"Ugh, I wanna go home."

Staring at the unconscious body of the large insect on the ground, with the enabled hound standing on top of it like it was her own little pride rock, Kyle wrapped an arm around his side as he shifted nervously to make sure that no other person was around to see the mess that his Houndoom had made. It was her charm and what got her to be distinct compared to her friend, he supposed, though she certainly was not Kyle's favorite with how she does things.

Wondering how it all ended up like this when the Vespiquen simply was defending her territory, Kyle felt a disturbance in his conscience not to try and stop his Houndoom from attacking. On his Pokemon's defense, however, it was one of those situations were fighting was the only solution.

Their path wasn't even supposed to reach the area where the Vespiquen originally was. The little Combee flying around made it tempting for the Houndoom to chase after them, he guessed. He was still a dog and dogs retain a certain playfulness in them regardless of how old they get. It was then that the Vespiquen entered the scene to protect her subjects, or children, whatever one can call them in a bee society.

The first thing that the Fire-type did was to raze the queen bee with Inferno as soon as he saw her moving in for an attack. As much as the wild Pokemon tried to resist, type advantage worked against her and eventually got her to go down. Which then led to the present scene and a Kyle that did not know what else to do to his Pokemon.

At least she stopped bugging the Combee that flitted around, too scared to even go near their queen.

"We're leaving them," he ordered his Houndoom, forcibly dragging her away from the Vespiquen and back to the main road. No more special training for her if she ends up burning everything, he supposed.

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If his Houndoom wore a collar for today, he'd be dragging it. Instead, Kyle was left with a rather unpleasant alternative for the hound instead. A hand wrapped around a horn on its head got the canine to growl in protest, but nonetheless complied with her trainer once Kyle made one assertive tug. At the very least, it brought the dual-type away from the fallen Vespiquen. They were going back as soon as possible.

Next time, maybe I'll try the beach with her, he mused, letting go of his grip as they made some distance away from the Vespiquen.

Several of the Pokemon he owned enjoyed the feeling of sand between the digits of their paws, and though it did made their little pack more wild and lively, there was at least nothing to destroy. The only Pokemon they'd be able to disturb were the ones that could make a quick getaway, which was into the sea, unlike the poor landlocked Pokemon that were hunted down into submission by his Houndoom.

His thoughts were disturbed by a challenging growl from a Nidorina, appearing before them not in an ambush, but in a direct confrontation. Spikes were littered across the path they were taking back, as if to say that she was to be beaten before they could get past. Kyle would rather not get another Pokemon hurt by his Houndoom, but then again, the Nidorina wanted this to happen.

It was expected to have his Houndoom step up and show the Nidorina that she was not to be trifled with. Her sheer presence got the Poison-type to get wary. She made an obvious effort to hide it though, regardless of whether Kyle could clearly see through the wild Pokemon's act or not.

Despite her efforts, however, a massive burst of flames from the Houndoom drowned her figure with embers, charring her skin and almost suffering from major burn scars had Kyle not whistled to get his Pokemon's attention. Clicking his tongue on his his Houndoom, he motioned her to follow her, with the intensity of his glare managing to intimidate the canine to following her trainer promptly.

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A few seconds or so into dragging, Kyle eventually released the Houndoom from the awkward atmosphere with a sign. His posture went back to being hunched, arms on his pocket as he walked, with the canine following suit without any major complaints from her. Though Kyle understood how his Houndoom worked, he simply wasn't sure how to approach situations with her. The lighthearted personalities of his other Pokemon does contrast with the Houndoom's, but then again, maybe he simply just wasn't exerting enough effort to adjust to her on the flip side.

He noticed his Pokemon turn her head to the sound of wings fluttering, craning her head up as its shadow loomed overhead. Kyle dragged the collar of his shirt all the way up to his respiratory areas as a precaution, while his Houndoom simply made snarled at the Venomoth, barking once it ignored the canine.

The bark wasn't unnoticed, however.

The Venomoth made a u-turn from its path of flight, turning to face the Pokemon that finally got its attention. Kyle grimaced at the sight, glancing at his Pokemon only to find it starting to ignite an attack. "Oi, not now," he grumbled, choosing to recall his Houndoom instead. Another hand readied his Arcanine's, taking her out right of her containment before the Venomoth charged at them with its own move.

"Arcky!"

As the bug swooped in, the Arcanine simply met the Venomoth head on with a bite of her own. With her maw bursting into flames, one good chomp was all it took for the Venomoth to succumb from the attack. While it struggled for the most part, its weakness still managed to get the best of it, falling limp from the Fire Fang soon afterwards. The Arcanine dropped its rather large body on the ground as soon as no movement can be felt from it, a small cloud of dust, either from the powders it releases from its wings or just dirt from the ground, forming as it collided.

"We're going back, Arcky," he told his Pokemon as he hopped onto her back. "You better teach Houndy how to control herself or something."

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