A Tour Through Town

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It hadn't been long since Jet's last visit to the town. Of course he hadn't been in and around the town for very long either. The town looked just the same as it had earlier when he had left it: peaceful, sunny with clear weather, and happy Pokémon going about their usual day-to-day activities in the streets. Whether they were going shopping at one of the many stores or simply wandering the town for relaxation's sake was difficult to tell at a glance, but Jet found it rather amusing to occasionally watch a pedestrian and try to guess just what it was that they were out and about for. However, he would not be so easily distracted this time. Not when he had a responsibility to uphold; a promise to keep.

Not even five minutes ago, Jet and his new acquaintance, Avery the Croagunk, had been battling it out in the Small Pond just outside of town. It had not been a serious battle, but more of a simple, practical sparring match between the two on Jet's provocation. The result of the battle had been more than decisive, leading Jet to a quick, and admittedly rather painful, defeat. Not that he had really expected anything more of himself...not when he could not gain any additional information on his opponent before the battle had begun. But even so, it had proven to be a valuable learning experience and he had even made another friend in Avery that he felt comfortable with. In exchange for the somewhat quick bout, Jet had promised Avery that he would try his best to be a decent guide for the Croagunk and show him around Grassveil. And that was what had led the Buizel back to the town.

Jet and Avery had started to make their way through town, headed toward the north side where the Guild was located. That was their end destination, since that's where the Croagunk ultimately wanted to end up. With any luck, they might even run into Lee, Jet's current teammate, on the way there. The walk was rather tough going for Jet, however. He still felt the leftover dull aches and pains from getting beaten down by the Croagunk's barrage of attacks. He even had to take a quick breather once as they travelled to keep himself from falling over in his exhaustion. He had just stopped in front of the large police station and started vaguely describing it while he rested. He simply assumed that Avery knew what a police station was and what it was for, so he skimmed over the topic. The one thing he made sure to mention, however, was that the police station was where the town's public outlaw notice board was available. He had taken note of this rather quickly upon his arrival, since he mostly wanted to help stop bullies and criminals as his motivation for getting stronger.

However, the first spot of interest that Jet really took to was the Springfall Dojo. They presently stood just outside of the gates of the Dojo. He had come by not too long ago too see what kind of training regimen could be offered here.

"This here is the Springfall Dojo," Jet said with clear enthusiasm as he led the two of them to the gates. As he had shown Avery around the town, his timidity had started to disappear. He had started to grow more comfortable with the Croagunk and thus felt less awkward around him. "This was one of the first places to catch my attention, Avery. The whole place is run by a single Oshawott. Not only can she help train you, but she can also teach you new moves and even runs a Technical Machine store on the side. I've been thinking about coming here for training someday. Unfortunately, I think she only trains each Pokémon individually, so it's rather slow-going." He then looked at the Croagunk for the first time in a while. "What d'you think, Avery?" he asked.

The Charmander was utterly defenseless against the Croagunk's next attack. He felt the Croagunk's hand get jabbed into his throat and he coughed, cluthing at his neck and stumbling a couple of steps away. It was all he could do to keep himself from falling over. He was clearly winded from the impact, not able to do a whole lot from his position. The longer he fought, the more outmatched he seemed to be. But all he would need is one good attack and this guy would be toast. That was all he needed. One solid hit...he was sure of it.

With that thought in his mind, with it being his driving force, he hoped to catch his opponent off-guard by rushing forward despite his lack of a full recovery from the previous attack. However, this was no ordinary rushing attempt...instead, his entire body became coated in a crimson flame. His entire body became engulfed in a raging inferno as he charged at a very impressive speed compared to what he had done earlier. And by attacking so quickly, only mere moments after Avery had managed to jump away and land on his feet, he hoped that he would catch the Croagunk before he could mount an attempt at evasion.

The Charmander rushed forward, trying to slam his shoulder into the Croagunk with a powerful Flare Blitz attack.

Jet's eyes widened as he saw the Charmander rush forward. He recognized the attack immediately. It was one of the most powerful moves in a Fire-type Pokémon's arsenal. If Avery got hit by that, it would likely do some serious damage. "Avery, look out!" he called out fearfully, hoping against hope that his words alone would be enough to get Avery to evade the attack if he couldn't by himself. But still, how could this Charmander know such a powerful move? That wasn't a move a Charmander could perform other than- and then it hit him. This must have been something he had not earned himself but inherited from his parents...that was the only reasonable explanation here. He just hoped that Avery would be able to deal with this....

Avery's eyes widened in shock as he saw the pillar of fire surround the Charmander in its dash. The hybrid had no idea what the attack was, nor what it would do if it hit but he had no intention of finding out. The moment his feet touched the ground once more, Avery focused all of the strength he could gather into the limbs before jumping over the flaring missile that was coming at him. He could just feel the heat of the move as it passed under him, the flames mere inches away from his body.

As he touched the ground once more, Avery wiped the sweat that had gathered on his face away before he looked at the Charmander. 'Close. Too close. If that had hit I'd be out of the fight. Here's hoping he can't afford to keep using that move over and over. But just to be certain.' At his last thought, Avery started gathering a small amount of energy in his right fist though not without subtly hiding the appendage from the Charmander. 'Well then, show me what else you can do.' The fight was starting to get enjoyable to Avery, the thought of battling such a promising opponent making him forget some of his former irritation at the Charmander's attitude.

The Charmander was surprised as Avery was able to avoid his attack so well. He landed on the ground and quickly spun back around to look at where the Croagunk had landed. So far, it had only been his opponent that had managed to land a hit...he would have to fix that very soon. And he was fairly certain he had just the right kind of trick up his sleeve to do it. He allowed a smirk to cross his face. He still said nothing, as his throat was still aching from his opponent's jab. But he was more than able to use his newest move. And hopefully, it would be just what he needed to strike the Croagunk with a direct hit of some kind.

The Charmander then opened his mouth, and a cloud of black smoke began to pour forth from his mouth, filling the air around the two fighters in a thick cloud that was difficult to see through. The Smokescreen attack clearly indicated how experienced and strong this Charmander was...he had clearly grown rather strong in his time...at least compared to Jet, the last opponent Avery had battled.

Jet wasn't sure what to think at this point. He had let out a small sigh of relief when Avery was able to successfully evade the Flare Blitz attack. But now that the air was thick with smoke, he couldn't see either of the fighters involved in the battle. But due to the nature of a smokescreen attack, it was likely that the Charmander's vision was not as obscured by the attack as Avery's was. What was going to happen now...?

Avery's eyes narrowed a fraction of an inch when he saw the Charmander open its jaws. It seemed his jab to the throat hadn't dealt the necessary damage that would discourage the opponent from using its throat. As he narrowed his eyes, Avery was already jumping backwards to evade the possible fireballs, though he was slightly surprised when instead of fireballs the Charmander exhaled a large cloud of smoke. The lizard was experienced in using this screen of black fog as it even reached his new position. With his vision obscured by the smoke, Avery had no idea where his opponent was nor what the Pokémon would do.

'Let's see, it's safe to assume he can find his way in this smoke or he wouldn't have used it. That means that he could have already stepped out of it and is simply waiting for me to jump out.'i As the thought was formed in his mind, the Croagunk allowed a smirk to form on his face. This was truly starting to become an entertaining fight, and he started to feel adrenaline flowing through his body.

With his vision reduced to practically nothing, Avery decided to forgo his sense of sight by closing his eyes and concentrated on his other senses in order to pinpoint his opponent's location. Sound would tell him where the Charmander was while touch and smell could warn him from any incoming fire based attacks. In the meantime he allowed the energy in his fist to continue gathering, this way he would have a nasty surprise if the Charmander wanted to get close.

Once there was plenty of smoke surrounding both of the fighters, the Charmander closed his jaw again and ceased the flow of Smokescreen. This thickness would do plenty well. And now, he had to wait for just a moment. He didn't want to attack right away...he wanted to be able to catch his opponent by surprise by attacking at a time that was least expected. And then, an idea hatched in his mind. He had this fight in the palm of his hand...he just needed to make sure that he timed his next move perfectly.

His aching throat still pained him whenever he used attacks from his mouth...but it was well worth it, and he had definitely felt worse pain. So, the Charmander opened his mouth again and unleashed a barrage of fireballs from right where he was standing, not doing anything else to give away his location. Then, he hesitated just a moment after blasting his Ember attack...and then he followed it up. He started dashing forward through the thick smoke, his body starting to become surrounded by flames. He was able to see through his own Smokescreen well enough...so he watched the Croagunk's movements. If he somehow managed to jump out of the way of his Ember attack, he would be right on top of him with his powerful Flare Blitz, aiming for right where Avery would next touch down. If not, then he was a bout to get bowled over by both of his attacks...and there would be no doubt that he would emerge victorious in that scenario. In his mind...he had this fight won.

From the outside of the Smokescreen, the crowd was glancing around at one another, looking at the smoke worriedly. Jet in particular was frantic about whatever was going on in that cloud. Not even the glow of the fire attacks were visible from the outside...so he had no idea whether Avery was alright or not. Although he figured that he would probably hear any cries of pain from either party in the battle, so he assumed nothing had really happened...yet. But surely it would not be long before something came out of this....

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Avery kept waiting for any change in the smoke that surrounded him. His body was prepared to move with any possible change, be it either a sudden increase in heat or the sound of feet hitting the floor, in order to dodge or counter-attack. The longer he kept silent, the more he felt his respect for the Charmander increase. The fire type was proving itself to be capable of using its brain. Sadly for the fire breathing lizard, Avery had the patient of a saint, not all that hard when he had to listen to his elder's ranting, which could take hours depending on the elder's age.

The attacks came suddenly and without warning, just as he expected from this opponent. His first and only warning for the incoming balls of fire, was the increased heath in the air around him. As the heath only came from one direction, dodging them was no problem, he simply jumped upwards with enough force to jump out of the cloud of smoke. With his new point of view Avery was greeted to the sight of the battlefield, in which he did not see his opponent. He had no idea how long that would be the case, and thus Avery kept the energy in his hand right there, ready to increase and unleash its power.

The only thing of note that Avery could see was that the crowd had not moved, at all. No one seemed to have gotten closer, nor did they look inclined to do so. In other circumstances, where he wasn't the one getting attacked, he would have followed their example. In fact he would have walked away as the scuffle wouldn't have been his problem. But being the one who WAS under attack, he couldn't help but be a bit biased. The lack of help also informed the Croagunk that either every single Team from the Guild was occupied, which he doubted, or they were simply interested in the way this battle was turning out. It did not give Avery a good first impression of the Town's inhabitants.

There he was. The Croagunk's movement was just as planned. The strong fighter had jumped into the air and was now coming right back down...and he was about to fall straight into his trap. In the air, he had very few dodging capabilities. And so, this was just where the Charmander wanted his opponent. No more jumping around...he was stuck where he was going to land. And so, after just a moment of mental calculating with his opponent's momentum, he figured out exactly where his opponent was about to land. Without further ado, he began charging forward. As he charged, he started summoning the familiar flames. As he approached the edge of the smoke cloud, the glow became visible...and he suddenly explosively burst from the smoke cloud, the flames around him more than visible. He rushed through the air, and struck at right where the Croagunk was about to touch down...but he aimed slightly upward so that he could strike before Avery's foot even touched the ground, eliminating what he viewed as the only out to his attack...his powerful Flare Blitz.

He had picked the perfect target. This guy was really putting up a fight...and he was starting to love every second of it.

Jet's eyes went wide when he saw the glow in the cloud of smoke. He knew immediately what was going to happen. "A-Avery, watch out for his...!" But by the time the words had escaped his mouth, the attack was already revealed. Jet searched his mind for Avery to evade the attack...but his momentum was already decided, right? So then was there any possible way to do it...? He gulped silently and simply watched...although it was hard to watch his opponent get stuck in a fight like this. H-he did want to help, but...but could he even be of any help? He wasn't exactly the strongest fighter present....

Avery did not look surprised when he saw the flame surrounded Charmander dash out of the smoke right at him. Avery knew that the blind shots could have been a preparation for a trap. But the hybrid had hoped he would have had more time to land and take charge of the situation once more. Instead of feeling fear, the Toxic Mouth Pokémon felt excitement course through his body. Felt adrenaline pump his senses to their limit. Wanted to continue this deadly dance that one called 'battling'. But he knew, that as much as he wanted to continue the dance, he also wanted to finish this quickly. He had other things to do, better things to do.

Thus as he watched the Lizard Pokémon get closer, Avery decided to retaliate with just as much force. He waited until he was certain that the Fire type could no longer change its direction, before he forcefully gathered energy in his right hand. Just as the Charmander's skull entered Avery's range, did the Poison/Fighting hybrid leash out, releasing all the pent up energy from his Drain Punch straight at the Charmander's Flare Blitz, in the hope of lessening the damage; dealing some damage and to receive some health from the Fire type that he will need afterwards.

Avery's Drain Punch landed directly into the Flare Blitz as planned. But the Charmander simply smirked. He felt the punch well enough, and he felt some of his energy start to drain into his adversary...but at the same time, he knew that he had the best possible advantage. Especially if his foe had the Dry Skin ability, which he suspected might be the case due to his preference to dodging his moves completely and keeping his distance from his flames rather than trying to block and counter any of them, like many Fighting-type Pokémon would prefer to do. Not only was his Flare Blitz the vastly superior move in terms of damage output, but if his opponent was weak to Fire-type attacks on top of that, the damage that was lessened and the healing done would be miniscule compared to the damage that he was about to deal.

The Charmander barreled straight through the Drain Punch and slammed into his body, barely losing any of his momentum. He charged straight through the attack and his body slammed into his foe's, exploding on impact. He himself was also caught up in the explosion, but he didn't care. The recoil damage, as well as the damage from that Drain Punch, was likely small compared to what he had just managed to pull off. He was thrown back by the explosion, but managed to flip in the air and land on his two feet, a grin wide on his face. This expression soon shifted to a pained look as the recoil damage caught up to him and, for a moment, he nearly sank onto one of his knees. But he managed to stay standing and he looked at the Croagunk before him, ready to see what kind of damage he had dealt.

Jet's eyes widened with shock as his opponent's Flare Blitz combination attack had been a complete success. "A-AVERY!" he cried aloud, worried about his friend's well-being in the aftermath of that explosion. It probably would not have been so bad if Avery did not take quite a bit of extra damage from Fire-type moves. And since Flare Blitz was already an extremely powerful move...well, he had reasons to be concerned.

'Well,' Avery thought as his fist met the flames. He knew the chance of making a stalemate was small. What with the power coming out of the attack, together with his vulnerable skin. But he had not thought the difference in attack would be this big. 'I'm going to feel this tomorrow.'

With that thought, Avery's Drain Punch was shoved out of the way and his body was wide open for the incoming Flare Blitz. He gritted his teeth as the flames surrounded his body, licked his skin and caused his immeasurable damage. But the longer he kept contact with the flames, the intenser the pain became. Until he could no longer keep his mouth shut and released a pain filled cry as he shot backwards due to the attack's force. "GAAAAAH!"

His cry was only cut off as his body slammed into the ground. He was not given the sweet satisfaction of unconsciousness though, and stayed awake as his body flared in pain. Wanting to at the very least dim the flames, the hybrid started rolling over the floor, putting the flames out little by little. When the last flicker disappeared, Avery breathed heavily in and out, his throat hoarse from the screaming. 'Note to... self... Learn... Water attack...' As he lay there on his back, Avery contemplated his next action and decided to simply continue. He had been at it for this long, he might as well enjoy the whole thing.

Pushing himself up with trembling arms, Avery stood up to face his adversary with a pained look on his face. But instead of despair, a smile could be seen on his face. Taking a few more deep breaths, the Croagunk took a fighting stance. Even with the burns littering his body, and even with the blackened skin where the Flare Blitz struck, the Poison/Fighting type was still raring to go.

"Ready... for round... two?" He couldn't help himself but ask cheekily, the adrenaline filled his body with want for more.

Jet's eyes widened with shock and fear when Avery was struck by the attack. He quickly reached up and tried to block out the Croagunk's screams of pain with his paws, but he just couldn't. Avery was getting seriously hurt out there...!

The Charmander grinned widely as he saw and heard the Croagunk fall victim to his powerful Flare Blitz attack. "Gotcha!" he exclaimed, pumping his fist into the air. "This fight is mine!" He then began to step toward Avery, who was currently rolling himself on the ground, trying to put out additional flames. Undoubtedly, his foe was going to suffer from a Burn of some kind. Unless he was just that lucky of course. Soon, the rolling and struggling had stopped and the Croagunk simply lay there on the ground on his back; the perfect victim or him. But he stopped shortly after this. His foe was actually managing to force himself to stand back up again. His eyes widened at the sight. "H-how could you still be...?" he murmured in surprise. But then, he saw the look on his opponent's face. A smile of determination. It was clear that this Croagunk was still enjoying the battle, despite the burns he had suffered from his powerful move.

The sight caused the Charmander to smirk back at him. "Heheh...hahaha!" he suddenly cried out, bursting into laughter. "Oh man, I  never expected you to put up such a great fight!" His smirk then turned into a grin. "I haven't had this much fun in a fight for some time. You would make a fantastic rival. You bet I'm ready for round two...as long as you don't plan to hold back just because you're hurting like that." And so, he crouched down slightly, ready to continue the fight.

But something else happened before the Charmander could make his next move. An orange and cream-colored furred figure stepped between the two. "N-no, you can...you can leave my friend alone...!" Jet called over at the Charmander. "Y...you'll just have to go through me if you want to beat him...!" And with that, he raised his arms as though he were creating a fake barricade of some kind between the Charmander and Avery.

The Charmander raised a brow as the Buizel stepped in. "...Geez, runt, get lost." he muttered. "We were enjoying a good fight here. Don't get in my way or you're going to feel the pain even worse than he is," He growled in annoyance. It was clear that he was trying to intimidate Jet to stand down so that he could finish the fight one on one.

"N-no way!" Jet called back across the field, although Avery would be able to see him shaking slightly. The Buizel then looked behind him at the Croagunk. "A-Avery, I...I'm sorry I took so long. I...I should have been here to help you sooner, I just...I just froze. But I knew that I couldn't just let you keep getting hurt like this. So I...I want to fight with you. I-I might not be strong enough yet to make much of a difference, b-but I...I know that there is something I should be able to do...!"

Hidon spat on the ground. "Bah. How sweet." he muttered. "Whatever. I'll just have to beat you down too. Consider yourself my new victim." By the time Jet turned to look back at him, he was already charging forward. As he charged, he opened his mouth and unleashed a barrage of fireballs using his Ember attack.

Jet would have been able to avoid the attack easily enough...but he came to a realization. he was pinned to the Croagunk behind him. If he moved, Avery might get hurt. He wasn't sure if the Croagunk would be able to dodge as easily as before, so he couldn't take the risk. And so, he crossed his arms in front of him and simply took the hit. He flinched slightly as the flames struck his arms, but he bit his lip and prevented a pained noise from escaping him.

Unfortuntely, that had only been part one of his attack. The Charmander had merely used the Ember as a distraction. When he got up close, he clenched a fist and swung it as hard as he could, decking Jet right across the Water-type Pokémon's face. "Hmph...and stay down," he muttered.

Jet let out a grunt of pain from the impact and was knocked to the side easily enough, stumbling and falling onto his back. But he wasn't done. Not by a longshot. "N-not as long as you continue to threaten hurting Avery...!"

Avery leant on the balls of his feet, ready to evade any possible attack. His muscles tensed; his eyes focused and his hearing picked up, all to increase his chances to end this fight in his victory. Just as he was about to dash forward, something blocked his way. Or better yet, someone. The hybrid had to blink a few times to make sure that what he saw, was no result of a concussion. Nasty, little buggers those are. It was true, the Buizel decided to interfere with the fight. Avery did not know what to think of his action. On one hand, Avery was truly starting to get into the fight, almost losing himself in the adrenaline. On the other hand, Avery did have better things to do and fighting an unknown did not belong in his 'to-do' list.

Avery watched as Jet attempted to stand up for him. While the sentiment was good and well, Avery couldn't help but believe that he came a tit bit too late. Where was he in the beginning of the fight? He couldn't have been that scared of someone he had a clear type advantage to, could he? Whatever the reason, Avery would not trust his back completely to the Water type any time soon. The orange furred Pokémon would have to gain a lot more confidence in itself before Avery would feel completely safe with him.

The hybrid had to agree with the Charmander that Jet's speech was a bit too... cheesy. He also found that the speech had a better place AFTER the Fire type was taken care of. Hearing the tell-tale sign of an incoming fireball, Avery made himself ready to dodge. One thing stopped him though. The fact that Jet hadn't moved. At all! Grunting in pain, Avery took hold of the Water type just as he jumped to the side, taking both of them out of the fire's path. The hybrid landed clumsily, what with an extra weight and injuries. Pushing himself up again, the Toxic Mouth Pokémon put itself in a battle stance once more before addressing Jet.

"Let's make... something... clear... We can cure... your lack of... decision making... later... I have a... fire breathing... lizard... to take down... For Arceus' sake... if you plan to stand up to him... please don't just stand there waiting... for the hit..." With his piece said, Avery focused back on the Charmander, ignoring the burn marks that got created when they dodged the Fire type's last attack as much as possible.

Jet's eyes widened slightly as he felt something grab him from behind. The Buizel recognized the Croagunk's grip and he was dragged onto his side easily enough, saved from not only the fireball but the Charmander's follow up attack as well. Before he even had the opportunity to adjust himself and reaffirm his placement on the battlefield, Avery was already back on his feet, resuming his battle stance. Jet couldn't help but have high admiration for his new companion's tenacity and overall ability to simply jump right back into the fray as quickly as he did, despite how injured he clearly was. He looked up at him in awe. He had more than impressed him before, of course; but this was something else. The only thing that snapped him out of his trance-like stare was Avery's next words, to which he allowed a small blush of embarrassment to come across his face. He shouldn't have worried about Avery so much. Avery was obviously still raring to fight. He had to be the same, or else he would never be of any use to him.

With that thought on his mind, the Buizel quickly pushed himself back to his feet again and stood beside Avery, ready to stay in the fight this time and NOT hold him back.

The Charmander's tactics were foiled by none other than the Croagunk himself. The fire lizard clicked his tongue, betraying his not-so-hidden impatience and frustration. He was quick to take a couple of steps backward, however, as he watched the Croagunk save the Buizel from taking any current damage. "Tch..." he muttered in his annoyed tone. "Geez, you could at least let the runt take the fall he deserved. If he can't fend for himself, there's no point in protecting him. Only a strong Pokémon should bother trying to be something in a fight. Otherwise he should've just stayed out of this entirely." The Charmander allowed a smirk to cross his face at that. "If he can't fight me, then what good is he to you? He might have an advantage, but if he can't use it, then he may as well just stand there and let me punch him as much as I want."

Jet frowned at the Charmander's words. He had to admit, the fire lizard definitely had a point. If he couldn't utilize his attacks well in this fight, he may as well just give up and let Avery fight this battle by himself after all. But he couldn't just do that. After all, he had already resolved to NOT being a coward and to help his friend as much as he could. But what could he do? His battling skills were nowhere near on par with Avery's, and this Charmander seemed just as tough as he was. There was no way he would be able to fight on their level, even with his type advantage. He had to wrack his brain and try to figure out some kind of strategy he could utilize to help Avery win this fight. There had to be some benefit, other than physical combat, that could be utilized here. Perhaps he could somehow play some kind of support role? He thought back to everything he knew about Avery, looking for anything he could use to complement him.

It was then that a thought struck him. The Buizel's eyes widened slightly. He didn't HAVE to fight directly to help the Croagunk out after all. He had just recalled their battle. Avery could use water in order to recover his strength and vitality. That water was something that he could provide for him! It was perfect!

Jet's expression quickly betrayed his ecstatic thoughts. A bright, excited smile crossed his face as he looked over at Avery. "Yes, I-I know you're right...but I just thought of a way I can really help you out! B-but...I need you to trust me. You can fight this Charmander as normal and not be as afraid of his fire as you were before. I-I may not be much of a direct fighter, but...but maybe I can help level the playing field for you, if not tilt it in your favor."

"Hey, what're you whispering about over there?" the Charmander asked, putting his claws to his waist and raising a brow at the Buizel. "You gonna fight or are you just whispering your last prayers before I knock you out?"

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Avery gave a strange look at Jet as the Buizel started talking. Trust him? Was he naive? Why would Avery trust him, at all? Jet had given Avery no reason for the hybrid to give his trust to the late comer. In fact, he had given ample reason for Avery to do everything BUT trust him. But the look in the Water type's eyes made Avery at least give him the benefit of the doubt, and thus the hybrid gave a hesitant nod at his companion's 'plan'. Shifting his eyes to the Fire type once more, Avery gave himself a mental check up and noted that he'd need a decent sleep and recovery after this little 'game' finishes.

As the Charmander finished his second question, Avery answered it by dashing as fast as his injured body could handle. Once up close, the hybrid would attempt a punch covered in energy to the lizard's face. But just before he'd hit, the Croagunk would pull his fist back and hit with a dark energy, covered leg to the lizard's right side. And as ordered, Avery held nothing back just as he had during the start of the fight.

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Jet did not hesitate this time. As Avery nodded to him, he smiled inwardly. He was not going to fail his companion this time. He was going to help him win. And so, he was ready as Avery charged forward, ready to strike the Charmander with what seemed to be his Drain Punch attack that had  been used on him earlier. The Buizel directed his attention away from the fight for a moment, choosing to instead look up at the sky. Now was his chance.... he could finally prove useful to his friends. As he brought his head upward, he fired a burst of water from his mouth, which rushed toward the sky, becoming lost from his sight in the blue sky.

The Charmander saw Avery rushing at him and smirked slightly. Once again, the Buizel was standing back, leaving the Croagunk to fight the fight alone. What a pathetic ally. He turned his focus to to the Croagunk again and readied himself. His enemy was pulling his fist back as some kind of weird energy began to form around it. He readied himself to dodge the attack and moved accordingly. The punch came toward the left side of his face, so he made to dodge to the right. However, that was exactly what the Croagunk had been expecting. His eyes widened as the Croagunk's leg slammed hard into his right side as he moved directly into the kick. "Urgh...!" the Charmander grunted from the impact. However, he was able to hold his ground this time. He showed off a smirk to his enemy and opened his mouth, unleashing a point-blank Ember attack.

Just as he Ember attack was unleashed however, he felt something hit the top of his head. Was that...rain? Suddenly, the Charmander realized that the sky had darkened and water was beginning to fall from the sky. It was raining. And unfortunately for him, that meant that his Ember attack would only be at half its usual strength.

Jet smiled as he saw the result of his attack. "Don't worry, Avery!" Jet called out with more confidence than he had ever exuded to the Croagunk before. "My Rain Dance should throw things right in your favor!"