The ground began to tremble steadily, something looming, heavy, and massive approaching the party from the woods. Chancelor stood up, dusted himself off, and prepared himself to face whatever manner of beast headed directly in their direction. It was a Snorlax—a gigantic beast with unease and uneven steps. The large-belly Pokémon looked at the party with drowsy before charging at them with sloppy, heavy, and very slow steps. Sceptile sprung into action, falling directly on the head of the looming Pokémon and proceeded to slash away at the head of the beast with a few Leaf Blades. Like a raging and bucking bull, Sceptile rode the wild Pokémon—steering it away from Chancelor and Pikachu. Flabby arms swung around as Snorlax attempted to free himself from the reigns of the Forest Pokémon. At a safe distance, Sceptile leaped from the head of the Normal type and allowed it to be free, the Forest Pokémon standing directly behind it in a stance indicated he was ready to fight.

Snorlax turned around and grunted, slapping his jiggly belly a few times before charging forward and throwing a few punches in the direction of Sceptile. However, Sceptile, being the agile Pokémon that he was, managed to easily evade and dodge the strikes with ample time to spare. This continued for roughly thirty seconds—Snorlax growing exhausted, with Sceptile literally running circles around the overweight Pokémon. Snorlax managed to exhaust all his energy in those reckless attacks, rampaging around yet hitting nothing and growing extremely exhausted in the process. Sceptile stood tall upon seeing the now motionless Snorlax, blades on the wrist growing with trademarked green energy. The Forest Pokémon charged forward at blinding speed, passing directly past the looming Normal type, but this pass also carried five extremely swift and powerful slashes of the glowing blades on the wrist. Coming to a sliding halt, the wild Snorlax staggered forward a few steps before toppling forward—the entire route shaking from such mass hitting the ground.

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"That was a whole ass Snorlax." Chancelor looks over the toppled giant—eyes somewhat wide with disbelief. It isn't everyday a wild Snorlax attacks for the hell of it, typically they attack if their food source is in danger or if they are somehow awakened from their very deep slumber. "You alright?" Those words were directed at Sceptile who stood with his senses focused on the surrounding area. The reptile slowly nodded to answer the question while Pikachu leaped from the shoulder of Chancelor, scaled the toppled giant, and began jumping on the back of the mighty beast like a trampoline. The youngest McQueen hadn't be paying any mind to the rodent, all attention was fixed upon the ever so vigilant Forest Pokémon. "Wassup? Somethin' else out there?" Sceptile nods once again, taking a few steps in front of Chance to intercept the path of a Granbull on all fours. Pikachu, having one helluva' time jumping on his makeshift trampoline pointed to the approaching Fairy—doing all manner of flips and tricks without a single care in the world. The Fighter finally pays attention to the adorable rodent, brows cocked at the sight he was witnessing. "What the hell you doing, Pikachu? That's highkey disrespectful!" Chance booms, gesturing for the yellow mouse to cease such actions.

The wild Granbull looked 'upset'—but what else was new? Sceptile took a fighting stance, not a single opening anywhere within it. The purple canine growled before charging forward, sharp and pointe fangs frozen over with the element of ice. Sceptile takes notice of the attack and clears his mind—closing his eyes and allowing his sub-conscious to handle the attack accordingly. Granbull leaps at Sceptile in an attempt to pounce him, fangs primed and ready to sink into the scaly flesh of the Forest Pokémon. Though, the attack had been Detected, and Sceptile acted off sheer instinct alone. With an agile; almost feral-like leap to the side, he dodged the attack while putting himself in the perfect position to attack. One arm blade pulsated with dark green energy while the other pulsated with a dark purple. In a flash, Sceptile dashed forward and attacked the unsuspecting Granbull with a Leaf Blade and X-Scissor. A couple of slices is all it took, the powerful cuts enough to slice through extremely hard stone, so the skin of a Granbull would be nothing to Sceptile. With a dog-like yelp, the rampaging Granbull toppled forward similar to the Snorlax before it. Standing tall with another victory under his metaphorical belt, the pointed blades of the reptile shrunk down to size with the energies influencing them ceasing.

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Then out came a rather 'simple' looking Bibarel—the hard working Pokémon collecting stick after stick. Chancelor was still trying to get Pikachu off the toppled Snorlax while Sceptile looked dead aheady at the carefree looking Bibarel. That was until the wild Pokémon looked over in their direction, it immediately dropped all the gathered sticks and began to take a few steps away frightful. Sceptile, noticing such timid actions had full intentions on letting the Pokémon flee. However, Pikachu pointed and called it out as it continued to bounce up and down upon the back fat of Snorlax. Chancelor looked and faced the Bibarel, head titled to one side as the beaver began to panic with uncontrollable anxiety. "Yo, take it easy. It's all good, Boss. We ain't gonna' cause ya' any harm. You can go on about your business." The Bibarel could hear nothing, all he saw were three set of big black eyes upon it with twisted and morphed grins. Suddenly it cries and charges forward, fear dictating it's next course of reckless actions.

Sceptile moves in the path of the Water type, dodging and evading incisors chomping at him. Each dodge was closer than the last, that was until Sceptile began to move on sheer instinct alone—ceasing the thought of evading and just evading. Bibarel couldn't land a single hit only to find itself catching a Leaf Blade to the chest while Sceptile moves past it. Once behind, Sceptile strikes the back with the same blade—two hits both of super effective properties. The Beaver staggers forward before spinning around, the same terrified look upon its face. The Forest Pokémon didn't want to continue this battle, but the fear in the eyes of the anxiety riddled Pokémon told it to fight instead of flight. That was when a coat of water coated the fluffy body of the Beaver; an attacked Sceptile recognized due to training with Empoleon. Bibarel ejects itself forward with an Aqua Jet and Sceptile dodges the last minute with unparalleled speed and perception—another brutal Leaf Blade slicing the back of the Water type. Bibarel found itself defeated in the midst of its own attack, flying directly down the river bed, unconscious before the Aqua Jet had even ever ended. "What a poor Pokémon..." Chance says with a slight frown, the bouncing Pikachu nodding in agreement. Eyes then shoot towards the flipping Electric type, "What did I say? Get the fuck from up there!"

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