The Princess's Expedition

The only sound that echoed through the mountain was the sound of the wind, in the mountains, one could spot a blue shine. If one were to zoom in on the blue shine, they would spot a small reptilian creature with tiny arms and a large jaw. Across the big jawed pokemon's neck, lay a blue amulet, that signified her royal descent. The blue sapphire shined brightly as the tyrunt stared at her finally finished shelter.

It was rather rude, due to the tyrunt's inability to stack boulders easily, and consisted of using an already overhanging dent of a rock, and taking several days to move two boulders to the side of it so she could be enclosed in her area beneath the overhand. It was not quite the best for a princess such as her, but it would have to due. She had no servants after all, or subjects, knights, anything!

The tyrunt sighed and placed her belongings in the back of the tyrunt formed cave, which just barely fit even her, except the amulet. She always wore the amulet with her to places. It was all she had left of her home, all that she had really brought with her that was not consumable or for supplies. Victoria looked up to the top of the mountain she set up a shelter at the base of, its obsidian peak was jammed into the cloudy sky, as if stabbing into a piece of fluff. The sky could not be seen by the amount of clouds, and she could not care less about this area's gloomy look. She had claimed this area, and now it was time to begin her empire!

She began to grin at the thought, but the grin slowly faded as a question came to her mind.

How was she going to do that?
((Energy: 19, Victoria Lives here.))

A howl: that was the noise that desolation had elected to use to convey its meaning. The wind crawled and skittered across the rolling mountains as the lonely sun clambered past its apex and towards its crib in the horizon, licking eagerly at the peaks of the tall mountains as the scrubland shivered and felt the stinging bite of the cold. It was no mystery as to why that vocal gale preferred the mountains' heights to their lonely bases: they were where the wind could easily lick the powder sugar-like snow off of their magnificent height and return for seconds with great ease. There was mischievous, child-like eagerness in which the wind did this. Sometimes it was unpredictable, and would attack relentlessly until some succulent flakes of snow were successfully robbed from their stores and attack again or delay, while other times it let go of its randomness to simply follow the distinct pattern of swoosh, lick, swoosh.

Ares had long ago claimed this wonderland as his training ground and refuge: it was a location in which the hardiest of creatures were the only ones that could survive. Tough opponents were daily occurrences and encounters that titulated his sense of adventure and helped it remain young and optimistic. He would argue with the loud, bombastic predators and flee with the quiet, stealthy prey. His journey was filled with a whimsy that remained refreshing and new with each passing sunset, allowing him to truly expand upon his training and grow stronger in both mind and body.

The Charmander laughed in the face of danger, and mocked the decency that shelter would provide him. He was a mountain's 'mon's 'mon! He was an untamed, wilderness-loving creature's dream! Mountain Ares was always there to spit upon the fire and kindle the flames with renewed fervor for every bump and scratch on him at the end of the day. Some might view him as insane and silly, perhaps even ridiculous in all extremes, but this was how babes who were deemed unsatisfactory in his culture's eugenics were forced to live. They did not have the safety of numbers, nor did they have the training of the elders. They were forced to make it or break it. This life of a "banished" member of his society had proven why he was so foolhardy on proving that society was not necessary for producing strong warriors.

As the day progressed and the greedy wind brought with it the cumbersome and oaf-like clouds, Ares could feel the wind chill plummet. A nip had accompanied the rolling, grey puff balls that clung to the heavens like statically charged wool onto a thresher, and that was indicative enough of the chance for a storm. Though steadfast, he was no idiot when it came to precipitation: it was bad news Beartics. This was the reason that he had chosen to walk today, to march through the wilderness of his homeland and seek out a temporary shelter. That was when it caught his eye: a distant glint.

Drakes are notorious for their unfortunate faults of being hoarders. Their trove usually consisted of both treasures and worthless items (usually more of the latter), and they were always attracted to things that sparkled and glinted. He was mesmerized - hypnotized, even - by the potential of obtaining a crowning jewel for his buried treasure. A new motivation drove him that day, and it was towards the source of that most peculiar and enchanting gleam! He would get there eventually, he hoped, and be able to pry the gem from whatever rock-mold held it tight.

Little did he know, however, that this object was already in possession of another.

(Energy: 23)
(Ares lives here)

The tyrunt was left to ponder the thought of beginning an empire. A kingdom was no kingdom without someone to rule it, she already had that down. She had nobody to rule though, she knew that she needed subjects. Knights were the biggest need, she needed strong pokemon to obey her and defend her kingdom, she also needed pokemon to live in her kingdom, but surely pokemon would come and live in her kingdom over time!

She looked back to her pitiful shelter, wondering what would be the best to do at that moment. The tyrunt's inner question was answered as a drop of rain tickled her nose. The royal heir pokemon blinked and looked up to see more rain drops rushing towards the earth as if eager to reach the ground in a race of who would hit the ground the fastest. The tyrunt unleashed a small hissing sound at the sky and retreated under her shelter. She did not loathe the rain, just the timing it had.

The stone gave her shelter from the rain, her glinting amulet fading as the last of the sunlight was sucked away by the clouds. The tyrunt began to wonder if the rain would be heavy and last a while, she did not have the time to check for any mudslides or rock slides that might occur, and she certainly was not about to go out in the rain to check.

She merely gave a sigh and took a seat in her shelter, waiting for the storm to end or something to begin, whichever came first.

The Charmander clambered over stones in a cumbersome fashion as he followed the gleam of a mysterious jewel. His short, stubby legs were not as useful or graceful for bounding over these series of rocks like a rugged, hardened Gogoat mountaineer - for evolution had predetermined that his race was best suited to wading through lava rapids and slow moving magma - but provided enough utility to allow him to get over them after great strain. The occasional stray, dry vine, which had claimed boulders long ago, would attempt to snare his feet and bring him down, but agility had proven apart of his rigorous training that he had not neglected. Should his foot get trapped in the gnarled roots and stems, a swift Ember would cause the plant to recede and blacken, freeing him and allowing him to progress.

Such was the way of one's life here. Nature, ranging from fauna to foliage, would always attempt to hinder one's journey or drag a Pokemon to their untimely demise. Truly rugged or aspiring mountaineers were the sole ones who would truly prosper in such a situation. As Ares was the latter of those two options, he was still slightly unaccustomed to the way in which creatures gracefully bound over obstacles or knocked them aside with a quick smack with their tails, head, or appendages. Such idle behavior was something he admired and wished to be able to do! A lazy swat clearing a boulder? An aloof headbutt sending a pile of rubble tumbling? This was the true aspiration of any powerful creature.

He would eventually climb his way to the top, eyeing up the occasional sparse vegetation with wariness before ascending to the level it was on. The wind howled and aimed to mock him by pushing him from his clutch, to uproot him like it had so easily the piles of snow that lingered upon the tops of the brown mountains, but failed. They had been made too lazy and weak by their playfulness with easy quarry, and what was a powerful gust to them was but a mere pat upon the Charmander's body. It was angered and howled in blind fury, and promptly summoned forth rain to pepper the ground in thick, heavy droplets. This was something he absolutely despised - the one thing of mountain living he hated.

Rain.

His climb continued, and eventually the top was reached. Ares's claws, curled and sharp, dug into the loose soil that clung to the damp rock and hauled himself up. There was a rock pile nearby that could act as shelter. A pant was given, satisfaction bubbling his stomach as his feet made contact with the level's surface - only for it to turn into a huff and growl of frustration when his treasure had disappeared! He was sure it was here! Where had it gone?

The small but large jawed reptile's large head tilted, a brow raising in a questioning look, as another reptile climbed up from some nearby rocks. It was orange with a pale belly, short stubby legs along with stubby arms gave it a more lizard like look than her. Its tail seemed to be on fire, but its tail also seemed to not be actually burning. It seemed to be looking for something, and seemed to be frustrated as a growl emitted from it that she could just barely hear.

The tyrunt did not know it, but this was a charmander. She had seen a Charizard before in her old kingdom, it was their message carrier for the land, and he had died being shot with a critical Thunder attack by a gang of rogues when he was sending a message of help to the kingdom from a patrol of knights. The charizard had managed to make it to the kingdom, but did not live long enough to read the message out loud or even announce he was there. The tyrunt did not know the charizard personally, so no feelings of remorse were felt towards the deceased hero. She was only able to make a connection through the flaming tail, but she still did not know this species of pokemon's name, and assumed that this pokemon would become something similar to that carrier.

"Hey, you!" she called out to the fellow reptile, "Looking for something?" A flying pokemon would be an excellent carrier of messages, sure this...lizard thing...couldn't fly now, but the similarities with the charizard told her that it would evolve eventually. It seemed like it would be best to make this pokemon her subject now, and gain the profits later. She would first try her mother's tactic of gaining respect, kindness, since usually when she used her father's tactic first pokemon would never be as responsive to her no matter how much she tried to make it up to them.

The heavy globs of rainwater that splattered against his face were not enough to cool the heated disposition that was now bubbling within his gullet. As his body's temperature increased from the frustration that raged within him like a flood of bitter, raging waters, a faintly visible steam came off of him. This was not a normal effect, but rather a physical reaction that occurred as cold water made contact with superheated scales. It was nothing too extraordinary, but a mere observation that could be spotted should one look closely enough at his orange skin. This sensation occurred rarely - as anger and frustration were rarely emotions he experienced when it rained as fervently and unyieldingly as it did now - but was nothing in comparison to the steam that fumed forth from his tail. The flame burned passionately and with great heat, the very center tinged with wisps of blue as an indicator to its temperature. A phenomena like this was common, simply because a Charmander was not always able to cover their flame during the rain; it would let off steam and remain true to the species's hardiness by refusing to peter off or weaken.

There was a moment of dejection that he felt as he came to acknowledge and realize the fact that his crowning jewel could have been a far off star or a trick of the light of the sun. His shovel-like jaw - square and tough - assisted in tipping his cranium up towards the heavens as frustration eventually faded into the coolness of regret and sadness. He was convinced, or willing to convince, himself that the gleaming jewel had existed and was merely snatched up before he could get his claws around it. This was the thought that deeply saddened him, and made him feel more at home in the downpour than in the potential shelter. Just as the water sighed as it was relieved of its mortal shackles and slipped into the sweet abyss that was steam, Ares would allow his jaws to allow an exhale to slip forth. Water plopped onto his face and gushed down the side of his chiseled features. Sadness was best felt in the miserable conditions of rain.

Then came a distraction. A feminine voice filled with confidence beckoned him forth from the slippery slope of despair and back into the reality that was him standing out in the rain envisioning himself in some far off place. The drake allowed his skull to tip back to its regular height so that it might twist in the direction of the reptilian that now addressed him. A question - an innocent and well deserved inquiry - was raised, and Ares could not help but allow his voice to respond in turn, "Shelter." It was a simple response, but it was in reply to a simple question. "That's all." A solemn and dour expression came over his features as he gazed towards the mystery lizard, attempting to identify the creature's species.

Enzu carefully walked along the rocks that made up the current area of the Black Spear Mountain Range. He was getting weary from his long travels back into the mountains. After returning to Grassveil with Akuroma a few days ago, Enzu had decided to attempt another expedition into the mountains after his first journey ended it what could possibly be considered a failure. Enzu hadn’t found the Joy Ribbon that he had traveled there for, and he hadn’t even found any items of high value or anything that he could use in the long term. It was because of this that Enzu had decided to attempt climbing the mountains again.

This time though Enzu went to climb the mountains on his own, and without Akuroma as a traveling companion. His reasoning behind this decision was that he wanted to do more personal training and gain less help from a psychic type. Even though Enzu did not want to travel with Akuroma this time, he was still grateful for the Ralts' help on his previous journey. But Enzu believed that if he trained too much with Akuroma then he would become too reliable on him and that would cause Enzu to become weaker and more reliant than he needed to be.

As Enzu continued to attempt to climb the mountain he looked up and ahead in the direction that he was traveling. His view was filled with tall spires of black rock the shot forward and pierced the clouds. The peaks on the mountains stretched so far into the sky that they were all covered by the clouds that aided in blocking the sun light in the area. As Enzu continued traveling on his path he could hear the sound of thunder coming from the sky above him. As he heard the thunder Enzu knew that he should be expecting rain, and as he thought about the oncoming rain he also thought to himself,  "The gods are not happy today." As soon as this thought crossed Enzu's mind the rain began to fall in large drops.

Enzu did not even try to use his hands to cover himself from the rain, it was falling for to hard for him to even attempt to keep his sight high. The rain actually empowered Enzu to keep moving even more, even though he was weary from his long travel to the mountains he needed to muster up the energy to find some sort of shelter from the rain. Because attempting to travel up a mountain as steep as the ones in this Mountain Range is extremely dangerous since there was a higher risk of either a land or mudslide. So Enzu kept on moving through the rain in an attempt to find some form of shelter so that he could wait out the rain storm.

((Energy: 5 ))
((Enzu DOES NOT live here))

"Shelter," the lizard had spoken, "That is all."

The seemingly sad scene only sparked further curiosity in the tyrunt rather than pity. The tyrunt waited a bit, as if rethinking her decision as she double checked her decision to try and recruit the charmander with friendliness, before saying, "Come in here, its cold, dark, and boring but its dry in here," her voice a little more demanding than inviting due to her belief in her superiority. The small rex gave a huff in annoyance at how she was unable to put something into the temporary meant to be permanent shelter to entertain herself. She could have at least put a boulder to kick around or try to break inside!

The ground was dry inside, and the warmth of the charmander's flame might be trapped within the stone walls and expel the cold to the outside, which was another bonus for befriending, or in the tyrunt's terms recruiting as a subject. She corrected her head so that it tilted no more, causing her amulet to reflect on the charmander's blazing tail flame, which surprisingly had not gone out already due to the rain and the charmander's need to keep the flame alight or else meet their demise, slightly.

Plop.

Plop.

Plop.

The heavy, thick droplets of water that peppered his face with the consistency of a chef attempting to drown out a soup's bland flavor and uneven texture with coarse salt granules. The rain splattered against his face and traveled along the rough, lined edges of the scales that covered his body in a protective armor before evaporating rapidly. The few moments that the rainwater existed upon his superheated body made him feel moist and wet, which, at the rate in which the water bombarded his body, allowed for a constant message of dampness to be conveyed by his nerves. He did not shiver, he did not quake: nature had blessed him with an internal heating device that always kept him snuggly warm.

As the vapor trailed from his body and his flame burned ever proudly, Ares would allow his ears to register the sound waves that traveled swiftly over and identify their meaning. Her words - in particular, her tone - were lacking the usual friendliness and well-meaning kindness to them that he usually heard from the Pokemon that he had encounter over his travels. His stature would not change, which was generally associated with a general unfazeable aloofness. Within the skull of this Charmander, however, his brain was attempting to put two and two together about what was about to go down.

It was evident that this female owned a rather disheveled and haphazard heap of rocks that acted as shelter, and it was his end goal to at least be out of the rain in order to avoid the off chance of lightning and thunder. Though there had been a lack of loud claps associated with thunder, it could be far off in some other distant land. His experience with lightning had been limited, but said encounter with lightning had illuminated the fact that it could travel as a sphere or even sideways. That bolt of energy, which crackled against the sky like pop rocks in one's mouth, could unravel against the dark grey blanket that was the sky and strike anything it felt like. Such power and lack of discrimination was enviable.

"Thank you," came the gentlemanly side of his personae.

Ares would step forward towards his new hostess and her domain with little discernible gingerness. His movements and gait, fluid and graceful, did not reveal the great caution that was pumping through his veins from the foreboding warning of his brain; the best way to intimidate a potential threat was to act as if they were not a threat. His step over the rock heap's threshold was lacking the momentous and grander that many might believe would occur. His feet would trail to a stop as soon as this sanctuary was penetrated and afford the interior a satisfied look.

At least it was dry in here.

Enzu's ears were filled with two distinct sounds that he had gotten very used to during all of his travels. The first, and louder, of the two sounds was that of the rain hammering down on the rocks that Enzu was walking across. The sound had been his companion on many of his travels around the world. The second sound was that of the rain landing on Enzu's metal body, this sound always accompanied Enzu whenever it rained. Even when the sound it made with the ground changed with the terrain, the sound of rain on Enzu's body never changed.

The terrain that Enzu was travelling on changed from solid ground into mostly large rocks that were able to stay together. This new type of terrain made it more difficult for Enzu to walk on because he need to watch his step in between each stone, and the wet ground made it difficult for him to keep his balance. And the sudden change in terrain only further enforced Enzu's current thought. He needed to find some form of shelter, and preferably one that was not inhabited by any feral pokemon.

As Enzu continued to slowly made his way along the rocks, he looked ahead and noticed what seemed to be light from a fire up ahead. Enzu knew that if there was a fire then it meant that there was shelter to cover it. However, there might be feral pokemon that are using the fire. Even though Enzu wanted to avoid facing feral pokemon in the rain, he might have to do just that in order to gain access to their shelter. Enzu decided to travel carefully towards the shelter and to prepare for a possible confrontation.

Victoria was pleased to see the other pokemon obey her words, he had even said "Thank you"! The tyrunt was please to see that the charmander was not one of the idiots that attacked her at random that usually lived around this area. She was a princess for crying out loud! These peasants should be protecting her not attacking her, unless they were meaning to kidnap her, then it would seem more reasonable. All that seemed to occur though was the pokemon trying to show off their strength in a test to see who was stronger.

Victoria did not often win those competitions around here, she usually took to the side of the fleeing. The predators in this area were too dangerous for a young princess to show off her strength against. The prey, while plentiful, also took a liking to fighting back, but at least the tyrunt preffered apples and berries anyways despite her carnivorous species' backgrounds.

"My name is Victoria, Princess of a kingdom far away," the tyrunt decided to introduce herself. Pokemon in this area seemed to not be aware of her social status, so it was her duty to tell them of it, along with her name. Sooner or later, enough pokemon will have heard of her again that she wouldn't need to speak about her origins, and pokemon would already know her just by the looks of her!

Kat carried out 1 launched of one Black Spear Mountain :

((Energy 19, fear my roll!))

As soon as the opportunity presented itself, Ares would allow his dilated pupils to trail towards his new found host in order for a thorough investigation as to her species. He had traveled across many different species during his odyssey towards this land, and had encountered those who held different beliefs and originated from different cultures. The great variety that was represented in this land - whether they were of like mind or against his own opinions - was astounding. This place acted like a large melting pot in which centuries of isolation and social barriers came crashing down and were effectively effaced. The law of the land was survival in groups, which was indicative of the changing times. Kingdoms and clans were the future of maintaining and preserving one's existence, and joining into huge communities that penetrated these previously maintained curtains and veils - the very dividers of societies - was a necessity. It was a change that needed to occur.

Yet Ares was to be considered "conservative" when it came to such liberal topics as these. He believed in the effectiveness of isolation in honing the mind and body in order to become a deadly weapon in the game of war. While recent times were proving that these old methods were becoming less and less sufficient in training individuals to become a boon and not a bane or tax, he simply could not convince himself to willingly give up the life that one might describe as aligning with hermits. He enjoyed frequent encounters and even went out of his way sometimes to attempt to find positive and optimistic Pokemon to share the occasional adventure with; however, such permanent bonds of comradeship and friendship could not properly grow forth from his mind until he perceived himself as strong. He wanted to be a benefit to another and not be a hindrance, and likewise expected the same from others who he deemed worthy of receiving his esteem.

As his pupils twitched to and fro and took in her bipedal, stocky build, he could successfully identify her as a Tyrunt. The air in which she held herself seemed to accurately represent the general consensus that her kind viewed themselves with. Never before had he met or read about a prouder, nobler race; they were destined kings and queens. As she introduced herself and titled herself as a princess, Ares would allow the corner of his lips to twitch upwards slightly in an attempt to give a courteous, "friendly" smile. It was best to reciprocate such formalities in the best mannerism possible, even if one's disposition generally called for trust building exercises to come first.

"Ares," he would plainly introduce himself, allowing his smile to maintain its position, "sellsword from a land to the Far North." He maintained his clan's position in society even though he had long since abandoned it. There was something quite soothing about identifying one's self as a mercenary rather than a nomad or soul-searching wanderer: it meant less muggings.

Such formalities would have to wait, however, as it appeared that another had found shelter from the rain within this rock heap. A growl, feral and wild, rippled through the air as the sound of heavy footsteps made contact with the hard, rock floor. His head would shift so that he might look towards this intruder with aloof casualness in order to identify it: another Tyrunt? How quaint. He would muse such thoughts aloud to his hostess, for surely it was in bad form to punch something in the face without asking for permission, "I take it that this wanderer is considered an 'unfriendly'?"

As Enzu made his way closer to the light, he noticed another pokemon seemed to be traveling towards it from a different direction then Enzu. As Enzu saw the pokemon coming he slowed down his pace and watched the oncoming pokemon attentively. As he observed the pokemon he saw that it was a Tyrunt that made its way towards the shelter. If the pokemon entered the shelter with little to no trouble, then it meant that there was a good chance that the other pokemon within the shelter were feral as well and Enzu would have to find somewhere else. Once Enzu was close enough that he could watch the Tyrunt that was standing outside the shelter, but far enough away that he hopefully wouldn't be noticed. He stood down on one near and watched the entrance of the shelter.

Within the shelter Enzu made out two pokemon, a Charmander that was the source of the light he noticed earlier, and another Tyrunt. Enzu was not sure how these two would react to the Tyrunt that was approaching them, so he waited to see what developed. The fact that the Tyrunt that had just arrived seemed to growl at the other two pokemon indicated that they were not friends, but Enzu was not sure if this boded well for him or not.

Victoria blinked when she heard another growl, she turned to the outside to see a large gaping jaw appear in the room with a low growl. It was brown like her own, and the jaw seemed to be purple with a strange ooze, Poison Fang. The other tyrunt, a male judging from being a different size than Victoria, gave a vicious roar as its eyes were able to adjust and see the other tyrunt and the charmander.

The female dinosaur was surprised to see another of her kind in this area, and he did not look happy to see her here and making a camp site. Victoria decided to return the roar in attempt to scare him out, but the male tyrunt only seemed more wanting to battle. It rushed into the den faster than Victoria thought he would, and grabbed her hind leg before flinging her out into the rain.

The male turned towards the lizard with the flaming tail and gave another roar, as if giving the lizard a chance to leave by its own will before he attacked. The tyrunt's jaws were still oozing with poison, meaning he had not used the actual move on Victoria, and seemed to be saving it for what looked like would be a bigger threat.

Victoria screeched as she was easily flung back out into the rain and mud, her jaw making a good skid mark in the mud as she slid in it. The tyrunt struggled to get back up a bit due to the slippery ground and the lack of longer arms, but managed to get back up, she looked around, trying to get her surroundings to figure out where she was in comparison to the camp, and spotted a pawniard not far off.

"Great he has a friend!?" the princess growled in rage.

His aloof personae as he stared casually over his shoulder towards a hostile creature that openly displayed its aggression remained steadfast and ever prevalent as thick, purple slime bubbled forth from the small separations that existed between its fangs and gumline. No verbal command would be necessary for him to dispose of this presumed threat, for Ares was already beginning to calculate the battle within his mind's eye. Movements, counter-attacks, assaults: all foreseeable caveats were played and rehearsed within moments of affirmation of a target. It was surprising that such advanced strategical planning could course through the individual lobes of his brain after such a minute amount of time of attempting such a skill. This journey had done him wonders, particularly when one considered how he was initially unable to predict and respond to an opponent's actions. He had relied solely upon brute force and sheer ferocity to conquer living, breathing obstacles. My, how he had grown and transformed!

The other Tyrunt's aggressive movements towards his gracious host were enough to sanctify and bless a swift defeat for this tyrannical brute. When it had initially charged, Ares had instinctively adjusted his stance in case it had decided he was its primary target; however, this proved to be a mere preemptive stance change as the intruder rushed Victoria. Smoke puffed forth from the Charmander's nostrils as his newest adversary opened his jaws to unleash a deafening roar, allowing him to exhale unnecessary aggravation so that he might remain level-headed and contemplative. While intimidation might have been a worthy tactic upon another battlefield, Ares was willing to match uncontrolled and raging brutality with conniving and cunning brutality upon this occasion. Another, more voluptuous plume of dark, grey smoke was exhaled, stuttering for just a moment before a steady stream poured forth unyieldingly from his slitted nostrils. This was a sure sign of a SmokeScreen attack, and soon the Charmander's entirety would disappear behind thick, ash cloud curtains. Its density was comparable to that of smoke stacks produced from Industrial Era chimneys, allowing him to slip away into obscurity.

While some might be uncomfortable with dense, hot smoke consuming up the air space available within that rock hut, he proved to be opposite. Some stealthy creatures might remain in the safe shroud of leaves, while others would lurk in the shadows until an unwitting quarry presented their weak spot; smoke and steam provided the ultimate cover for the Charmander. His tail would cause leaves to be set ablaze and enemies to spot him in the shadows. Smoke was where he was truly able to disappear, for ash-laced air could smother or conceal even the proudest and brightest of flames. In the interim of Victoria rallying herself to enter the fray once again and her discovery of another stranger, Ares was gracefully maneuvering through his SmokeScreen in order to locate his opponent.

Silent as a shadow, he would locate the Tyrunt wherever it might be located and attempt to blast it with a Dragon Pulse attack. Naturally, the direction in which the powerful sphere of condensed Dragon-type energy would reveal the route in which his enemy would have to travel in order to locate him. Once his attack proved to either be successful or unsuccessful, he would slip back into his condensed smoke cloud in order to continue his strategic dance.