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Al paused for a moment, taking a glance back at his partner. Al was noticeably angry at him, almost furious, but Ricky didn’t seem to understand that. He must have mistook Al’s frustrated glance with the straight-faced expression the Gligar always had, so the Carvanha expressed confidence in his returning glance. He knew without any doubt in his mind that Al wouldn’t hand him over to the racers.

And he was right. Like Ricky said, they were like brothers. The Carvanha has been by his side longer than most of his family. In spite of all the stupid schemes, idiotic decisions, and that loud mouth, Al really did care about Ricky. He wasn’t going to just hand him over to such a violent pair.

The Gligar let out a quiet sigh and turned back to the racers. “Listen, I...” Al hesitated, testing to see if anyone would cut him off mid-sentence. When it seemed clear for him to speak, he continued. “I-”

“You what?” The Zebstrika interrupted.

Al stamped his foot, making a giant crack in the boulder. “Will you just let me speak?!” Al’s sudden outburst shut the racer’s mouth. Al took a deep breath to calm himself, then continued. “Listen, I’m really sorry about what happened; my partner sometimes does things he shouldn’t and always acts before thinking.”

“HEY!” Ricky barked.

“Still, he is my friend, and I can’t just hand him over to you guys. Maybe we can make it up to him another way? We could work at the track, or pay for her medical-”

Suddenly, a light blue orb shot out of the Rapidash’s mouth and detonated on the Gligar’s chest, blasting him off the boulder. Al slammed into the dirt feeling a horrible chill across his chest. He looked to where the orb hit, seeing bits of frost sprinkled across his body. “Ice...” he groaned to himself, as his head fell back again.

“Nice shot!” The Zebstrika chuckled, “Now, go make sure he doesn’t get up.” The Rapidash nodded and circled around the right side of the rock. “Hey, Ricky?” The Carvanha turned back to the Zebstrika, “Why do we have to do this? Why don’t you just come down, Save yourself the extra beating we have to do to catch you?”

Ricky growled at the racer. “Piss off, ya hay munchin’ future glue sticks! I’m gonna chew that smug face off, make ya more ugly than yer mom could ever make ya!”

Al quietly and painfully groaned, moving his pincers so he could push himself upright. Before he could, the Rapidash forcefully held him down with a hoof to the chest. The horse gradually applied weight onto the Gligar’s chest, forcing the air out of his lungs. Al struggled beneath the racer’s pressure. He clamped his pincers on the flaming horse’s leg and began to squeeze, but the Rapidash didn’t relent; Al’s strength began to fade as the biggest challenge presented to him was trying to breath.

The Zebstrika smirked at his aquatic prey as sparks jumped from his fur. “Who was I kidding, we were gonna beat the shit out of you anyway.”

The Carvanah’s eyes widened, “Shit!” Ricky yelled as he threw his weight back, tumbling off the boulder as the Zebstrika shot a bolt of lightning from his horn. The Carvanha thumped on the Rapidash’s fiery back, burning his underside before rolling onto the dirt. Ricky wrapped his fins over his singed skin as expletives flew out of his mouth, like they were the only words he knew. The Rapidash was distracted by the Carvanha suddenly appearing on his back and then on the dirt beside him.

Al took advantage of this distraction. The weight applied to the Rapidash’s foot lessened, allowing Al to violently shove it off his chest and finally take a deep, rejuvenating breath. Before the Rapidash realized what was happening, Al scrambled to his feet and sprinted towards his partner. He snatched Ricky out of the dirt, grabbing him by his tail fin, and swiftly turned back to the Rapidash. The racer engulfed himself in flames and began to charge. Al’s foot stomped the dirt, causing the ground shake intensely. The Rapidash lost his balance; he slowed down to regain control, which gave Al enough time to attack. The Gligar wound his free pincer behind him, and just as racer came into range, he delivered a vicious right hook across the Rapidash’s cheek. The blow redirected the racer’s path, sending him slamming head first into the boulder Al and Ricky were just on. The Rapidash staggered back and fourth a moment after the impact, blood flowing out of his nose. Finally, the last ounce of consciousness the Rapidash could maintain faded away, and the flaming horse collapsed.

With one racer down, Al took a deep breath and reached for his chest. The adrenaline had worn off, and the pain inflicted by ice and weight returned. The combined toll of his elemental weakness and a two hundred pound pokemon putting all it’s weight on his body was too great for the Gligar. On top of all that, the pincer he used to knock out the Rapidash was slightly cooked by the Flare Blitz attack.

He needed a moment to heal...

But thats was a moment he did not have.

Luckily, Ricky—who was still hanging from the Gligar’s pincer—spotted the second racer appearing behind them. The Zebstrika quickly noticed his partner out cold on the ground, but he also noticed Al’s weak and frail stance. Al was certainly a powerful pokemon, but he wasn’t invincible. Just one move, and the Gligar would fall, leaving the Zebstrika alone with his target. A smirk stretched across the racer’s lips, dripping a corrosive purple ooze.

Ricky saw the toxin seeping from the Zebstrika’s mouth. “Uh, Al, we ain’t done yet!” as the Gligar began to turn, the Zebstrika spat a wad of poison. Al had no time to dodge; the toxic sludge smacked him right in the face, covering his eyes and mouth. The Gligar dropped Ricky and stumbled backwards, disoriented by the sudden blindness. “AL!” Ricky called out as his partner desperately tried to wipe the poison off his face.

Ricky turned back to the Zebstrika, who confidently strode towards the Carvanha. “Well, so much for your little lackey, Huh Ricky?” Ricky’s eyes narrowed, snarling viciously at the racer. “You know, I’d love to just make you suffer right here. I’d loooove to just pin you down and send little volts through your body until you scream for mercy, then put every ounce of electricity I got inside you, but I can’t. Our boss has something special planned for you, and whatever he has is bound to be twice as brutal as whatever I can come up with.” The Zebstrika lowered his head. “You’re going to suffer, you puny little-”

Ricky launched forward and pierced his fangs around the Zebstrika’s muzzle. The Racer’s eyes shot wide open in agony; his body thrashed wildly, desperately trying to shake the fish off as he screamed behind closed lips.

Meanwhile, Al finally wiped the toxic slime off his face, spitting out the drops that slipped into his mouth. He looked up, seeing Ricky biting down angrily on the Zebstrika's. Al watched the display with a bizarre sense of awe; suddenly, the cocky and confident Pokemon was sent into a state of panic once a small fish latched onto his face. Granted, the fish was carnivorous, but it was still a sight to behold.

However, once the Zebstrika's fur started to spark, Al jumped back into the action. The Gligar slammed his arms into the dirt and a giant boulder shot up from the ground, jabbing the Zebstrika’s stomach. The racer’s frantic movements were suddenly halted on impact, and his electric fur calmed. Slowly, the rock sank back into the ground, and the Zebstrika limply fell with it until he was lying helpless on the dirt. Ricky glanced over to his partner, smiling as best he could considering he had a mouthful of Zebstrika face.

Ricky released the Zebstrika’s muzzle and turned towards Al as the Gligar walked towards him. “Nice work, kid, takin’ out these fuckin’ trottin’ bastards like the punks they are! Way to teach them what happens when ya mess with Team Piercing Jaws!” At this, a faint smile grew on Al’s lips; it’s been a long time since anyone has uttered that old team name, but it was still somewhat nostalgic to the Gligar.

The two looked down at the limp Zebstrika that lie before them, focusing on the giant gash in his face and the giant bruise on his stomach. “You think he’ll be...?” Al asked before he was cut off by a faint sound that came from the Zebstrika. At first, it sounded like a quiet moan, but after a few repetitions, it was clear what the sound was.

“Is he cryin’?” Ricky asked between sobs. Suddenly, the Carvanha burst into laughter. “HAHAHAAAA!! How ‘bout that! Mr. Big Shot can boast and threaten all he fuckin’ wants, but once mons start fightin’ back, it’s all ‘boo hoo they’re too much for me!’” Ricky scooted him forward to be right in the Zebstrika’s face. “Hey, Sparky! What’s the matter? Did the ‘puny little fishy’ bite ya too hard!” Al rolled his eyes and lifted the Carvanha by his top fin, making him cringe slightly. “Agh! Watch it Al! Not so tight!”

“Come on, we’re heading home.” Al said as he walked back home, dragging his partner by his fin. Al glanced towards the sky, noticing the blue afternoon sky had turned a bright orange. “It’s later than I thought” Al mumbled.

“Time flies when you’re kickin’ ass.” Ricky replied.

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Al paused for a moment, taking a glance back at his partner. Al was noticeably angry at him, almost furious, but Ricky didn’t seem to understand that. He must have mistook Al’s frustrated glance with the straight-faced expression the Gligar always had, so the Carvanha expressed confidence in his returning glance. He knew without any doubt in his mind that Al wouldn’t hand him over to the racers.

And he was right. Like Ricky said, they were like brothers. The Carvanha has been by his side longer than most of his family. In spite of all the stupid schemes, idiotic decisions, and that loud mouth, Al really did care about Ricky. He wasn’t going to just hand him over to such a violent pair.

The Gligar let out a quiet sigh and turned back to the racers. “Listen, I...” Al hesitated, testing to see if anyone would cut him off mid-sentence. When it seemed clear for him to speak, he continued. “I-”

“You what?” The Zebstrika interrupted.

Al stamped his foot, making a giant crack in the boulder. “Will you just let me speak?!” Al’s sudden outburst shut the racer’s mouth. Al took a deep breath to calm himself, then continued. “Listen, I’m really sorry about what happened; my partner sometimes does things he shouldn’t and always acts before thinking.”

“HEY!” Ricky barked.

“Still, he is my friend, and I can’t just hand him over to you guys. Maybe we can make it up to him another way? We could work at the track, or pay for her medical-”

Suddenly, a light blue orb shot out of the Rapidash’s mouth and detonated on the Gligar’s chest, blasting him off the boulder. Al slammed into the dirt feeling a horrible chill across his chest. He looked to where the orb hit, seeing bits of frost sprinkled across his body. “Ice...” he groaned to himself, as his head fell back again.

“Nice shot!” The Zebstrika chuckled, “Now, go make sure he doesn’t get up.” The Rapidash nodded and circled around the right side of the rock. “Hey, Ricky?” The Carvanha turned back to the Zebstrika, “Why do we have to do this? Why don’t you just come down, Save yourself the extra beating we have to do to catch you?”

Ricky growled at the racer. “Piss off, ya hay munchin’ future glue sticks! I’m gonna chew that smug face off, make ya more ugly than yer mom could ever make ya!”

Al quietly and painfully groaned, moving his pincers so he could push himself upright. Before he could, the Rapidash forcefully held him down with a hoof to the chest. The horse gradually applied weight onto the Gligar’s chest, forcing the air out of his lungs. Al struggled beneath the racer’s pressure. He clamped his pincers on the flaming horse’s leg and began to squeeze, but the Rapidash didn’t relent; Al’s strength began to fade as the biggest challenge presented to him was trying to breath.

The Zebstrika smirked at his aquatic prey as sparks jumped from his fur. “Who was I kidding, we were gonna beat the shit out of you anyway.”

The Carvanah’s eyes widened, “Shit!” Ricky yelled as he threw his weight back, tumbling off the boulder as the Zebstrika shot a bolt of lightning from his horn. The Carvanha thumped on the Rapidash’s fiery back, burning his underside before rolling onto the dirt. Ricky wrapped his fins over his singed skin as expletives flew out of his mouth, like they were the only words he knew. The Rapidash was distracted by the Carvanha suddenly appearing on his back and then on the dirt beside him.

Al took advantage of this distraction. The weight applied to the Rapidash’s foot lessened, allowing Al to violently shove it off his chest and finally take a deep, rejuvenating breath. Before the Rapidash realized what was happening, Al scrambled to his feet and sprinted towards his partner. He snatched Ricky out of the dirt, grabbing him by his tail fin, and swiftly turned back to the Rapidash. The racer engulfed himself in flames and began to charge. Al’s foot stomped the dirt, causing the ground shake intensely. The Rapidash lost his balance; he slowed down to regain control, which gave Al enough time to attack. The Gligar wound his free pincer behind him, and just as racer came into range, he delivered a vicious right hook across the Rapidash’s cheek. The blow redirected the racer’s path, sending him slamming head first into the boulder Al and Ricky were just on. The Rapidash staggered back and fourth a moment after the impact, blood flowing out of his nose. Finally, the last ounce of consciousness the Rapidash could maintain faded away, and the flaming horse collapsed.

With one racer down, Al took a deep breath and reached for his chest. The adrenaline had worn off, and the pain inflicted by ice and weight returned. The combined toll of his elemental weakness and a two hundred pound pokemon putting all it’s weight on his body was too great for the Gligar. On top of all that, the pincer he used to knock out the Rapidash was slightly cooked by the Flare Blitz attack.

He needed a moment to heal...

But thats was a moment he did not have.

Luckily, Ricky—who was still hanging from the Gligar’s pincer—spotted the second racer appearing behind them. The Zebstrika quickly noticed his partner out cold on the ground, but he also noticed Al’s weak and frail stance. Al was certainly a powerful pokemon, but he wasn’t invincible. Just one move, and the Gligar would fall, leaving the Zebstrika alone with his target. A smirk stretched across the racer’s lips, dripping a corrosive purple ooze.

Ricky saw the toxin seeping from the Zebstrika’s mouth. “Uh, Al, we ain’t done yet!” as the Gligar began to turn, the Zebstrika spat a wad of poison. Al had no time to dodge; the toxic sludge smacked him right in the face, covering his eyes and mouth. The Gligar dropped Ricky and stumbled backwards, disoriented by the sudden blindness. “AL!” Ricky called out as his partner desperately tried to wipe the poison off his face.

Ricky turned back to the Zebstrika, who confidently strode towards the Carvanha. “Well, so much for your little lackey, Huh Ricky?” Ricky’s eyes narrowed, snarling viciously at the racer. “You know, I’d love to just make you suffer right here. I’d loooove to just pin you down and send little volts through your body until you scream for mercy, then put every ounce of electricity I got inside you, but I can’t. Our boss has something special planned for you, and whatever he has is bound to be twice as brutal as whatever I can come up with.” The Zebstrika lowered his head. “You’re going to suffer, you puny little-”

Ricky launched forward and pierced his fangs around the Zebstrika’s muzzle. The Racer’s eyes shot wide open in agony; his body thrashed wildly, desperately trying to shake the fish off as he screamed behind closed lips.

Meanwhile, Al finally wiped the toxic slime off his face, spitting out the drops that slipped into his mouth. He looked up, seeing Ricky biting down angrily on the Zebstrika's. Al watched the display with a bizarre sense of awe; suddenly, the cocky and confident Pokemon was sent into a state of panic once a small fish latched onto his face. Granted, the fish was carnivorous, but it was still a sight to behold.

However, once the Zebstrika's fur started to spark, Al jumped back into the action. The Gligar slammed his arms into the dirt and a giant boulder shot up from the ground, jabbing the Zebstrika’s stomach. The racer’s frantic movements were suddenly halted on impact, and his electric fur calmed. Slowly, the rock sank back into the ground, and the Zebstrika limply fell with it until he was lying helpless on the dirt. Ricky glanced over to his partner, smiling as best he could considering he had a mouthful of Zebstrika face.

Ricky released the Zebstrika’s muzzle and turned towards Al as the Gligar walked towards him. “Nice work, kid, takin’ out these fuckin’ trottin’ bastards like the punks they are! Way to teach them what happens when ya mess with Team Piercing Jaws!” At this, a faint smile grew on Al’s lips; it’s been a long time since anyone has uttered that old team name, but it was still somewhat nostalgic to the Gligar.

The two looked down at the limp Zebstrika that lie before them, focusing on the giant gash in his face and the giant bruise on his stomach. “You think he’ll be...?” Al asked before he was cut off by a faint sound that came from the Zebstrika. At first, it sounded like a quiet moan, but after a few repetitions, it was clear what the sound was.

“Is he cryin’?” Ricky asked between sobs. Suddenly, the Carvanha burst into laughter. “HAHAHAAAA!! How ‘bout that! Mr. Big Shot can boast and threaten all he fuckin’ wants, but once mons start fightin’ back, it’s all ‘boo hoo they’re too much for me!’” Ricky scooted him forward to be right in the Zebstrika’s face. “Hey, Sparky! What’s the matter? Did the ‘puny little fishy’ bite ya too hard!” Al rolled his eyes and lifted the Carvanha by his top fin, making him cringe slightly. “Agh! Watch it Al! Not so tight!”

“Come on, we’re heading home.” Al said as he walked back home, dragging his partner by his fin. Al glanced towards the sky, noticing the blue afternoon sky had turned a bright orange. “It’s later than I thought” Al mumbled.

“Time flies when you’re kickin’ ass.” Ricky replied.

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