As the sun shone overhead, two Pokemon dueled in the treetops. One was a Meowth in a matador's hat and red cape, the other a Pawniard serving the oppressors. It had been a long, drawn out battle since Calico had been separated from his partner, but the normal type had worn down his opponent quite a bit over time with hit and run tactics. And now, he felt he was ready to deal the coupe de grace to his foe. As the Pawniard dove down on him with a metal claw, he slipped between the branches and severed the branch his opponent landed on with slash. The Pawniard landed flat on his back rather than his feet, growling in frustration. "Stop fooling around and surrender, you stupid cat!"
"That's the best insult you can think of?" Calico quipped with a taunting smile. "Typical coming from a Pokemon who's head is solid metal."
"Enough!! I'm going to end this once and for all! Neither you or your friend are going to escape us! Not after what you've done to dishonor Lord Bisharp!" Pawniard ranted.
"I was only telling my version of the truth through artistic perspective." Calico mused.
"You spray-painted graffiti all over Lord Bisharp's castle walls." Pawniard corrected. "You're also the worst artist I've ever seen."
"Well, as much as I'd like to continue this conversation, I'm afraid I must be going." Calico said, plucking a rose from seemingly out of nowhere and holding it before him. "However, I won't be rude to leave without so much as an adieu." With that, he tossed the rose into the air, the Pawniard's attention drawn to it, as if he was expecting it to do something. While his focus was averted, Calico knelt down and a Riolu shot out of the brush behind him and over his head, running toward the Pawniard as his attention snapped back to the battle a moment too late.
"G'night, metal head!" The riolu shouted as he rammed his fist into the Pawniard's "jaw" with a brick break. The blow sent the dark-steel type tumbling back into a tree, out cold. "Ha! Score one for the canine!" he cheered as he fist pumped.
"Hate to spoil your moment of victory, pal, but we need to go." Calico replied, his spanish accent clear as always in his voice. "If we're not out of here by the time reinforcements arrive, I don't think we can hold out."
"Ha! Maybe you can't, kitty, but I can fight for days!" Korrin bragged as he readjusted his bandages.
"Even with that wound from the honchkrow i saved you from earlier?" Calico chuckled.
"Sh-shut up! That was a fluke on the Honchkrow's part, alright?" Korrin retorted.
"Whatever you want to believe, Korrin. Whatever you want to believe." Korrin growled at Calico's witty remark, but followed begrudgingly as they began to approach the village. "Finally, a place where we can rest and resupply." Calico sighed as he spotted the exterior walls of the village. As he and Korrin entered, they looked around to see the village had been destroyed. Calico paused, then let out a sigh. "Are...you...KIDDING...me?!" he muttered through gritted teeth.
"'Rest and resupply', huh?" Korrin mused with a smirk. "Well, if you don't mind sleeping in a destroyed house, and scavenging from shops, you're sort of right."
"Shut up..." Calico moaned.
