Crunchy sponge
Within a breaths time after Slowpokes Protect came down after shielding me from the Beedrill trying to assassinate me, I had two pokeballs pulled from my hoodie front pockets, enlarged, and mid air with Machoke and Miltank bursting out in a light, immediately taking a defensive position behind me facing the woman who was cutting off my retreat. I paid the woman behind me and my two rear mons no more attention as I snapped back toward the Beedrill man.
And in that same instant Persian was already upon the enemy, paws outstretched with fury marring his furry face, blitzing toward his target with claws aglow and much to the shock of Beedrill and the sleezebag in dark baggy clothes who ambushed me, and that shock turned into horror as the actual target noticed, it wasn't beedrill but the man himself…
With Persian being anything but slow, beedrill turned his back to me in panic as my bejewelled mountain lion on steroids was on the move and buzzed in desperation and helplessness at being unable to intercept and protect his trainer. it was Buzzing like crazy making a desperate dash lagging far behind my feline avenger, and obviously he wasn't going to make it, and he knew it too with the very visible dread clear on the man's face.
But just as Persians claws were about to turn the assailant into human confetti, a hasty blueish illuminated shield formed just infront of him barely saving his life by briefly catching the "fury swipes" before Persians claws ripped right through the incomplete protect…
But it was just enough for the man to get his arm up to protect his throat to save his life, although at the cost of the arm, as the claws tore through muscle tissue and bone like paper, he lost his elbow down in a fountain of blood squirting out of what was left of the ravaged limb…
And just before the man could scream in pain there was another massive *CLANG!*, an iron tail met twin needle from to the Beedrill just a blink behind trying to keep his "trainer" from an early grave..
All of this happened in barely a few seconds as I focused on whatever was happening in front of me, completely tunnel visioned and forgetting I was basically surrounded. the only thing that brought the thought back to mind was the sound of a guttural, inhuman high pitched screaming coming from behind me that indicated that whatever was making that noise was in terrible, terrible pain.
And even being in such a situation with what's going on in front of me I had to turn to see just what could make a sound like that. Turning around I see my big grey bodybuilding bodyguard absolutely laying into what looked like a 3 foot tall mass of living sludge with fists on fire, or what I can assume is fire as his arms are a blur and the blur is glowing red, not to mention the ground the starting to shake a little as the stone "pathway" under the what I can only assume is a grimer is being absolutely powdered.
I've obviously seen machoke battle before with constant battle royals and random battles in the wild, but I can honestly say I've never seen him hit so hard or fast…I can't see his face with his back to me, but I can only assume it's filled with hatred with the power he's putting behind those blows… he didn't want to knock out the grimer, or even hurt it…he wanted it dead..
And in that moment I looked around to see how miltank was doing but being unable to find her my already insane heart rate kicked up another notch. As I was about to scream out her name, but just before I could I heard another feminine scream coming from the alley the ambushing chick came from.
I took my first step toward the alley ignoring again what was behind me, believing Persian can handle himself with whatever was going on back there and not being able to see Miltank, I needed to see she was ok…
But as I took that first step that rumbling in the ground suddenly amplified and my right foot felt a drop before the ground gave out under me feet and I heard a loud snake like hiss come from below.
*HSSSSSS*
I looked down to see an ekans bursting out from directly beneath me, maw open and teeth dripping with purple liquid.
Everything so far had happened in a matter of seconds, nowhere enough time for me to try and mentally keep up or even give orders. Thankfully my Pokémon were quicker on the uptake and hit the ground running, which filled me with confidence…but the confidence shattered as my heart stopped and my world stilled as those fangs were inches from my face.
What went through my mind as the world stopped was "was I not paranoid enough?"…"did I get to big for my britches because of a couple evolutions?"…"I hope the lads find a decent life when I'm gone"…
…but…just as the snake was about to close it's jaws around my face, my ribs suddenly burst into horrendous pain followed by an impact on my left shoulder with slightly less, but still a crazy amount of pain as the snakes jaws are suddenly gone from my vision, replaced by a brick wall in disrepair and a snake like shadow suddenly covered in a massive amount of pinkish energy before it was wrung out like a sponge…a very bloody, crunchy sponge.
Blood splatters all over me as I sit there in shock I look down to my very painful torso and see the wisps of pinkish energy starting to fade…
…what just happened?
All of a sudden Slowpoke is in front of me with a panicked look on his face…well not really, it would look like a dopey face to anyone else, but in his eyes were pure panic and regret…
The impact really took me out of it as my head is ringing but I can faintly make out a man's scream. Vision still blurry I turn my head to see a dead Beedrill bleeding on the ground next to a fleshy purple beach ball covered in tumour like protrusions paired with fatally deep wounds all over its body with a large mouth hung open and tongue flopped onto the grimy, bloody ground… beady little eyes lifelessly looking in my direction…
I manage to look away from the bodies to see the man who started the whole thing…
He was in pieces…
Torso separated from his legs, missing arm…his head has been caved in with large lacerations covering what's left….
*BLLLUUGGHHH*
I vomit straight into my mask which splashes back into my face before finally funnelling out the bottom…
I've killed before and it was rough…but that?…. Holy fuck that's grim…movies can't prepare you for that… thankfully I can't smell anything now…besides my own vomit that is….
Slowpoke has been hammering away at me with as many and as strong heal pulses as his body would output…
I pull up my mask not wanting to be hotboxed by my own throw up, I look around again as my daze is lessening to see machoke has already killed the grimer and is standing over me with worry in his eyes, mixed in with a touch of fury…at who I couldn't tell…
Persian was a few meters in front of us, back facing me, Slowpoke and machoke… letting out a low and menacing growl with deadly intent at anything even thinking of approaching, there was nothing I could see but I wouldn't trust my opinion at the moment…But right now what really had my attention is miltank who's dragging an unconscious or maybe dead woman, who's leg is very clearly bent the wrong way…
She drops the woman in front of me before turning to machoke and starts crooning sadly while looking at me with genuine worry…
Machoke just nods and kneels down to my small bag that's still on my back and uses his insane finger strength to pinch the shoulder straps apart so he didn't have to move me off the wall and starts searching through it, clearly looking for something…
Everything is still kinda fuzzy but I see machoke look back up to miltank and shakes his head with a low "choke" before looking at his hands covered in whatever was left of grimer before frowning even harder. But in the next moment his hands catch on fire to burn away everything that was clinging onto his meaty hands
….
He walks over to miltank and cups his hands before nodding. Miltanks udder glows brightly before a small stream of pure white milk gathers into his cupped hands…
I don't know if it's just the possible concussion but it looked like miltank almost fainted afterwards…
And before I know it the gigantic hands are brought to my face for me to drink… and even as fuzzy as I was I knew what it was and drank…
The fuzziness cleared up a little, the pain lessened slightly but that didn't stop Slowpoke front throwing everything he had into machine gunning heal pulses into me.
I look over to the woman and think if I should question her before I drop the thought, with my mind cleared a little…no, I needed to get out of here….
"Machoke….break that bitches neck…and…burn everything…fast…no evidence…"
Machoke gives me a grim nod before rising up from his kneeling position walkover to the unconscious woman, reaching down and with a light *crack* it was done….
And beyond that he breathed out a torrent of flames as he flamethrowers her body before walking around to the impromptu battle field burning all dead Pokémon and the brutalised human body…
It was maybe 30 seconds before he was done and while I wasn't feeling great…it didn't feel like I was on deaths door anymore….
"Slowpoke …get us out of here buddy…somewhere inconspicuous, don't take us straight home…"
He looked up from my ribs to look me in the eye, looked back at my ribs before nods. Pink psychic energy surrounded the crew as they huddled together to make it easier on Slowpoke..
And before I knew it we were all in a very clean alley way made of wooden fences, the sun shining and the sounds of a lively neighbourhood in the background…
The place looks kinda familiar but no time for that…
I check my shoulder and feel pain ignite as I try and rotate it…not broken…probably dislocated…I poke my ribs and feel like my torso is about to crumple….that's not good…*breaths in*…*breaths out*…I can breath just fine but…I shouldn't fuck around with rib cage injuries….
I pull out a pokeball, enlarge it before pressing release, letting out my fuzzy little thief in training Zigzagoon…
"Hey buddy, I don't have much time to explain but can you get home from here?"
He looks around before locking into the crew and myself…some of the crew covered in blood, some in…slime juice, and one of us throw up and yips at me worriedly…
"We can explain later mate, I need you to get home and grab about 10 grand cash for me from one of the stashes, and bring it to the saint cross hospital in near east plaza…near that big house with the growlith statues we hit 3 weeks ago…can you do that?"
Again he looks at me worried before getting a look of focus before closing his eyes, sitting on his back haunches and starts sniffing the air..
He gives us a nod before taking off…
I look to the crew and speak…
"Alright guys, we can talk about all this another time, but right now I actually need to get to a hospital and see if I'm dying or not so… I'm gonna return you all except machoke who's gonna help me get to the hospital…can you hose him off Slowpoke?"
Slowpoke hoses down the bin juice and blood off machoke as miltank very carefully helps me change into my change of clothes I brought for after the black market…
A few minutes later and under the protest of the riled up gang of Pokémon who still haven't quelled their anger, I ball all mons besides machoke as he much to my chagrin picks me up into a princess carry and takes off toward the hospital as I give directions…
Honestly I'd rather not go to a hospital but if I have a punctured lung or something I won't last long….just have to risk it… not even mentioning having no medical insurance and not being a trainer…it's gonna be costly…