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“I think I’m stopping a thief. And, as for keeping my nose where it belongs, I’m afraid that if I let someone get away with stealing a Pokemon, I’d have trouble sleeping at night.”
Chikorita’s shaking more, appearing distressed at the sight of Cyndaquil – a fire type against a grass type is never a good situation… It looks up at her with a scared face, but she swallows.
“Chikorita, use Growl!”
Hopefully this plan of attack will work.
Cyndaquil puffed its cheeks out wide and then let loose a blast of hot air– but it wasn’t a true Ember, not yet. The Pokemon clicked its tongue in anticipation. Then, after a shower of glowing sparks dripped from its mouth, it spat a ball of fire at Chikorita’s face.
The harsh shrieking from Chikorita caught Cyndaquil off guard however, startling its aim ever-so-slightly to the left. The fire ball streaked by the overgrown flower’s cheek but failed to fully connect with its flush green skin.
Silver pushed himself up onto his feet. “This has nothing to do with you.” Stepping forward, the boy reached down to scoop up Cyndaquil. “What are you, a police officer? And you don’t even have a badge?! Ha! That’s rich.” He started to back away slowly, glaring viciously at Krys. “You’re not fooling anybody.
“Someone as weak as you just doesn’t deserve a Pokemon as good as that!”
She wants to punch him -- her worth isn’t determined by STRENGTH, but by her actions, and the situation she’s in now makes her worth tenfold.
Still, he’s retreating, and she frowns; her Chikorita had just started walking toward Cyndaquil, too...
“Not fooling anyone that I’m a police officer or that I’m not weak? Because, I dunno if you’ve noticed yet, but you’re the one running away, not me. As for being a police officer... I find it’s better to leave titles out of things and deal with emotions and situations as they come.”
She recalls Chikorita, walks toward him.