Snippet #1744442

Tyler nodded, "She's right, we probably should get moving.... there's a rest stop nearby, in case we don't make it. to Eccliima." he said, before turning around, took a deep breath, and took a few more steps, entering Route 1 with a smile on his face... he was actually DOING it!"


His eyes began looking around the area . There were plenty of trees to sided of the road itself, towering into the sky. The road was nice and soft, unlike the hardness of a city, and, if Tyler wasn't wearing shoes, he'd guess that it was nice and warm. There was plenty of grass as well, lining he sides . All on all, the place looked like something you'd see in a painting, or a TV show.

His journey was beginning. He already had a feeling... that, when he next returned to Florinzia, he would be a different man.

Ten too twenty minutes later came the first sign of life. There was a pokemon in the grass. It pecked the ground, gave an annoyed, "Spear!" hoped a couple steps, flapping it's wings in annoyance, and continued it's search.

Tyler flicked his Revisor on, and went to the Pokedex app, " Spearow, the spear Pokemon. Spearow flaps its small wings busily to fly. Using its beak, it searches in grass for prey.

"Hmm... a Flying Type..." Tyler said, thinking about it. "Why not? Flare." He said, and The Torchic flopped off his body. "Tor-CHIC!" The Flame bird said, alerting the Spearow to their arrival. A small conversation passed between the birds, and the Flare let out an enraged cry, small trails of flame forming around it's mouth.

"I guess you're ready then?" Tyler said, a smile forming around his mouth, like it did when Flare got angry. The birds stared at each other. If Spearow can fly, I doubt it can fly that high... it looks young, witch is an advantage to us.... Best case, we strike first, fast, and hard, and go for a follow up... Tyler though to himself, looking around.

"Alright, Flare, let's take the first strike. Dash in there, and launch and burst of fire. Keep your guard up." He ordered.

Torchic wasn't the fastest of birds... but, Spearow wasn't either, so they both ran at about an even pace. Spearow flapped it's wings as tit ran, launch a gust of wind, Witch was slowing Flare down, and, occasionally causing a nut or some such to nail him, and the sand to rise up, but not enough to obscure Flare's vision, though it was quickly getting to that point.

Flare put and end to that with a well placed, Ember, witch caught The Spearow a few feet off the ground, and Flare went in with a follow up.

Spearow had a decent recovery rate, getting back up in Time to Dodge Flare's Talons, managing a few feet in the air. Flare gave an angry chirp, turned around, and caught the Spearow with another ember, this time as Spear pecked Flare. They both steeped back, and charged again, Spearow not bothering to fly this time.

"...now, Flare. Front Flip, and nail him with scratch!" Tyler ordered. Because Flare had a small composition, and since Flare often flipped when he was happy, that was quite easy. Flare front flipped, narrowly dodging a peck, and nailing the Spearow across the face."

Spearow was about to get up, when a shadow loomed over him. He looked up, and gave a surprised "Spear!" as Tyler loomed over him, pokeball in hand. There was a flash of light as the Ball engulfed the bird. There were a few huffs of resistance, then the ball was still.

"'allo, new friend." Tyler said with a nod, picking up the Pokeball, as Flare returned to Tyler's shoulder, looking a little tired.