldum had commanded, instead Armon took in a deep breath, puffing out his chest to make himself look bigger.

Logan scoffed, My doing? He wished he could summon more pokemon to aid him. Then he probably wouldn't be stuck in this situation. His brows furrowed in deep thought, until Alia's words caught his ears. He immediately held his breath and pulled his shirt to cover his mouth and nose. He didn't even have to tell his pokemon companion to take to the sky; he was already up and out of the way of the sleep inducing cloud.