After they’d beat a hasty retreat from the Audino, what should appear next but a…

Actually, a singular feather marked their next target—and a sudden sneeze from Damian alerted the Flying-type to its presence. Looking down from its perch, it saw that there was a human looking up at it—along with a Riolu and a Sneasel. There was something unsettling with the Sneasel’s eyes, though, and the Fletchling couldn’t help but shiver a little bit.

Taking off from the branch it was perched on, Damian was disappointed for all of five seconds—at least until it began to attack his hair. His ash-blonde hair! “Wh—whoa, hey! What the hell?!” he yelped, quickly throwing his hands up in an attempt to shoo the Flying-type down. “What’s my hair look like to you?!” he exclaimed a few moments later, before the Fletchling began yanking at it and eventually succeeded in ripping off a small chunk of it.

“Ow! What the—please don’t tell me you’re some kind of a kleptomaniac bird…” he grumbled a few seconds later, before the Fletchling chirped—rather derisively—in his direction. “Don’t make this hard on me, please?” he added with a sigh, before the Flying-type then soared down again and this time began pecking at his jacket pocket. “What the—hey, what the hell?” he blurted out again as the Flying-type continued to peck insistently at one particular pocket. “What do you want to see in my—“ he continued before the third Pokéball within it fell out and revealed his Cubchoo once again in a flash of red light.

A sudden chirping noise then came from the Fletchling; as if challenging the Cubchoo. While he was pretty sure that Kuma had decided to take a nap, if there was something the Ice-type didn’t like—it was being disturbed form its sleep. “Wait, what? You want to fight him? Out of my companions?” he asked the Fletchling, before it nodded in Damian’s direction. “But why not them?” he asked a few moments later—and then the Riolu darted around to hide behind his leg; while the Sneasel was still eyeing the thing suspiciously; like she wanted to take a bite out of it.

Before the Fletchling could reply, a sudden blast of snowflakes came pelting right at it—as the Cubchoo had reacted and opened fire with a Powder Snow attack. It was clearly not amused at being shaken awake—rather violently; and by something else other than his owner no less! The Flying-type then let out a sudden chirping noise before getting out of the way with Agility—only for a cold blast of wind to follow it in its direction as the Ice-type exhaled an Icy Wind in an attempt to keep the bird close to the ground.

A sudden blur of red-and-white came close before the Fletchling managed to land a Pecking attack right on the Cubchoo’s forehead—but it was then batted away with a blast of water not too long afterward. The Brine attack had smacked the Flying-type head-on; but it wouldn’t let the drenched state of its feathers get in the way. Another Agility-boosted dash forward, it chained into a Quick Attack, lobbing its small body completely against the polar bear’s fur.

And the Cubchoo was definitely not amused at this.

“Oh, boy…” was all he could say with a sigh, before a second blast of snowflakes pelted the Fletchling again; as the Cubchoo had reacted and countered with another Powder Snow attack before bringing down another Icy Wind right on it, chilling it to the point where it couldn’t attempt to fly and escape the battlefield. A second Peck attack was about to connect but a surprise blast of water blew it off-balance—and before it could smack against the nearby rock a red flash of light suddenly sucked up the Fletchling before the Safari Ball clattered to the dirt…