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After practically being herded away with the rest of the people, Avan was brought to one of the EMTs after his injury was spotted. After all, it was hard not to notice a blood soaked jacket. Anyways, the lady he was brought to was nice. Examining his arm and attempting to disinfect it first, Avan was less than helpful; flinching everytime the disinfectant solution, or whatever it was, touched it stung like a b***h. And then came his least favorite part; an anestetic. It wasn't much, just local areas of the arm. But the needle freaked him out. Especially the one used to stich the cuts. Avan was almost brought to tears; but held it back to not cry in public. His swelled eyes giving him away anyways. The "procedure" didn't take as long as he thought it would have, but still took longer than it could have.

Avan's arm freshly stitched up, the lady told him to visit a hospital in about two week's time and get the arm checked, as well as to keep the area clean and covered. She also told him he was quite lucky there was no nerve damage from the cuts since they weren't that deep to begin with. But honestly the only thing Avan was concerned about was if they'd leave scars or not. Only time would tell. Oh, that and his jacket. The black-stained-red was saddening to the boy who made the jacket.

And while his arm was being fixed, oneof the helpers questioned him and tried to figure what happened. Avan told him what had happened, well, as much as he could anyways, since he didn't really know what to say. One minute he was sitting, the next running, and the next, being blasted out of the Center by an explosion from seemingly no where.

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Baku, who had been returned, was once more sent out at Avan's call. He immediately noticed the boy's arm and then his face; eyes still red from retaining tears. The Munna chuckled. Avan sniffed, "Shut up!" Baku continued anways.

[Baby!]

Avan growled from the frustration that immediately set in. "I don't *sniff* care."

[Uh huh.] Baku settled down and examined Avan's arm, staring intently and making the boy uncomfortable.

"Wh-What is it?"

[Oh nothing. So cuts not deep?]

"No, not that deeply. Really, I was lucky...but I think I have you to thank. If you hadn't used Defense Curl to break through the glass before I went thorugh, I could have been a lot more injured." Avan rubbed the back of his head.

[I was merely protecting myself.]

Avan smiled and a small laugh escaped. "Right. I was foolish to think otherwise." The air blew and with it brought an awkwad feeling. "So...What now?"

"Work up," came Chili's opening orders. So, as Saden spoke and Flurry began to move, Pansear moved about, working himself up, relaxing his muscles, and gaining strength.

So that, as the wave came down, when Chili called the order "Acrobatics!" he'd have the strength to launch himself upwards and over Flurry.

Now, the water type stuck on a descending wave, with no real limbs to protect itself, would be vulnerable.

Assuming Pansear's attack hit, Spheal's body would be used as leverage to send Pansear up and over the remainder of the wave, leaving Spheal to smash down into the center of the arena.

Saden smirked as he watched the monkey's acrobatics. It was a successful dodge, but there's no way that was going to hit Flurry. He shouted, "Flurry, get under the wave and use blizzard!"

The spheal receded and looked at the waves above him, about to crash down. He quickly launched a blizzard, freezing the water and forming a shield of ice around him. When pansear would come down for his acrobatics he would hit solid ice instead of the spheal. Flurry looked up and waited for the monkey to get through. He began to start a small surf attack, filling the ice dome with water. Even when the monkey did break through, he would come in contact with the surf attack.

Saden soon realised what a bad idea that was. Once the ice had became more fragile he shouted, "Flurry, ride the wave out of there!"

The spheal nodded, though his trainer wouldn't see it through the dome. He continued his surf attack, bursting out through the weak spot of the ice. He quickly began to weave his way towards the monkey charging his solarbeam, trying to screw up his aim. Soon he had gotten to the pansear's side and made a sharp turn, trying to send the wave over it.

After a rather long walk around Route three Takamaru eventually stopped at the crystal clear blue lake at the center of the route,a little ways off from wellspring cave. the young boy sat at the edge of the lake watching the clouds reflections upon its surface, himself now feeling rather childish for speaking to the EMT in the way he did. but not only that but because he realized just how immature he still really was. "hmph, some steel type trainer I'm Turing out to be, I'm still as weak as a mareep's fleece" the silver haired boy thought

The young lad let out a deep sigh as he laid back in the grass, himself lost in thought as he gazed into the never ending stream of clouds. "well, not much to do now but keep moving forward i guess" he thought out loud to himself. "but first, how bout some lunch?" this time he was addressing Iron Hide, Spike, and Lancer. all three pokemon cheered from inside there pokeballs.

several minutes later Takamaru has a cooking fire with a pot simmering over it, several metallic cooking instruments laid out, and a small outdoor table set up holding various cooking ingredients. while traveling he kept this equipment in small transportable capsules, some what like pokeballs but smaller and grey. "right then" he said as he took a breath and began chopping berries that his pokemon retrieved from the Forrest including a nanab berry, a tamato berry, and several large watmel berries. after the water in the pot reached boiling point Takamaru placed the chopped Nanab berry in the pot "For flavor" then the tomato berry "for some zest." he then poured two cups of milk from a carton into the mixture and then finally diced meat. he would then let his stew simmer and allow the flavors to mix. smoke from his cooking fire rose into the air giving the surrounding area a hardy smoky smell. meanwhile Takamaru had spike cut the watmel berries into quarters, his claws washed of course.

"mmm. nice and sweet, good pick Laner!" the trainer praised the small bug pokemon for picking out some sweet watmel berries that he and his pokemon were currently enjoying while waiting for the stew to finish.

"Salieri?" Wayne still had his hand clamped over his eyes. One ear was dinned by the angry metal death that awaited the trainers, the other could just about make out what Salieri was saying.

"I know this might not be the best time to say this but..." Wayne's hand fell down and he raised his eyebrow, "I could definitely kick your a** in a real pokémon battle."

He ended with a grin. Because when you lose all hope, accepting your fate is just a necessary action.

Salieri stopped knawing at her arm for three reasons. The first was that by the time she finished chewing through her flesh, she would already be ground up to tiny pieces and the sacrifice was rendered not worth it. The second was that chewing on her own arm hurt a lot more than she had anticipated when she started. And the third was that Wayne had just given her his last words.

She cranked her head up as best as she could to try and look up at Wayne. “Damn straight this isn’t the best time to say that! I’ll prove you wrong when we get out of here. Now start helping me chew through my arm, I think I’m making-“

An unmistakable thud pounded next to her, and Salieri twisted around to see that Salem was running for the control panel to turn off the disposal. The vibrating terrain was proving difficult for her to navigate, but she was almost there. Then again, Wayne’s head was getting closer and closer to the grinding teeth. “-progress? Salem, you’re here!”

The vibrating debris bounced up and down violently, and a large piece of what looked like a video monitor dislodged itself from the wreckage. It was bouncing towards the control box, threatening to break their only chance at survival. The Eevee grit her teeth and ran into the path of the monitor, getting slammed in the process. Her trainer gasped.

“SALEM!!!!” she shrieked, struggling even harder to break free now. The flying monitor looked more damaging than Petilil’s attacks from before, and Salem had taken it full force. The Eevee panted weakly, but managed to reach up and slap the glowing red button with her paw.

The vibrating began to slow down, and just as the metal teeth were about to close in on Wayne’s head, they stopped. Salieri was speechless at her pokemon’s display, as well as her own survival. A surprised smile crossed her face. “You did it, you really did it.”

Salem looked over to Salieri weakly as she trotted over to her trainer.

“If you…don’t learn how to stand up, then you’ll fall to anything!”

The Eevee clamped hard on the steel rod trapping Salieri’s arm with her teeth, and tugged on it with all her strength. After a few seconds, the rod came free and Salem fell back, exhausted. Salieri raised up her arm and flexed her muscle, grinning with glee now that she was free. The Battle Girl crawled over to Wayne and began to free him from the garbage trap. “I’ll be honest with you, I was getting a little bit scared there. Just a little.”

The kid had had training. Most people he'd fought in the last two days weren't this well versed in how to handle situations. Still, Chili couldn't see it, not from this far away.

Pansear landed as Spheal crashed, the other Pokemon now asleep. The Surf attack came but Pansear had the entire arena of space to dodge.

"Work up."

Pansear obeyed the order, moving about and becoming stronger than before, now twice as strong as he originally was.

From a distance, Pansear would follow the next order, "Grass Knot," and the grass would come from the arena floor, breaking through the ground, and it would shoot up in an attempt to grab Spheal from the surf and pull him to the ground, hard.

Pansear, at the same time as he would finish the attack, he'd jump back to avoid the Surf, only the splashing waves from the main wave crashing into him.