A few meters ahead of Chancelor stood a carefree Clefairy, the rare Fairy Pokémon looking as if it was picking up objects off the beaten path. The teenager came to a crawl, putting a single leg down on the beaten path to bring what little remaining momentum he had to a complete halt. The Pokémon had yet to notice the boy—her back was turned to him as she fiddled with a collection of objects in her little mitts. As much as Chancelor would have enjoyed to keep moving, the little fairy blocked the path leaving him with no real way to get past her unless she moved. "Just my damn luck..." The teenager says to himself, eyes squinting at the back of the Clefairy's head; metaphorical daggers being pierced in the unsuspecting skull of the Pokémon. Exhaling a deep breath, the boy proceed to clear his throat, which, in turn, startled the wild Pokémon and caused it to turn around and finally face him. In firm grip would be a crown of flowers—this adorable little bitch was making crowns of summer flowers... The Youngest McQueen looked at the Clefairy, and the Clefairy back at the Youngest McQueen. He raises a hand and gestures for the little Pokémon to move off to the side so he can pass.

Clefairy tilts her head before bestowing a smile from ear to ear to Chancelor. Following the smile would be the crown of flowers in her hands, being extended for the teenage boy to take and wear. "Yo... I... Really shouldn't? I mean I want to but..." Clefairy frowns before pouting, putting the crown of flowers on her head before sitting right in the middle of the Route. "You petty little Bit-..." His eyes are wide in disbelief, he has never witnessed such fuckery from a wild Pokémon. "Fine! I'll take the crown. Can I please pass now?" Now she is ignoring him, eyes off to the side as she hums what Chancelor believed to be a little tune. "Oh?! Dead ass?!" A grip around the bicycle handlebars only grew that much tighter to reflect festering annoyance. Without saying anything else, the boy summons a Pokémon, Pupitar to be exact. Pupitar looks at the Clefairy and Clefairy back at the Pupitar. "Just move her, bro. Do what you need to do." Chancelor gave the armored Pokémon free reign to handle the job by any means. Pupitar took such words as great importance so sprung into action, propelling himself at high-speeds towards the Fairy Pokémon.

That was when Clefairy looked up at the high-flying Pokémon and batted her cute little eyelids. Needless to say, before the moment of impact, Pupitar came to a halt and was under the 'spell' of the dastardly little Clefairy. "C'mooon!" Chancelor bellows in defeat, face palming hard; a shaking head to accompany the already disappointed gesture. Clefairy looks over at the human and sticks her tongue out at him before putting the flower crown on the spiky head of Pupitar. However, as she did this, she'd find herself getting bombarded with sharp and jagged stones from underneath which would send her flying off the path and into a nearby bush. It seemed Pupitar broke out of the 'spell' a little sooner than the Clefairy had expected—which makes sense because we don't love these ho's!

Chancelor laughs, quickly recalling the victorious Pupitar and commences back down the beaten path with his usual bat-out-of-hell speed. "That was a really pretty crown tho'!" He screams to the Clefairy as his parting words.

✝ tag(s) - @missingno .
✝ notes - - - - .

"Now that was some shit. Somethin' I couldn't even make up if I tried." Chance thought to himself, legs working away at the peddles of the bicycle in a rhythmic pattern. Right as the boy was beginning to find his 'rhythm' again, something round, pink, and deadly came rolling directly at him from off the side of the beaten path. Whatever it was collided with the front wheel of the bicycle, sending the teenager tumbling forward off the bicycle and rolling upon the beaten path roughly—arms, chest, and legs now bleeding from the rough and unpredictable collision. Slightly dazed from the 'assault' Chance laid on his back, hazel eyes glancing up at the sun as he attempted to regain dazed senses. "Man... What the fuck..." He groans, raising up, hand on a somewhat aching noggin. That was when his vision focused in on a Jigglypuff, an angry Jigglypuff, one that was puffed and looked to have seen better days. Remembering the encounter with the Clefairy, Chance figured it'd just be wiser to defeat this Pokémon rather than attempting to talk it down. So, slowly reaching for a PokéBall clipped upon the hip, he grabs one the spheres, and summons Pupitar to handle this hostile little Fairy type.

Similar to the previous time, Pupitar wasted no time in taking the offensive—seeing the somewhat serious face of his Trainer told him this was a somewhat serious situation. Jigglypuff spun around on her heels to face the armored Pokémon head on. When Pupitar rammed his heavy, armored, and spiky armor into the marshmallow-y frame of Jigglypuff, she simply absorbed the blow and held the armored Pokémon in place. She proceeds to throw the shelled Pokémon off to the side before doing another Rollout, this one aimed directly at Pupitar. Pupitar holds his ground upon seeing the rolling mass of pink, as she rolls to him, the Rock Bed Pokémon retaliates with rocks of various sizes being conjured and hurled in the Jigglypuff's direction and the rolling path she is taking. She manages to evade a few of the rocks, but still found herself bombarded with a large majority of them. When it was all said in done, the Balloon Pokémon found herself with a mountain of rocks piled upon her, a pink leg being the only thing visible in the aftermath of the Rock Slide. The Trainer shakes his head before recalling Pupitar again. He examines his bloody knees and arms before climbing back on his bicycle and returning to his ride down the Route. Enju was right on the horizon now, he was so close.

✝ tag(s) - @missingno .
✝ notes - - - - .

After what felt like hours of intense pedaling, the teenager approached the final stretch—beads of sweat rolling down his forehead and wounds stinging slightly from sweat salting the open and still-fresh cuts. However, unbeknownst to the youngest McQueen, he was being stalked by a 'predator'—this 'monster' opting to conceal its presence within the shroud of mother nature. "Alright. Almost there. Just a little bit more." The youth encourages himself to finish this little mission hard and with stride. That was when his stalker made itself known, a big and powerful grey like body darting directly in front of the zooming bicycle. Chancelor came to an instant stop, wheels pushing aside gravel, twigs, and whatever other little objects litter the beaten path. The teenager leveled hazel optics upon a rather mean looking Granbull, the Pokémon stood tall and powerful—proving itself to be the final obstacle the Trainer needed to overcome to reach the city. However, Chance was not impressed by the dog, in fact, he made a sour face at the wild Pokémon; calling its bluff for what it was. "Just move. We both know you ain't bout' it." He calls out to the Granbull, reaching for a PokéBall to summon a Pokémon if needed. Granbull, being timid and passive Pokémon were afraid of any real confrontation, and this one was no different. The Fairy Pokémon began to cower, taking a few steps back but still insisted on standing in the way.

Exhaling the biggest sigh due to this very stubborn Pokémon, Pupitar was freed from the PokéBall. Chancelor didn't even need to give an order. Pupitar, with this being the third time such events had taken place, already knew what needed to be done. A steady stream of pressurized steam erupted from concealed vents underneath the armored plates of the Rock Bed Pokémon. Then, like a flash, Pupitar rocketed forward and slammed into the Granbull—hitting the Fairy type right in the face. However, what took place next even shocked Chancelor. The timid and passive Pokémon not only took the blow like a champion, it simply didn't move; not even the smallest of budges. "Brace for impact!" Chancelor calls out to the confused Pupitar as the now enraged and formidable Granbull goes into a blind Outrage. The wild Pokémon picks up the extremely heavy Rock Bed Pokémon and slams him over the head with a brutal Germany Suplex. Pupitar, despite being a walking plate of armor felt that heavy blow, a grunt of pain coming from the Pokémon. "Rock Slide followed by a Stone Edge, bro. C'mon you ain't about to let this chump body you!" Hearing Chancelor raise his voice like that, Pupitar got a second wind, his strength and ability practically being doubled in that very instant. Conjured rocks appeared all around the Granbull before bombarding the Pokémon one after another. Following the Rock Slide, Pupitar slammed it's heavy shell body into the ground to create sharp slabs of stone which come up from the ground and stab into the flesh of the Granbull. Both attacks did massive damage to the formidable dog and was just enough to defeat it, the wild Granbull falling forward and going unconscious right in the middle of the beaten path. "Fuck... That was close." Chancelor quickly recalls his wounded Pupitar and rushes into the city, now was not the time to reflect on the battle, because, if he didn't make it to this meeting place on time, the Trainer would have a battle of his own. A battle he was not ready for—a battle he would never be ready for.

✝ tag(s) - @missingno .
✝ notes - - - - .