(mod) MILLIONAIRE

[( Elk )]

"Don't -"

Colt winced as his Charmander lowered his tail to a helpless twig and lit it ablaze, grinning up at his trainer. The human stuffed his hands into his pockets and went over to the twig and stomped it out, much to the annoyance of his Charmander. Colt didn't remember what had brought him to this Charmander outside of the fact that he wanted a strong Pokemon, and he knew Fire types were typically the strongest. His Charmander huffed and hurried up along the path, waddling slightly. He remembered Cottonwood saying something about the Charmander being 'returned' (aka dropped off at the Lab a week later) covered in welts and bruises, with a very poor attitude. 

Why did he pick the damaged one again?

"Hey!" Colt yelled, chasing after his Charmander as it bolted towards the grass. "Watch your tail- don't start something I can't stop!"

[Wild Pokemon]

A Wild Bunnelby has appeared!
^{Female - Level 5 - Cheekpouch - Tackle, Agility, Leer.
(ooc notes: aggressive roll requested.)}

She smelled burning. It wasn't a kind smell that she would find herself wishing to smell, instead it was one that was associated with danger, one that made her ears clench and her whiskers twitch. Fire. She huffed, and peeked out of the small hole she and her family lived in, half expecting the entire route to be up in flames. With the way the drought was affecting them, she knew that it would take nothing for a small field fire to start.

Instead she saw a reckless Charmander, and that was worse than anything she had ever experienced before.

Growling, she turned back to her family and told them that she would be back, that there was no danger around. Once they were pacified, she lurched out of the den hole and ran right for the Charmander, using Agility to get her there faster.

[( Elk )]

Colt didn't notice the Bunnelby until it was too late.

By too late, he meant the Bunnelby had basically just materialized right in front of his Charmander, looking strong and ready to defend whatever it thought needed defending. Colt grinned. Perfect. This would be the perfect opportunity for him to train his Charm- hey... where did he go!? Colt looked around him and groaned as he found his Charmander digging at the roots of another tree, completely disinterested in the battle.

"Charmander!"

He yelled, making the Fire Type jump and glare over his shoulder. Colt motioned to the Bunnelby.

"Get it! Scratch it!"

Having no choice but to follow his trainers command, the Charmander nodded and got up from where it squatted at the base of the tree, and half jogged towards the battle, but then charged suddenly, raising its hands to claw at the bunny's face.