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Just like last time, Sly darted straight towards the forest section of the Safari, obviously thinking it the best route to go if he wanted to find a Turtwig. Wattson followed behind, sprinting just to keep up with the professor. Tyson on the other hand, was nowhere in sight. The duo did not get far into along the path like last time before being interrupted, this time not so subtly. Standing right smack dab in the middle of the path in front of them was a large, menacing looking Pokémon. Snapping its pincers together, the beady little red eyes bore holes through Sly and Wattson, with only the sounds of steel clanging together bringing them forth from their intimidated trance.[break][break]



“W-woah.. Hey now, we haven’t even been in here for two minutes! Look, if you can just step aside so we can go find a Turtwig..?” Sly proposed, putting his hands up innocently as if that was going to calm this ferocious creature down. His plan failed miserably, causing the Durant’s eyes to glow an even more fierce red then before. It was building with an unknown rage, a wrath so powerful it could’ve easily set the surrounding vegetation ablaze. It placed one of its legs forward and thrust out its head. The two antenna sitting atop its head began to vibrate. This Steel and Bug type wasn’t playing any games.
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The two antenna atop the Iron Ant Pokémon’s head began to vibrate, emitting a loud ringing noise that shattered the ambiance around them. Such a pitch brought both Sly and his partner Wattson to their knees, clutching their hands to their ears, or in Wattson’s case, to his prongs in agony. They wore winces, their eyes clenched shut as they suffered from the METAL SOUND that rattled their eardrums.[break][break]




“Aaaggghhh! W-Wat-tson!” Sly opened an eye, glaring in the direction of his partner just to see if he was okay. He seemed to be in the same situation: Down and out.[break][break]




That was when a rustle in the branches above entered the fray. Although none of the trio noticed, Durant finally registered the newcomer when it gazed upwards and saw two bright yellow eyes filled with black slits bearing down on it, like something straight out of a horror movie. A mighty meow rumbled above, and all Durant could do was watch as a shower of fiery bullets cascaded down.
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The relentless EMBER left Durant in a world of dust and fire, breaking through the blood-curdling ringing produced from the Iron Ant Pokémon and decisively knocking it out. Tyson dropped down from the trees above, gracefully landing on all four paws and proudly flicking his tail back and forth. He looked in the other two’s direction, centering his chest with his chin held high. The little Fire type was overly proud of his one-shot victory, which was mainly due to his extreme type advantage. But it came in handy!
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After recovering, Sly helped Wattson get back into the scene and hustled over to Tyson and the now unconscious Durant. “Nice job, Tyson! That was a super cool move. I’m impressed!” Sly spoke, gently twisting the tip of his index finger inside his ear to rid of the cobwebs. Wattson happily patted his teammate on the back, eliciting a triumphant growl from Tyson. “One last thing before we move on, though.” [break][break]




Leaning down, Sly wrapped his arms around the Durant’s body and began to pull it towards the bushes with Wattson quickly jumping in to help once he saw Sly struggling with the weight. “Gnnghh-.. I.. Don’t want it to be-... Gnh! Sitting out in the open… and get.. Attacked!” Wattson and Sly pulled the Durant into the sanctuary of a cluster of bushes, gently laying it down in between the thick brush. Tyson refused to help, a little disgusted that his trainer would show sympathy and mercy towards an enemy, one that tried attacking them without notice. Instead, he just continued on down the path, now leading the other two.
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[break][break]TYSON defeated DURANT! +1

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Their adventure took a sudden turn, literally, when Tyson paused in the road ahead. His hair stood on end, his ears perking up as they jolted towards the sky. His tail flickered dangerously back and forth. His head quickly circled to the right before his black and red body disappeared into the brush. His senses had locked onto something that interested him, pulling him away from the pathway and into the thick of the forest.[break][break]



“Hey, Tyson! Where are you going?” Sly called after his Pokémon before giving chase with Wattson running alongside him. They followed the path they thought the Litten had ventured down, eventually bringing them out into a small open field surrounded by the forest. The ground was littered with various patches of dirt and grass, each intermingled and mixed together to form a rugged yet somewhat smooth terrain all encased within the large trees that made up the forest. It provided the perfect training area where one could exercise or even battle in seclusion without having to worry about a bunch of obstacles or other creatures.[break][break]



There, they’d found their teammate pacing back and forth in the opening, his eyes trained on a small figure that stood in the distance. “Jeez, Tyson.. You can’t just dart off like that. We have to stick together in here. Numbers prevails over all, and you never know what is going to surprise you-.. Oh. What is that?” He questioned, now taking notice of the jostling body further ahead in the opening. Waving a wooden beam just barely larger than itself was a little Fighting-type Pokémon, Timburr. The little warrior brandished his weapon like a badge of honor, holding it atop one finger while giving it a glance over, almost admiring the fact that there were no scratches or virtually any damage to its surface at all. It was flawless, which was both a good and bad thing for the young barbarian.[break][break]



Tyson snarled, a smile creeping upon his furry lips as he stared down Timburr with an insatiable appetite for battle. Timburr willingly accepted the fated battle, pointing the tip of his wooden pillar towards the Fire Cat Pokémon as if challenging him. He garnished his intimidating glare with an arrogant smirk before effortlessly flipping his weapon around his body, holding it partly behind himself while his other fist stood by, ready for a scuffle. Sly shifted his eyes between the two Pokémon, a little confused as to what was happening. He’d felt as if there was some sort of connection between the two, almost as if they’d known one another. It was entirely possible considering he’d caught Litten in this exact same forest.[break][break]



“Say, Tyson.. Do you know that Pokémon? Is that why you scurried way over here so suddenly?” [break][break]



“Mrawr!”[break][break]



Tyson responded with a confident meow, only removing his focus on the Timburr to shoot a look back at his trainer for emphasis on his answer.[break][break]



“Hm-.. Well, Fran did say that we needed experience. Plus, if I can catch this Timburr, I think it’ll make a great partner for someone some day. I could get something interesting out of it.. Hm! Whaddya say Wattson,” He turned to his electric partner. “Mind sitting this one out? I think Tyson wants to take this one.”[break][break]



“Zzbzt!”[break][break]



With Wattson’s approval, Sly stepped up to Tyson’s side, ready to engage in their first official battle together.[break][break]



“Alright, Tyson! Let’s open this up with Ember!” [break][break]



Parting his lips, Tyson lurched his head forward and unleashed a torrent of tiny orange fireballs that scattered across the battlefield, most of them aimed for Timburr’s general direction. Ready for the incoming attack, the Muscular Pokémon flipped his wooden beam around, using the wide surface of his weapon to deflect most of the fireballs heading his way. He swiped, pushing his way through Tyson’s EMBER and opening up for a counter attack. He took off at full speed towards Tyson, only lowering himself to his back when he was within a foot of the FIre Cat Pokémon. He employed an impressive LOW KICK, slamming the heel of his foot into Tyson’s leg and knocking him to his side. He followed up with a devastating blow to Tyson’s head, using his beam like a baseball bat and swatting the Fire type away several meters.[break][break]



“Gngh! Tyson, are you alright? Sorry, I should’ve told you to dodge, crap crap! I’m already forgetting Fran’s lessons..”[break][break]



Timburr stood tall, a triumphant stance proving his pride and worth. Tyson was far from down and out however, and quickly lifted himself to all fours.[break][break]



“Alright, let’s try something else.. Get in close, and use Bite!”[break][break]



As Sly ordered, Tyson barged into battle, using his outstanding speed and dexterity to close the distance with Timburr in a matter of seconds. He dropped his jaw once more, only this time his fangs glowing white with energy as he bore down on the fighting type. Timburr reacted just in time, bringing his beam up towards Tyson and shoving the broad side into his mouth, effectively blocking the attack. There they stood for a brief moment, their eyes locked as both fighters refused to relinquish their hold on the pillar. Unsure of what to do, Sly froze in place for the moment, prompting Tyson to take matters into his own hands. He ignited his mouth, utilizing his powerful FIRE FANG to strengthen his hold and burn straight through Timburr’s signature weapon.[break][break]



Tyson barreled through the wooden beam with ease, now chomping down on Timburr’s shoulder with a set of blazing fangs that sent Timburr reeling, losing one half of his weapon while maintaining a solid hold on the other. This didn’t help the young Fighting-type’s psyche any, as he’d just gotten done perfecting his weapon right before being consumed in this battle.[break][break]



An affirmative growl from Tyson brought the professor back to the tides of battle.[break][break]



“O-oh, sorry!” He began. “I blanked out for a moment, I’m sorry.. I was just unsure of what to do. But I’m back in it! No more, we’ve got this.”[break][break]



As Tyson and Sly prepared for another bout, Timburr had been fit with a rage that would’ve been catastrophic had he been stronger. Seeing his prized possession shattered to pieces right in front of him filled him with wrath unlike any other. In his moment of overwhelming emotions, Timburr jammed his now dismantled weapon into the ground, tearing up a large chunk of soil and rock. He kicked it up into the air with his foot before treating the wooden beam like a bat again, performing a solid strike on the descending earth nugget with a decisive ROCK THROW.[break][break]



As the rock hurled through the air toward Tyson, his trainer intervened. “Aim your Ember attack at the rock!”[break][break]



Doing as he was ordered, Tyson fired an EMBER towards the chunk of earth, using his firepower to shatter it and created a large cloud of dust in the area. With his vision impaired for the time being and his rage meter still topping the charts, Timburr went in swinging like a bat out of hell. He viciously swirled his weapon around, trying his best to hit his opponent with some sort of blind luck.[break][break]



“Calm him down with Growl, Tyson.” [break][break]



Jumping into the air, Tyson hovered above the dust cloud for a moment and aimed his mouth downwards. His throat vibrated from the piercing shriek that distorted the air. Once the soundwaves hit the rampaging Timburr, he immediately settled down. It was almost as if he hadn’t just been pissed off at the entire world just a few moments ago, though both Tyson and Sly knew this effect was only temporary.[break][break]



“Finish it!”[break][break]



Tyson coated his mouth once more in a blazing inferno, descending down upon Timburr’s head and chomping down with a final FIRE FANG. The resulting explosion that occurred from the attack cleared the brown blanket of debris, leaving Sly and Wattson a clear view of the end result of the battle. Timburr lie unconscious on the ground while Tyson stood victoriously over him, his chest extended outwards as a way of showing his dominance.[break][break]



“Spectacular, Tyson! You really did a good job, again! Finally squashed the beef you two had, huh?” Sylvester mused, reaching for one of the three Safari Balls that were clipped to his belt. He clicked the button, enlarging the sphere to the size of his palm before gently tossing it towards the fallen Timburr. Once the Safari Ball bounced from Timburr’s nose, it burst open, enveloping the Muscular Pokémon’s frame in red energy.[break][break]











[break][break]TYSON defeated TIMBURR - +1 | ATTEMPTING to CAPTURE TIMBURR.

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The Safari Ball jiggled across the ground.. Once.. Twice.. Three times.. Click! The capture of the Timburr had been successful with the Safari Ball glowing in a translucent white as it rolled across the ground. Quickly retrieving his prize, Sly clasped the occupied ball to his belt, smiling. Although looking worse for wear, Tyson too was happy about their combined victory. He shook the dirt from his fur, maintaining his position at Sly’s side. Wattson joined the party, giving his teammate an enthusiastic pat on the back as a way of congratulating him for his conquest over the Fighting type.[break][break]



It didn’t take long however for another creature to crash the party though as a rustle in the bushes to their left sucked the trio back to reality. Snapping his head towards the side, Sly scanned the horizon of bushes, his eyes dancing across each and every little green leaf that moved about. His saucers finally registered a small twig that jut out from the emerald veil, one with two oddly large protruding leaves swaying from side to side as the bush jostled around.[break][break]




“Hawwww…” A steady exhale followed Sly’s parted petals,, his eyelids retracting back into their sockets once he realized what he was looking at. A wave of goosebumps fluttered across his body, sending a shiver to riddle his frame as his hair stood on end. The bushes moved once, and then twice, before finally moving aside to reveal the reason Sly and his team ventured to the Safari Zone again: A beautiful Turtwig.[break][break]



“Aww.. There it is. A Turtwig.”[break][break]



Sly’s excitement was tamed as he watched the Tiny Leaf Pokémon happily gnaw through a small Oran Berry, sawing it down piece by piece with its large beak-like pincers. Both Wattson and Tyson prepared themselves for battle, each one summoning their respective elements around their persons. They both knew their goal was sitting right in front of them, and they wanted to take this Turtwig by surprise in order to ensure the best chance of capture. At least, that’s what any smart trainer and their Pokémon would do if they were looking to secure a target Pokémon.[break][break]



Sly however, had other plans. He held both of his palms out flat towards the two Pokémon, signaling for them to stand down. “Mm-mm. I don’t want to fight it. Turtwig are usually playful and docile, I don’t want to scare it away. C’mon.”[break][break]



Wattson stood down without too much concern while Tyson reluctantly settled down, dissipating the fire around his ears. Sly slowly approached the Grass type, holding his hand out in front of him as he closed the distance. Fortunately, the moment Turtwig noticed him, it didn’t take off as a break-neck pace. Instead, it smiled and continued on with its feast of the now half-eaten blue berry.[break][break]



“Hey there. How are you? Having a little snack, I see!” The professor chirped, taking a seat criss-cross applesauce style next to Turtwig. Wattson took up Turtwig’s other side, cheerfully buzzing towards the Grass type as a way of greeting it, which prompted a cordial response from the Turtwig. Tyson refused to return the favor, keeping his stubborn and prideful demeanor up while he sat a good five feet away from the group.[break][break]



Turtwig and Wattson immediately hit it off, the two Pokémon chatting back and forth like they were best friends. Sly kept quiet, his lips curling into a gentle smile as he watched the two converse like they’d known each other for years. He didn’t want to interrupt this priceless moment of bliss, especially considering Tyson’s solitary nature. They’d prattled back and forth for a while, Turtwig at one point even offering Wattson a small bit of the berry that he had left. The Electric type graciously accepted, munching down on the juicy morsel.[break][break]



After their conversation, the details of which Sly had no idea, the two turned their attention towards Sylvester. Turtwig just simply smiled while Wattson stood, taking a step towards his partner. He raised his arm and pointed in the direction of the exit to the Safari Zone, trying to articulate himself through small sparks and zaps.[break][break]



“Zbzt, Zzzzbt, zbzbzt!” He danced around, trying to make himself seem bigger than he actually was. He bent over on all fours and pointed his prongs in the direction of the bushes while Turtwig did the same, and then gestured towards the tree while shaking his torso in the process. Turtwig tried ushering his attention towards his back as Wattson stood upright, flexing his tiny little muscles and zapping all the same. If there was one thing Sly wasn’t, it was stupid. He didn’t know exactly what was going on or what was trying to be said, but with the two’s game of charades, he came to the conclusion that they were hinting towards Turtwig’s evolutionary line.[break][break]



That was when Turtwig waddled towards Sly’s belt and nuzzled one of the empty Safari Balls.[break][break]



“O-oh! Wait a second.. You WANT to be captured?”[break][break]



Both Turtwig and Wattson nodded.[break][break]



“OH! You want OUT of here, huh? Out of the Safari Zone?”[break][break]



Once Sly hit it right on the money, Turtwig hopped around in joy, violently shaking his head.[break][break]



“Gotcha! Well, that’s perfect! You can come with us. I feel like there is a little more to the story then I’m able to comprehend right now, but I think you guys were trying to talk about Grotle and Torterra, correct?”[break][break]



It seemed like the professor was running down the checklist and hitting every mark, because with every question he’d proposed, it brought forth an even more flamboyant and positive response from the two Pokémon.[break][break]



“Fantastic. Say, we actually have a psychic friend. He might be able to help us out, or at least better explain what it is you want. Until we can contact him again, you don’t mind jumping in this Pokéball and traveling with us, do you?” He inquired, reaching for the empty Safari Ball. Turtwig just sat idly by, awaiting his capture. It was by far a much easier process then when he’d caught Tyson.[break][break]



“I wish every capture could be like this.” He mused, tossing the empty Pokéball towards Turtwig. The last image he’d seen of the young Grass type was it smiling back towards him before transforming into a beam of crimson energy and disappearing inside of the small sphere.[break][break]







[break][break]ATTEMPTING to peacefully CAPTURE TURTWIG.