The Adventure Begins Part 2: Route 101: Training and Catching

The seven foot five inch tall Makai Kasai walked slowly upon the dirt road path of Route 101, the path between Little Root Town and Oldale Town. His long black cloak fluttered as a powerful gust of wind blew past the male with enough force to knock any weaker being over. Makai stood still as his cloak fluttered unaffected by the raging strong winds as they began to pick up. The large trees surrounding the terrain their leaves blew up into the arm, the sound of branches snapping echoing through the males ears. The thick heavy branches crashed into the earth causing dust to rise only to be blown through the air by the strong winds. The tall grass rustling as the sounds of numerous pokemon echoed over the hills as they ran for cover from the incoming storms. The sky was covered by blackened clouds as rain droplets began to fall around the Trainer. The droplets struck the ground one after another as the droplets grew in size the droplets becoming heavier as they dropped fast.

Makai placed a hand upon his fedora hat, as he felt his companion move closer to his leg covering itself with his cloak. The small blue bipedal reptile like Pokémon hugged his leg, its triangular like eyes closed shut as it walked while hugging its trainers leg. Its stubby arms clutching the silk of his pant legs as it placed itself on its master’s foot allowing itself to be carried along as Makai walked. Makai clutched the two large bundles he held with his left hand both six feet in length wrapped in black silk. He held the bundles close to his being hiding them under his cloak as he pulled it closer as the rain came down faster and heavier.

The fast heavy rain came descending downwards, the dirt turning to mud as the rain came down. Lightning flashed in the blackened skies as the loud cracking sound of thunder echoed in the air. Makai ignored the rain as it fell upon his body drenching his cloak, leaving the rest of his clothes dry. Makai showed no reaction to the rain as he continued his calm walk towards a single large tree. He sat down beneath the tree placing the two items beside him as he unwrapped his cloak throwing it beside him laying it beneath the tree. Makai leaned back against the large trunk of the tree as it protected them from the rain and the heavy winds.

Makai folded his arms over and shut his eyes, his eyes hidden by his hat. The reptile like pokemon known to all as a Bagon walked up beside its master and laid against him snuggling into his arms to keep itself warm. Makai wrapped an arm around the Dragon type pokemon as he waited patiently for the storm to pass. He had spent years in the wild and had learnt when to detect incoming storms and how long they would last. This was just a small storm it would be over shortly. True to his thoughts the rain began to stop as the winds slowed. Rays of light shined down upon Route 101 as the sun stood high within the light blue sky. Makai sat their opening his eyes lifting his hat, staring with his demonic blood red eyes as the snake like slits for irises glanced over the terrain.

Makai slowly climbed to his feet as he stationed his two clothed items to the belt around his waist clipping them on. Attached to the belt six simple poke balls the metal glistened in the sun light as he stepped out from beneath the tree. He glanced over to his cloak before approaching it and stringing it over a low branch to allow it to dry. For now Makai would train on Route 101 before heading to Oldale town. It would be intellectual to train Bagon to allow him to grow in strength and catch a few more pokemon encase of battles with enemy trainers.

A small red worm like pokémon made its way down a slippery tree branch its tiny sharp feet clinging on as it moved so as not to fall. Its large yellow and black eyes spotted a strange figure on the ground below. Curiously it slowly edged closer, however the poor little wild pokémon lost its footing and slipped out of the tree. It landed by the figure it was eyeing off either. Freaking out about its predicament the pokémon commonly known as Wurmple tried to scurry towards a nearby bush.

Unfortunately for the little pokémon the ground was slushy and mud-like thanks to the storm that had hit the area earlier and it had difficulty escaping. It turned to face the intruder of the area instead and saw that it had company, a strange, blue, dinosaur-like creature. Unsure of what to do the Wurmple waited to see how the two trespassers reacted to its presence. Just in case it got ready in its attack position, hoping to appear menacing.

Makai’s eyes narrowed as he felt something approaching, from years surviving in the wild he had formed a second sense to be able to detect presences it was a necessary to be able to survive amongst the wild Pokémon. Makai placed a hand on one of the bundles unclipping the black silk allowing it to unravel and fall from the first item revealing it to be a six foot long Odachi a Japanese long sword. A click echoed through the air as he used his thumb to push the blade up just as he felt something fall near him. Makai turned to the figure raising an eyebrow as a small red worm like Pokémon fell from a branch landing in the slushy mud thanks to the storm. The Pokémon slipped about in the mud in a pathetic attempt to escape however failing. The Pokémon aware of its failing turned to him and his Pokémon getting into an attack position trying to appear menacing.

Makai towered over the worm like Pokémon as the sound of metal grinding against metal could be heard as Makai slowly drew the sword. The blade grinding against the tip of the black scabbard as the six feet blade was drawn. Its edge was red and blade black as the red and black lustier glistened within the rays of the sun. The dark purple dragon wrapped around the blade illuminated by the light as the blade was fully drawn. Makai swung the blade cutting through the surrounding grass as he held the blade with his right hand to his right. The tip of the blade pointing behind him as his Dragon Pokémon ran over to its master.

The Bagon skidded past its master hopping in front of him getting into a battle position in front of the Wurmple. The Bagon growled as he gave a menacing and cold glance with his large eyes. The Bagon released what little murderous intent it had to help build the appearance of its intimidation to frighten the bug Pokémon. Makai used his left hand to grab one of the small pokeballs at his hip as he pressed the button in the middle enlarging it as he gripped the pokeball carefully. Makai brought his blade around and aimed the tip towards the Wurmple. “Bagon...Flame thrower” spoke Makai in a cold cruel tone as he eyed the Wurmple deciding he may as well capture the Pokémon. There was no such thing as a useless Pokémon to him as long as they were trained properly any Pokémon could be strong.

Bagon turned to its trainer and nodded. The small dragon Pokémon breathed in puffing its cheeks up as it moulded flames within its lungs. The flames moved up through his lungs and up the dragons throat as he opened his mouth roaring loudly as he let loose a large streaming jet of flames. The jet of fire roared across the soaked terrain burning the grass as it headed towards the Wurmple. Bagon had been careful with the power only hopefully putting enough power into the attack to weaken the bug to allow for its capture by Makai as the trainer readied his pokeball. The moment the Wurmple was weakened Makai would throw the pokeball.

Continuing to slip and slide around in the mud the Wurmple attempted to avoid the flames flickering towards it. However its attempt was fruitless as it was encased in the red, hot breath of the small dragon pokémon. "WURRRR!" the wild Pokémon squealed as it felt the flames burn its delicate skin. It was not ready for such a powerful opponent and was already looking might weak after just one effective attack.

The poor little pokemon however had a strong will and even though it appeared battered and bruised by the scolding hot flames it leant back and prepared its attack. It felt the acidic formula mixing in its body; the pokémon concentrated it into the stingers on the end of its tail. The small, red Wurmple then charged the best it through the slowly hardening surface towards the Bagon, aiming its Poison Sting attack directly towards the centre of the opponent’s chest.

Makai watched and eyed the bug carefully as it tried to avoid the flames flickering towards it. The pokemons attempts were useless as it was encased in flames. The pokemon squealed as it was encased by the flames as they burnt its skin. Makai smirked as the pokemon seemed to stand back up and prepared its next attack being determined not to back down at all. The Bug charged forward raising the stinger on its tail aiming it towards his pokemon aiming at Bagon’s chest. Makai stared at Bagon glaring at the Dragon. Bagon seemed to nod as it rushed forward towards the incoming attack. Bagon spun around Wurmple using its feet to skid through the wet grass a small hand touching the ground using it to balance itself as it twirled around the bug. Bagon landed behind Wurmple as Makai jumped back.

Bagon breathed in flames moving into its lungs as if by Makai’s glare a secret message had been communicated between Master and Pokemon. Bagon opened its mouth roaring loudly as flames came rushing up its lungs. A mass of flames erupted from the dragons mouth as the stream of flames tore through the air. The burning orangey red flames flew across the wet grass burning the ground once more as it expanded in size heading towards the bug. Makai implanted his sword in the ground and readied the poke ball throwing it towards the Wurmple. The poke ball was timed to hit the Wurmple just after the flames struck if they succeeded.

The wild, worm pokémon’s eyes caught sight of the flames heading towards it but far too late. Its eyes showed nothing but fear as the fire flew through the wet grass before striking it and covering its outer skin in scorching hot flames once more. By now the poor little, bug type pokémon was rather weak from the super effective fire attacks. It lay on the ground barely able to move as it heard the sound of something flying towards it. It was the pokéball. It felt something grab it as it was encased in a red glowing light that sucked it into the pokéball. The red and white ball rocked back and forth as the Wurmple fought, but it was far too weak to put up a decent fight and the pokéball stopped rocking and gave a satisfying clicking sound as the pokémon was captured. CONGRATULATIONS!! You caught a Wurmple, give a nickname to your new pokémon?

Pokémon: Wurmple
Nickname: ???
Gender: Male
Level: 8
Moves:
- Tackle
- String Shot
- Poison Sting
Ability: Shield Dust
Personality: A real fighter, once it starts a battle it doesn’t give up till it’s over.
Exp: 0

Makai flipped open his pokedex reading the information on the Wurmple, so it was a level eight and male. The dark haired male gazed over the info staring at its personality, never gave up huh, that was just what he was after for his team, pokemon that never gave up in battle. Makai walked over to the poke ball containing his new pokemon as it lay stationary on the grass. He crouched down on the grass picking the pokeball up tossing it up and down into the air before setting it back down onto the ground.

Makai reached behind his back grabbing one of the rucksacks hanging from his back from three. He grabbed the red bag and planted it beside him as he reached in pulling out a long round bowl made of stone. He then pulled out a stone rod with a wheel in the middle. Makai pulled out a strange dark brown root from his back and laid it on the grass and cut it into four equal pieces with his Odachi and placed one piece of the root in the stone bowl. Makai next grabbed some odd berries and some red herbs from his back. He had spent quite a few years surviving in the wild so he had come to know which roots, herbs or berries were best for making different medicines for different occasions. He placed the berries and the herbs with the roots before placing the roller in the bowl. Makai began to move the item forward and back grinding and crushing the herbs, berries and root together as a dark yellow sticky chemical began to form within the bowl as he thoroughly crushed the items.

Makai walked over to a bush and pulled off a couple of large leaves and walked back over to the chemical. He used his fingers to spread the concoction onto the leaves making six of them. He pressed a button on the pokeball allowing a red light to shoot out as the form of the weakened Wurmple appeared. He grabbed one of the leaves ignoring the frightened gaze of the Wurmple as he placed the mixture upon the bug’s burns. He continued the process wrapping it within the leaves, immediately the mixture would help cool and heal the burns.

Makai sat down on the grass staring at the Wurmple as it stared back before speaking, “You have determination...I like that. In my team...you will have to work your hardest. There’s no such thing as a weak pokemon only a weak trainer. Under me you will become strong!” spoke Makai as he grabbed the pokeball and recalled the Wurmple to allow it to rest. Makai sighed, the ball shrinking as he positioned it upon his belt. Makai stood up and beckoned for Bagon as he sheathed his Odachi.

The Small dragon ran over jumping up and down. Makai held back a chuckle as he gazed up at the sky. Looking towards the path Makai walked down the hill towards it heading back to town at a slow pace watching the grass carefully as Bagon walked beside him. He was hoping to at least catch one or two more pokemon and helping Bagon level up before continuing on.

As Makai healed the wounds of his new pokémon the eyes of someone nearby could be felt watching them. In fact the eyes had been gazing at the trainer and his pokémon since before the storm. The owner of the eyes had been watching, waiting, biding its time for the right moment to strike. Now was decided was the perfect moment. From a nearby tree the sound of leaves rustling and footsteps approaching could be heard.

The owner of the watching eyes drew closer to the new pokémon trainer before springing out of the tree and in front of the young man healing his injured Wurmple. Before Makai stood a young boy, he looked to be no older than 12 as he gazed at the trainer. The boy spoke with a raspy voice, as if he had recently had a sore throat, “Battle me!” He said, this was no question, only a command as the boy took a few steps back and readied himself, pokéball in hand and a look of determination on his face. One finger lay across the button on his pokéball; the boy looked so ready for this. He then waited for the other trainer to make a move.

Makai’s ears picked up the sound of rustling leaves and footsteps as a young boy leapt out in front of him. Makai eyed him carefully; the boy appeared only twelve as he stood before him. The boy requested a battle as he readied one of his pokeballs staring at him with determination. Makai stood up slowly easily towering over the boy as he glared down at him with his cold demonic eyes. His eyes bearing down upon him as his fingers lingered over the swords on his hips as he eyed the pokeball in the boys hand. This boy wanted to battle feh, Makai was half tempted to just fight him without Bagon’s help, though it would do Bagon some good to obtain some extra experience points and hopefully level up. Makai would use his new Wurmple but he needed to heal.

Makai turned to stare at his dragon companion giving him a single look. The Bagon nodded its head and leapt through the air as Makai took a few steps back. The small dragon landed between the two growling at the young trainer as he eyed the pokeball. Makai folded his arms over giving a bored expression followed by a yawn, “Let’s get this over with...trash” spat out Makai as he stared at Bagon giving him a look saying ‘you better win or else’. The Dragon nodded its head and readied itself for battle against the trainer.

The young boy hadn't realised just how tall the man was earlier; being so high in the trees had given him the illusion of being smaller. The boy nearly ran for it when Makai stood up and his eyes....Oh his eyes seemed to pierce right though to his soul. The boy gulped and swallowed his fear of the man down. However his eyes had changed from fierce determination to scared-out-of-his-mind.

The young boy took a deep breath, "Let's do this!" He called as he clicked the button on his pokéball which grew slightly bigger in his hand before releasing a red glow. The red haze disappeared and in its place stood a Mankey, strong and ready to fight. It glared at the Bagon that was growling at his trainer. "Alright Mankey give it your all! First, Focus Energy!"

The Pig Monkey pokémon took a deep breath as if preparing for the oncoming battle, it centred its balance to a tee and focused its mind on hitting the Bagon where it would be the most critical, so as to deal more damage with each blow.

Bagon eyed the pig monkey pokemon carefully as it appeared before him. The Dragon spread its legs digging them into the ground as it dug in to withstand any incoming attack. The Dragon breathed in as it stood ready. Flames moulded into its lungs as it shut its eyes. Flames danced within its lungs as it shot its eyes open and expelled a large jet of flames from its mouth letting loose a flame thrower. Makai usually never gave him instructions in battle forcing him to fight using his wit and only strategies in battle. The bagon continued to expel the flames letting loose a roaring wave of burning hot flames. The jet of flames roared over the terrain burning the grass turning it to ash as they headed towards the Mankey.

Makai sat down on the grass as he laid his swords beside him. Makai lay down upon his side eyeing the battle with uncaring eyes. He used one arm his left for support, his elbow on his the ground his head in his palm as he yawned. He had confidence in Bagon, he knew the pokemon could handle himself, the little dragon had proven himself time and time again in battle to be able to fight without his master’s orders.

"HEY!" the boy called in his raspy voice, "What are you doing!?!" He sounded rather annoyed as he spoke and stared at the trainer whom had just sat down. This meant he'd taken his eyes off the battle. Without orders the Mankey wasn't sure what to do and panicked a little as the flames came closer to it. Before the boy could issue the command to dodge it was too late and the fire flickered over the fighting type pokémon. Its eyes closed in pain before it fiercely looked up and stood its ground. "That's the way Mankey! Now Karate Chop!" the boy called, issuing the first physical attack of the match. His Mankey lowered its head slightly as it ran towards the dragon pokémon with its arm out, once it thought it was close enough to the enemy it swung its paw towards the Bagon, hoping for a critical blow.

Bagon eyed the mankey carefully ignoring the cries of its training towards his own. He watched as the Mankey took the flames standing its ground as it tried to ignore the pain. The Bagon growled as the boy ordered the Mankey to attack with its Karate Chop. The pokemon rushed the dragon type arms out. Bagon breathed in moulding flames within its lungs, as the enemy got in range and swung its paw. Bagon breathed out expelling a large jet of flames at its feet forcing it up into the air. The pillar of flames pushed the tiny dragon up into the air to dodge the attack but hopefully to engulf the monkey in flames. The Bagon spun into the air expelling a second jet of flames after moulding the fire to his lungs. He shot the flames upwards on a diagonal slant sending him flying back to the ground landing safely on the grass as the dragon skidded backwards.

The Bagon glared at the Mankey and unleashed a battle cry, “BAGON!” cried the tiny dragon as it readied itself for another attack already channelling fire to its lungs to ready itself with a fourth flame thrower. Makai had trained him to be able to unleash its attacks in all different matter of situations for not only offensive but to help escape its enemies. Not only through the user of constant training with its attack did it come up with unique ways to use them by a high stamina when using them.

The young boy gritted his teeth as he watched the Bagon avoid his attack, his own pokémon only just avoiding the majority of the flames this time around. The Mankey glared at the Bagon with anger and prepared to launch another attack, however it waited for its orders. The boy took a while to decide what to do before calling out, "Fury Swipes!" his voice seemed to be dying out as he yelled out to his battling pokémon.

The Mankey launched itself at the Bagon again, this time with astounding speed as it knew it would need to be quick if it wanted to succeed. The fighting type pokémon had both paws ready to strike multiple times. All it needed was to get close enough while avoiding the terrible fire that always seemed to be cascading out of the dragon type pokémon’s mouth.

Bagon gritted its teeth as it stored the flames inside its lungs building them up allowing the flames to store and build power. Bagon’s cheeks puffed up as the Mankey launched towards him preparing its fury swipes. The pokemons paws were ready to strike as it got closer to the dragon. Bagon pushed its feet in the ground and twisted as it unleashed the torrent of flames from its mouth. The jet of flames erupted from its lips pushing it to spin its foot sticking the ground allowing the dragon to spin rapidly. The burning flames wrapped around Bagon spiralling upwards into a tornado shooting upwards into the sky. The twister of flames engulfed Bagon shooting up closing at the top. The flames pushed downwards as they were forced to the ground. The flames crashed on top of Bagon and washed over the terrain spilling everywhere. The flames raised up and down like waves as they crashed against the grass burning everything. Bagon had readied its head encase Mankey dodged its attack preparing to use its rock hard like head to block the attack. Bagon was panting slightly trying to catch its breathe from its built up attack.

The Mankey was hit by the fire and engulfed in flames as it felt them burn its fur. The Mankey was beginning to look rather soot covered now with all the fire about and the surroundings being turned to ash. The pokémon kept going though after the Bagon landed again it hadn't given up its last attack and tried with all its might to swipe furiously with its paws towards the Bagon's head. Most of its hopes had been lost the moment it saw that the dragon pokémon didn't need commands to fight but it had been holding strong till now as it tried desperately to cause even the tiniest bit of damage to the proud and mighty Bagon, by far one of its most powerful opponents it had ever faced in all its battling history. Mankey felt weak in comparison but didn’t give up as it would rather faint by this strong pokémon rather than later face the wrath of his trainer.

Makai yawned as he slowly climbed to his feet dusting his pants off to face the young trainer. He spoke in a harsh done, “How about a deal. If I win your Mankey becomes mine, if you win your Bagon becomes yours. Win or loss with both gain strong pokemon” Makai glanced at Bagon a twinkle in his eyes as he sent secret message to his pokemon. Bagon gave a smirk as it braced against the fury of swipes from the fighting pokemon. Bagon breathed in sharply as flames moulded in its lungs again. The flames rose up its throat as it released another powerful jet of flames right at the ground. The flames shot up this time however he concentrated on not forcing himself upwards. The flames ran along the ground at his feet being propelled upwards as a dome of fire rose up all around the dragon.

"NO WAY! NO De..al..." The boy yelled as he lost his voice from all the shouting he'd been doing, it was no wonder why he had such a voice with yelling out commands to people and pokémon all the time. Mankey was forced away from the dragon pokémon as the flames grew around the Bagon. It took a few more steps back so it would have time to dodge any oncoming attacks, however after all this fighting it wasn't looking too good anymore and was beginning to lose all hope it had left. This pokémon it was supposed to win against was just too fearsome and strong for it and now his trainer had lost his voice. How was it supposed to get given commands now? Unsure how it was supposed to react, the fighting pokémon used Focus Energy again by taking some deep breaths and focusing its strength. It would be happy just to land a single blow on the Bagon now.

Makai stared at the boy with cold eye, “Your pokemon is weak because you are weak! My bagon is capable of fighting without my commands yours is not! This makes it weak as it can’t think for itself like it would in the wild. BAGON FINISH THIS!” spat out Makai as he folded his arms over standing a few steps behind his pokemon. Bagon glanced at its master and nodded. Bagon took in a deep breath moulding more flames to its lungs. The dragon shot forward unleashing a torrent of flame from its lips. The flames shot forward raging as Bagon ran right through them. The flames engulfed Bagon consuming him in flames as he charged at the Mankey aiming to ram straight into the fighting type and engulf it and himself in the flames surrounding it.

The Mankey finished focusing and stared at the Bagon and its oncoming attack. The flames swallowed the two pokémon so it appeared to be little other than a fire in the middle of a burnt out area. The fighting pokémon could feel itself growing weaker; this was its last chance. It had to prove to itself that it was a capable fighter, not only to itself but to its trainer also. Maybe this way its trainer might change the way they trained to make it more like the Bagon’s training; Mankey could only hope. It raised its monkey-like arm with all its might and swung down with a final Karate Chop. If this attack landed it would be happy to give in to the flames already forcing the weak little monkey to stagger.

Bagon gritted its teeth as it clashed with the Mankey. Bagon watched as the monkey raised its arm and brought it down with all its might in an attempt for one final desperate Karate Chop. Bagon reared its head tossing its head upwards opening its mouth wide revealing its sharp teeth. Bagon clamped its mouth down on Mankey’s hand blocking the attack biting down hard. Bagon moulded its fire into its lungs once more readying a point blank flame thrower. Flames expelled from the sides of Bagon’s mouths as the flames came roaring upwards. A stream of flames erupted from Bagon’s mouth aiming to engulf the Mankey in intense hot flames.

The moment it saw the teeth of the dragon pokémon Mankey knew it was done for. It could hear the rumble in the Bagon's chest as the flames came from within its tiny body and cascaded over the pig monkey pokémon. The young boy fell to his knees as he watched his pokémon fall down to the ground, utterly exhausted. The boy tried to call out commands but failed. Mankey collapsed as its eyes closed, it was beaten. The battle was over and the young boy returned his pokémon before running off through the trees with tears beginning to stream down his face.

~Bagon gained 13 exp from this battle and grew to level 13.~

Makai gave a grin of victory as he watched the monkey collapse its eyes closed fainting from its loss. The boy returned his pokemon and ran off through the trees crying as the tears streamed down his face. Makai merely rolled his eyes before approaching the dragon pokemon. Bagon fell backwards landing on the grass giving an exhausted sigh. Makai crouched beside Bagon and placed a hand upon the pokemon’s head, “Good work” spoke Makai still with his cold tone. The Bagon jumped up and down in joy at being praised by its master. Makai stood up slowly and walked off Bagon quickly following after him. It was about time they headed to oldale town to ensure Wurmple received the proper medical attention as quickly as possible to Makai could begin the bugs training. Makai needed to ensure Wurmple would be able to handle any of the battles ahead without Makai’s command to be able to think on its own rapidly to be able to form strategies in the midst of battle. Makai only hoped that he would find potential pokemon to catch upon the way.

There were no real problems as they continued onwards to the next town. A rustle in a bush here and cracking branch in a tree there, but nothing seemed to come out and fight the cold and menacing looking trainer and his pokémon. Some pokémon were afraid and those that weren't were smart enough to stay out of the duo's way, all except one. A small dog like pokémon, its fur was fuzzy and grey and appeared matted looking as it came out of a bush and stood in the way of the trainer passing through. Its black paws had no trouble in the drying ground now the storm was well passed and the sun had been shining since. It lowered itself, ready to launch an attack with all its power. Its ears flicked back and its teeth were bared as it growled menacingly at Makai and his Bagon.

Makai gave a bored yawn as he walked along the path to Oldale town. Everything seemed peaceful for the two companions as they took the time to walk patiently to their designation neither in a hurry to get to the town, allowing them to take in the beautiful scenery of route 101. Makai stood still as a grey blur appeared before them as a small dog like being appeared, its fur fuzzy and grey as it stood before them ears flicked back and teeth bared in a menacing growl towards the two. Makai’s fingers wondered over one of the empty pokeballs at its belt as it eyed the dog known to many as Poochyena. Makai eyed the growling dog as he took a step forward eying the dog carefully clearly unafraid. Bagon stepped in front of its master giving a battle cry, “BAGON!” spoke the pokemon as if accepting an unspoken challenge between the two. Bagon stomped its little legs to look fierce as it took in a deep breathe. The Bagon willed its fire to its lungs allowing the flames to mould and store up. The flames rose up to its mouth , its cheeks puffing up as it held the flames back storing them up within its small cheeks. The Bagon reared its head back eyes shut as it brought its mouth down opening wide as a large ball of fire erupted from its mouth. Bagon had condensed the flame thrower storing the flames up into a ball within its mouth and released the power as the flames turned into a giant fireball twice the size of the Poochyena. The fireball raced forward digging into the ground as it flew towards the dog pokemon.