July 1 - Parterre Way (Route 4), Kalos
"Huh?! Why me?!" Monty barked as Esther shoved the jars into his arms. Charging into the belly of the beast was her
idea! He didn't know the first thing about milking a fucking beehive!
Then again, it wouldn't be the first time he'd had to just figure it out
for a job. Yeah, that's all it was; a job. If the fiery-haired girl thought he was the best suited, who was he to turn her down? She'd just given him the perfect chance to show off.
"Chauffe, Oracle, on me." Monty eyed the Combee-wall warily, not sure how she and Nico would make an opening, but between the goo-creature's <<Water Gun>>, the blazing three-way FWOOSH!
of flames, and Kasriel's <<Pin Missile>> on top one presented itself.
A section of the Combee-wall caved inward as a couple dozen of the insects fainted on impact - there!
Monty sprinted forward, Oracle and Chauffemagne hot on his heels, and all three LEAPT!
over the smoking hedges and through the hole in the wall.
His intrusion into the flower bed didn't go unnoticed. Before he could even whip his head around, Monty was YANKED!
to the ground. "Gah!" He felt a RUSH!
of air slice the space he was just in, and Chauffemagne's jaws released from his collar as his trainer looked up to see the Vespiqueen floating high above the trio.
Shit, they didn't have time to waste battling the queen bee. The Combee wall was already coming apart, its living bricks readying a counter-assault against Esther and Nico, and he needed to make sure they could all get out of there before the newly-formed group became the source of a sterner warning in the Route 4 gate.
The Vespiqueen hovered above a large tree bearing a freakishly-large, glistening yellow hive; his target! She wouldn't give it up easy, though, and as the Vespiqueen's Pressure
flooded the area she released a plume of pinkish mist from her honeycomb-like dress; <<Sweet Scent>>.
"We're putting this thing on a timer. Oracle, make an opening-" The Absol was already crackling with black sparks, her fur ruffled as her own Pressure
clashed with Vespiqueen's. "-Chauffe, FIRE SPIN!" Smoke poured from the Houndour's nose, mingling with the wispy fumes of Sweet Scent. He threw his skull-capped head back and SNAPPED!
forward, jettisoning a thin column of fire at the menacing queen bee.
Oracle was already in the air. The Vespiqueen's arm glowed white, likely another <<Air Slash>>, but the futile efforts of an insect
couldn't keep it from being brought back to where it belonged; groveling in the dirt
! The Absol SLAMMED!
her scythe into the insect, catching it just under the arm and CRACKING!
its carapace. The insect's pained "BZZ!"
was satisfying, and the cry it let out as <<Fire Spin>> impacted was like music to Oracle's ears.
Chauffemagne's fiery whip STRUCK!
the Vespiqueen's chest, and the blaze blossomed into a fiery vortex that RAGED!
around the queen bee. She let out an angry buzz as the vortex swirled around her, and launched a volley of <<Air Slashes>> at each of her opponents.
out of the way of one of them, tucking into a roll that brought him face-to-face with the man-sized hive. Now how the hell was he supposed to get the honey? He reached out and tested the suprisingly spongey surface, and honey oozed
out at his touch.
Convenient, but it wouldn't be enough. Monty shifted the jars to hold them in his right hand, wound back, and hit the nest with a southpaw PUNCH!
that cracked straight through the exterior He grasped a handful of the inner honey comb and ripped it out, the glistening honey dripping in his clutch. This was easier than he thought it'd be!
Monty squeezed the honey into each of the jars as his pokémon kept the queen bee busy, and though the top of the stoppers got covered in the substance he managed to fill each one with another couple fistfuls of honeycomb.
Alright, time to get back to Esther and Nic-
A <<Gust>> of wind knocked Monty off his feet, unceremoniously dumping him on the ground a few yards away from the hive with a SMACK!
He hit the ground hard, the jars tumbling from his grasp. Shit
, can't breathe!
The wind was knocked out of him, and in a daze his eyes drifted toward his feet. The Vespiqueen, jaws glowing a fierce yellow and still trapped in Chauffemagne's Fire Spin, was making a beeline straight for him! He perceived Oracle and the black sparks flying off her legs in the background, and an <<Incinerate>> launched by Chauffemagne. Neither would reach him in time.