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| shadowcat | Aug 4 2012, 01:55 PM Post #1 |
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"Get out." The words were so quiet but they held so much venom that it made his skin crawl to hear it. The aggression in his father's tensed muscles, the seriousness clouding his face. It was as if the room itself were vibrating with a tension that he would now have given his life to disperse. "Dad, please. Just sleep on it, or-" There was a throbbing in his skull. He knew this was it. If he didn't play these next few seconds exactly right, his whole life would be turned on its head; things would neve be the same again. As he trailed off, his dad straightened to his full height, which was almost exactly the same as Saxen's, but he somehow seemed taller. He hadn't shaved in a couple of days and he smoothed his shaking palm against scruffy chin. When he opened his mouth to speak, the words just hung there in the air, catching up with him slowly, the way that true pain takes a moment to feel. "You are no longer my son," he said, and if that wasn't bad enough, this man - this role model, best friend, tutor and mentor; this man who had taught him how to ride a bike and had held his hand on his first day of school - continued to speak. "I'm just glad your mother isn't alive to see what her son has become." Saxen swallowed, and then shook his head. "She would she have been proud that I-” "Proud my arse. Her son, who she died for, is a fag." The man shook his head and turned away. There was no more to be said. Saxen stepped backwards, paused, and then opened the door and left his home. He would never return. Sixteen years of closeness, and he had thought he could trust his father with his ultimate secret. He would not make that mistake again. * "So, what do you think?" Elliot had been speaking to him. Why did he always zone out when people spoke to him? "About what?" he asked thickly, then followed the other boy's finger to spot the group of boys who were walking away and laughing. "I asked you if you wanted to go talk to any of them, and you went all dopey on me." Elliot grinned, but they both knew what had happened. The same thing that happened every time Saxen was given the option of talking to attractive boys. He smiled back. "No," he said, "it's ok." They were still sitting by that lake, with the Poochyena snoozing, head and forepaw resting on Saxen's leg, and the Murkrow flitting from branch to branch, apparently unable to get comfortable. "Anyway," he added by way of changing the subject, "I'm starving." |
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| Sonny | Aug 5 2012, 09:48 AM Post #2 |
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While Elliot and Saxen were busy talking and remembering the past, the rest of the prong was moving on to life; on the lake, a magikarp and seaking started to jump around, aiming to feed on some of the insects flying over the water, paying no attention to the humans by the side. In fact, paying attention to nothing at all except feeding; if both were to look, they'd see a huge shadow starting to appear over the water, on the point both fishes were jumping. A second later, a blur dive-bombed into the lake, opening its wings and suddenly halting the fall for a sweeping flight. The Pidgeot cried in triumph, the Seaking safe on its claws. An outraged cry came seconds later, when another bird divebombed right on the same spot, but missing the Magikarp that now had swam back to the bottom. The Fearow flapped its wings, pushing itself back in the air with an outraged cry. The large bird searched for the pidgeot, but the succesfull rival had already flew off at high speeds. Now that at least one of them was on just one spot, it was easy to see why Fearow was so pissed about having lost the prey: it was skinny. Bordering on malnutrition. Its feathers didn't had much bright, and the head and talons looked like they were only skin and bone. Fearow skiimed accross the lake, searching for another meal, when it gaze went on the direction Elliot and Saxen were sitting. The bird halted on the spot, keeping eye contact with the humans, and then saw the smaller pokemon by their side. There was a pause, and both boys could probably hear the gears on the bird's brain turning, and its stomach rumbling. And the next thing anyone knew, Fearow was charging at Saxen, beak pointed at the Poochyena which it decided was to be its next meal. "Fearooooow!!!" |
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| shadowcat | Aug 5 2012, 11:32 AM Post #3 |
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Elliot was watching the birds, deadpan as ever but for the sparkle in his eye. He got very strange and quiet around bird pokemon, and Saxen allowed him to soak up the view, just as he would permit himself a glance back in the direction of the retreating group of boys. One of them had shoulder and back muscles that were accentuated perfectly by the black sleeveless shir- He was pulled back into reality when Elliot reached over suddenly and gripped his thigh in shock. "What the?" he managed to get out before he followed the direction his friend was looking, to see a Fearow worryingly close, hovering in the air and looking worryingly as though it was about to dive right for him. He scrambled backwards, causing the Poochyena to jerk awake with a yip, limping to the right and swinging his head left and right. "Wha- make it go away! It looks really mad! What did you do?" he demanded. "I didn't do anything," Elliot said, only the slightest hint of amusement in his voice. "It's hungry and it-" But he didn't have chance to finish his sentence, because the bird dove. Saxen saw, for a split second, that his friend's eyes widened and filled with utter admiration at the effortless way the Fearow cut through the air, but he wasn't going to let it come anywhere near the bandage-covered pup. "Ah! Stop! Back! Blah!" he shouted, leaping to his feet and waving his arms madly, spread-legged in front of the confused little Poochyena. If this didn't work, his left shoulder was directly in the path of the Fearow's strong beak; he would be pretty severely injured if his little scaring stunt had no effect on the Flying type. |
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| Sonny | Aug 5 2012, 12:40 PM Post #4 |
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So they were some sort of pack? That was the first thing on Fearow's mind when the human got in front of his charge. Luckly for Saxen, the Fearow didn't expect the human to get in front of it, and so the bird sped down on the flight. Its beak pierced Saxen's shoulder, but it wasn't as deep or ugly as it would have been if it was an intentional hit. Fearow backed off a few feet, gawking outraged at the human as it regained balance. Then, all of a sudden, it simply went for Saxen again, this time spreading his talons, one towards each shoulder of the boy. It was trying tograb a hold of the boy, and if it was a success Fearow would basically lift Saxen up in the air and try to fling the boy in the lake as so to take him out of the way, before trying to attack the small Poochyena again with its beak. Talking about the lake, something was starting to tir with all the trouble inside of it; if Elliot and Saxen weren't too busy fighting the giant bird, one of them could maybe notice a small stream of bubbles raising from the middle of the lake. Nothing was in sight yet, but who knew when something decided that enough was enough? |
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| shadowcat | Aug 5 2012, 01:36 PM Post #5 |
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Saxen yelped in pain at the same time as the Poochyena yelped in fright. He had literally just been impaled by that goddamned bird's beak. It wasn't deep enough to have hit muscle or bone or anything, but it still hurt like hell, and blood flowered invisibly across his black t-shirt. "You son of a-" he started, but the talons had grasped at the material of his jacket and was pulling him up. The sharp claws tore through the fabric on his right shoulder, and then he was too heavy to hold with one foot, and he dropped onto the wet ground, scrabbling backwards like a crab to stand in front of the Poochyena again, gasping and wide-eyed with pain. "It's ok, Cole, don't worry," he said, totally without thinking. Suddenly a pretty big rock sailed past him towards the Fearow and his head snapped round to see, to his surprise, Elliot with a deep frown, tossing a second rock up lightly and catching it a few times before hurling it at the Fearow, as well. "Dude, I thought you-" "That's not Cole, Sax," Elliot cut in, finding another rock on the ground to throw. "And this bird isn't going to listen to reason. I think we must be near one of those...prongs." |
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| Sonny | Aug 5 2012, 02:20 PM Post #6 |
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(Powerplay of that poochyena approved by Zoe *nod*) Well that was just perfect. Just a moment after Fearow finally got a short rid of one of the nuisances, the other boy started throwing rocks at him. Fearow cacked in rage, flying back when one rock got him right between the eyes. Fearow cried in rage; the pain of the rock wasn't debilitating or anything, but it sure was annoying. He wasn't in the mood to play around with these boys; he had to feed himself plus the small ones on the nest. Like a lightning, Fearow dove in again, the rock Elliot threw missing the now moving target; in a swift swoop, Fearow grabbed the Poochyena on his talons and flew off southeast, deeper into the prong, carrying the pup to its nest and crying out trimphantly, leaving the boys behind. Though, even if Fearow were known to have a top-class stamina, there wasn't much of a reason to believe the bird would have flew so far away from its nest, in the end. As far as he was concerned, if he lost the humans from sight, they would give up. They didn't seem specially strong or anything, and who would be stupid enough to venture after a Fearow returning to its nest where it would have a reason to get serious? |
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| shadowcat | Aug 6 2012, 07:07 AM Post #7 |
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((They're going to die.. XD)) As the Poochyena was snatched up, Saxen and Elliot both leapt to try to catch it back, but missed by inches. They stood there, panting, and looked at each other, then at the horizon. Then started to run, as fast as they could, after it. Saxen with blood staining the left shoulder of his jacket and the material of his shoulders torn, and Elliot looking ... like Elliot; fine. The Fearow quickly disappeared over the treetops and out of immediate sight, though, and their sprint slowed into a jog, and then they were bent double, panting and glaring. "Krow!" Saxen's head whipped around to see the little Murkrow hovering in the air behind them. "Yes, perfect; this is how you can repay us!" he said to it, and pointed to where the Fearow had disappeared. "Follow it, then come back and guide us, ok? Quick!" The bird cawed at them both, then looked to Elliot for confirmation. "Go, please, and then come back and guide us there," he said. The Murkrow appeared to instantly understand and shot off like a black bullet in the sky towards where the Fearow had disappeared. "I said the exact same thing..." Saxen muttered, and wandered over to a nearby tree trunk to sit on it and sulk over the loss of his new friend. He loved Poochyena and Mightyena, and he hadn't realised it particularly, but he had really grown attached to that little puppy in their short time together. He sighed loudly and looked across at the lake, not noticing the bubbles rising from underneath. Elliot, on the other hand, was staring at the same place with a twitching brow. |
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| Sonny | Aug 7 2012, 10:30 AM Post #8 |
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As Elliot and Saxen kept there, the flow of bubbles would get more fierce, until two long, thin whiskers would emerge sloly from the water, halting mid-air. After some minutes a Barboach would flop on the water, which would probably give out an incredibly weird feeling, and THEN the Whiscash that was the real owner of the whiskers would emerge, with the Barboach flopping nonstop on its head. It looked upwards immediately, its whiskers whipping at the air nonstops; apparently the fish had noticed that the huge birds were snapping at his lake, and decided to take the matter into his own hands...Er, fins. The Barboach flopped back in the water, keeping close, and then Whiscash turned to look at Elliot and Saxen, the nearest things his radar picked up out of his lake. The fish's eyes narrowed. Oh. Oh, no, hell no. More humans near his lake. The last one tried to capture him, and fished out some of his friends. Whiscash's expression hardened and the fish dove in the lake again, leaving the Barboach on the surface. Seconds later, Elliot and Saxen would notice the whole thing starting to shake, water flying everywhere, and then a bigger tremor would start as the Whiscash got terriotorial, starting to try and shake the intruders out of his territory. It wasn't a full out earthquake, but the tremors were starting to get stronger by the minute; from the nearest trees, lots of small flying-type and bug-type pokemon leaped out in terror. Barboach started to try and swim down, in panic, but the crashing waves made it hard; the fish was simply being thrown about right now, sometimes almost being flung out of the water by a specially strong tremor. Edited by Sonny, Aug 7 2012, 10:42 AM.
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| shadowcat | Aug 7 2012, 12:29 PM Post #9 |
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The boys watched in curiosity as the bubbles became more noticeable and waited on in horror for whatever terrible creature would rear its... Oh. A Barboach. They looked at each other and shrugged, continuing to watch the skies and wait for the return of their Murkrow. Suddenly, though, the Barboach was no longer the biggest of their worries. A very angry-looking Whiscash bobbed up and started to cause some sort of Earthquake from inside the lake. The boys scrambled to their feet and, without needing to communicate, both ran randomly to find cover by the trees; anywhere had to be better than the crazy destructive lake dweller's territory. Saxen tripped and scraped his chin on the moving floor, but Elliot tugged him quickly to his feet again and they continued to sprint awkwardly as far away as they could, slowing to lean against a tree once they were out of the direct danger zone. It seemed that it had been a warning attack, not intending to actually harm. Saxen frowned at the blood on his face and dripping down his arms. - The Murkrow, whose name was Pan and who felt that this wasn't acknowledged nearly often enough, was a thoughtful little bird, designed for being a jack of all trades, as it were, and not a master of any one thing. As such, he was not the best at enduring long flights, and especially not long fights. He was a little nervous, it had to be said, that when he found the Fearow nest he would have to defend himself before he could reach the boys again. He could see the Fearow in the air and was diligently following some yards behind, trying to flap his wings as quietly as possible, for fear of being ripped to shreds. The poor Poochyena dangling from its claws yapped out something akin to, 'I'm flying! I can fly! and Pan rolled his eyes as he pursued. |
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| Sonny | Aug 8 2012, 09:36 AM Post #10 |
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On Elliot and Saxen's end, the tremors would stop soon enough as soon as they got farther from the lake; Whiscash's radar was picking up the boys leaving and so it stopped shaking the area, finally satisfied. They'd probably notice that the tremor had shook the earth enough so that here and there some holes collapsed on the ground, and were now filled with muddy water. The prong was prone to floods, and since the last one, the soil hadn't drained completelly. On Pan's end, if the murkrow was to notice it, he'd see more of the holes on the ground, bigger and more common as the Fearow went in. Apparently deeper in the prong those things formed small lakes or just deep, deep puddles. It wouldn't change much for about ten minutes, then finally karma decided to kick things up. "row." Came the voice of the Fearow in the front. It snapped its head back, looking straight at Pan. Fearow eyed the smaller bird for a moment, looking really menacing and bad and all that jazz. And then it turned back around, not caring, and dove down, hovering towards its nest. A couple of Small Spearow were hopping on the branches and laying on the nest, chirpling as the bigger bird approached and basically dropped the Poochyena in there. Fearow looked up again at Pan, glaring. He'd tear that one to shreds if he decided to get closer. Well, the good part was that, hey, the nest was there and Pan was probably still alive. The Fearow wasn't even charging at him or anything! And of course, the bad part was, the bigger Spearow chattered at Pan irritably, flapping his wings and shoting towards the sky, intending on doing what he thought should have already been done. It was clear that that one in special was growing up to be much more territorial, for it had an expression that told of a temperament explosive even for the Spearow species. In fact, it didn't seem he was all that liked anyway, for Fearow only seemed to roll its eyes as it went after Pan, and no other bird moved to help out. They were too busy poking and pecking at the Poochyena, cautiously at first but slowly starting to do it harder. If he tried to do anything, Fearow would try to keep the dog down by pilling him down with a talon. Well what the hell are you doing here? Go get reinforcements! |
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| shadowcat | Aug 8 2012, 01:44 PM Post #11 |
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The boys watched as patches of the ground collapsed in to make muddy potholes that rippled until the Earthquake finally subsided entirely. They breathed out a sigh of relief, cut short just a little by the fact that the ground underneath them seemed to start to give way and sink, along with the tree under which they were taking cover. Saxen cursed, pulling Elliot out of the way as the earth beneath them threatened to become an extension of the lake. They looked to the skies again; where was that bird? Pan fluttered backwards, alarmed as the Fearow turned and took him in, but he seemed to be in the clear ... until one of the larger Spearow in the nest came straight at him, anger blazing in its eyes. Pan squawked. Why were all the pokemon around here so angry? As long as it was just one on one, however, it should be alright. He set his face into a look of confident badassery and flapped away just a little to guide the Spearow a little further away from his comrades, to ensure that this would remain a fair fight. The first thing he did was shoot him a Mean Look, to further ensure that he wouldn't escape to get reinforcements. Once that was done, he shot forwards with a very uncertain Assurance. |
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| Sonny | Aug 11 2012, 09:15 AM Post #12 |
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Spearow was probably the dumb muscle kind of bird, because it didn't bother to check the distance before following Pan, too focused on A) getting near the murkrow B) Looking completelly threatening and badass. The efficiency of that last part could be kinda hindered because even tho he was large, the Murkrow was still bigger, but he was sure as hell trying. Spearow squawked indignantly at the Mean Look, offended Pan would think he was going to run. There was a small echo, the Spearow somehow defying the laws of anything with a beak and Growling at Pan to make his opnion clear. Next thing he knew, Pan was coming at him, and so Spearow complied, charging at Pan. What he wasn't expecting was that it was a full out Assurance, and the bird was hit on the site, immediately losing air balance and flying in circles, flapping its wings to try and keep balance. It was a perfect opportunity for a second jab. That said, as soon as the Spearow got back on his wings (Assuming Pan left enough of an opening for that), the tiny bird would fly towards Pan and start lashing out at the Murkrow with beak and talons in a Fury Attack. |
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| shadowcat | Aug 15 2012, 09:02 AM Post #13 |
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Pan was so pleased that his attack had worked that he took a second to celebrate in the air by gaining more altitude and swooping in a gentle circle around the Spearow, cawing. When the Spearow recovered and shot forwards to furiously fight back, the Murkrow squawked and flapped backwards, several black feathers clouding the air around them as they brawled. Taking far too long to think, Pan finally lashed out with a vicious Peck, knowing it wasn't very strong but that he had to stop the Spearow from attacking him any more. When he finally released himself from the grip of the pecking and scratching of the horrible bird, he shook himself off and then, unsure of what to do, shot forwards with another Assurance. This would do double the damage of the last one if the Peck had hit, and judging by the success of the last one, it was the way to go. Then he'd fall back and take a moment to think about what other attacks he had. If only that thoughtful kid were here, he cursed, he knew how to call orders to him. |
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| Sonny | Aug 17 2012, 01:58 PM Post #14 |
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That would be an aerial battle to go down by the ages, told for generations by the wiser of that region, if any of the two flying-types were actually huge and impressive. Spearow got Pecked right in the throat, cawking in pain and anger. While his attacks were full of rage-filled berserking fun, he wasn't doing so well on avoiding any, or keeping a consistent flight balance; too much wing beating, and out of order. It would have been comical if the thing were not trying to rip Pan a new one. The Fury Attack, in fact, seemed to have worsened that, because as soon as Spearow got done with his terrible rat-sized rampage, it would fall back, unbalanced. Why that always happened?! Sure, it was not like he ever had the chance to fight for long, since usually it was a bigger group on his side....But come on, sure natural talent was enough? Well, maybe not, one or two brainy moves could work. After Pan shot forwards with an Assurance, Spearow folded his wings, dropping to the ground to pick up speed. When the Murkrow approached, Spearow would suddenly open his wings, picking a ride on a breeze, and dart out of the way; Hopefully Pan would be almost dive-bombing by then if the Murkrow decided to follow him, so it would be harder to stop. Spearow would then take the chance to make a turn and dive back at Pan in a Quick Attack, beak first, at the neck. Edited by Sonny, Aug 17 2012, 01:59 PM.
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| shadowcat | Aug 20 2012, 10:08 AM Post #15 |
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This whole battling thing was actually pretty easy, Pan realised with a happy squawk as he shot towards the Spearow with his Assurance attack that was bound to knock its little socks off. When the opponent dove out of the way, he was shocked into flapping around all over the place to stop his dive bombing before he crashed into something or lost control of his flight for a moment. As he flapped like a crazy ball of black fluff, feathers flying, the Spearow knocked into him from the side and sent him hurtling through the sky, crashing through a few branches before he regained his composure and shot like a bullet back at his opponent. He conjured up a whooshing Tailwind that doubled his speed before attempting to Sucker Punch the Spearow into next week, making the (probably safe) assumption that the enemy would attempt an attack that he could jump in on. |
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| Sonny | Aug 25 2012, 11:50 AM Post #16 |
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Spearow cawked satisfied as Pan got flung around the air, flapping his wings with a seriously professional jerkass face as he looked at the Murkrow. That battling thing was really satisfying, wasn't it? Fearow chirped, and shouted at Pan loudly. It wasn annoyingly loud, ear-piercing gawking, it was clear Spearow was making it like that so not only he would annoy and taunt Pan but to warn the whole area who was the one kicking feather, and also to warn who was going to eat like a king as soon as that ended. Spearow cried out, cawking another ear-piercing shriek and then dove back at Pan. The Tailwind wasn't planned, but Spearow was still about to go first with a Quick Attack when SURPRISE, FEATHER-BOY, a Sucker Punch slugged him dead-on. Spearow shrieked in pain, spinning like a mad feather ball around. Without missing the beat, though, the bird Quick Attack back at Pan before he was thrown too far away. Instead of just ramming dead on the Murkrow, Spearow would try to circle around Pan and latch on his back, putting his talons on Pan's wings. It was a genius strategy, if he said so himself; after all, HE would still have his wings, and he could peck the Murkrow into submission like that. No matter that if Pan started falling he would just be dragged down along; he could still fly away while the Murkrow crashed beak-first into the mud. But that was assuming it would work at all; it was a huge maneveur and flying precisely wasn't his strong point. Pan could probably still dodge....But what were the odds of that happening, Spearow thought. |
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| shadowcat | Aug 26 2012, 07:45 AM Post #17 |
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Pleased with himself for thinking so quickly of that Sucker Punch strategy, Pan backed off when his attack landed and began to slowly circle the Spearow until the opponent shot forwards and shifted behind him. He was aiming for his wings! Oh, the horror! He glanced at the ground: thirty feet? Forty? Before he could turn around to face his attacker, his wings were being grabbed by the talons, but in Pan's panicky flapping, the claws instead gouged and lashed at his feathers instead of being able to grab onto anything and hang on to him. As blood and feathers began to fly around them, the Murkrow did something very strange in the height of his panic as he felt his flight feathers shift and become entirely compromised by the attack. He was going to lose his ability to fly! His wings were literally being clipped! Frightened and slightly incensed as to the entire situation, Pan reached out and wrapped his injured wings tightly around the Spearow just before he began his inevitable descent. The foe's plan was going almost exactly how he had wanted it to, except right now he was also going to land beak-first in the mud, if Pan had anything to do say about it. Attempting to pin the Spearow's wings down to its body, the Murkrow began to fall through the air, with or without the writhing opponent in his grasp. He whistled through the air, the world around him flickering green and yellow as the sun appeared and disappeared behind the tree branches he hurtled past. Any second now and he'd be landing with a splat in the mud. Hopefully, and it was all he could really do at this point, the Spearow would also be cannonballing into the ground as well. |
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